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– Then just let me go, – she asked, resting her palm on her stone chest.

For a few seconds he looked into my face, into my eyes, and it seemed to me that he really would do it. What will he say now that I clean up and…

– No, – he slapped me hard on the buttocks, and then pushed me off my knees like a bored whore. He took a top from the sofa and threw it to me. – Get dressed.

Pressing the lace to my chest, I looked at him. Get dressed? My stomach was still full of desire, but for some reason it suddenly became scary. What does it mean?

– Max…

– Get dressed, – he repeated, getting up, and, taking an uncorked bottle of whiskey from the table, went to the door.

I stood there, feeling my fingers freeze with every step he took away. If he leaves me here…

He stopped at the door. turned around. He lifted the bottle to his lips, took a sip, and set it on the bar. He leaned on his elbow and gave me a disdainful look. It was as if nothing had happened a minute earlier. Well, it really wasn’t…

Realizing what was happening, I straightened my back. She raised her head and gave him a direct look. No, he won’t see my tears! Can’t wait even if…