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The nightly blues are soothing.
I glance at my wristwatch in a failed attempt to stop a sigh from escaping my lips. It's almost three. Normally, my rommie comes in late. Either partying or over working. There's no in between with that guy. He's sick.
With that extra thinking, I stroll out towards balcony. Why am I up late again? No work, no friends. I'm the opposite of sick.
The car, as if on cue, appears zooming in til what appears to be Nikolai Ivanovo getting out of it, making the driver park it. Of coarse he's one of those. Sometimes he gets drunk. Sometimes he wants car sex. Some-
"Hola amigo."
Nikolai stumbles out the elevator and offers me a funny look. "Say what now, Anne?"
"Annie! Anne is too Anne Hathaway!"
He smirks down on me. "You're both a little crazy to be honest," he says at last, handing me his briefcase. "I can't believe we're the same age."
"I'm technically an year older."
"Thought ladies didn't like to hear that..." I catch him muttering. As he relaxes on the couch and puts on some TV in background, my peripherals zero in the way his hunger is driving him. "I know I'm eating like a caveman, but it's rude to stare... What's up with you anyway?"
I said nothing.
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The dawn is going to sneak up on me. I've barely slept a wink. I'm starting to yawn now, when Nikolai flashes me one million dollar grin. "Come with me."
We watch London Fields.
I'm not sure whether I should be happy he remembered my favorite movie or sad that I was almost dozing off. "I will have a client first thing in morning. Keep me company, honey."
I scoff. "Nope. You know I sketch in mornings."
"You can sketch me while I phone-"
"No," I speak poisely.
His face almost fell. And I almost gave a fuck. I find myself rising to my feet. Sorry Nikola, but I've gotta go. I didn't bring shading pencils for nothing-
"You can have a striptease, I'm offering..."
Ah, now we're talking.
Nikolai frowns a bit unattractively. Yes, I just sacrificed my beauty sleep and talent practice for a five dollar show. Still, I've never seen him naked, aside from the flustered moments he sheds his shirt and roams in kitchen like a fucking king.
Meanwhile, it appears as if Nikolai means business. Good for me.
Takes a quick shower. Puts on MY nightgown. And... Here he goes. "Look closely, " he whispers. But I can't take a cross dresser seriously. He's really sick. "These slippers are a pain in the neck, mm;"
Could have just put on Dirty Dancing but no... Nikolai Ivanovo tosses his foot wear under rags, with Marilyn Monroe screaming in stereo. "Panties! Panties!"
Indeed, those were mine. I'll kill him before his client catches me in the act.
Nikolai never stops his movements. They're quite smooth, almost dramatic but I can't take off my eyes. "Are you seducing me, Nik?"
In an eye blink, his hard chest collapses against my back as Nikolai places me over his knee, cupping my breast and whispering - "you think?"
His mouth latches itself on the side of my face. At first he's kissing my jaw and rubbing me down, then comes a playful bite upon my lobe which signifies I'm not getting away with this. Not with functioning legs, no.
As he exhausts me with intense foreplaying, I collapse. This only invites the man into parting my legs over couch and taking me by force. Blame the lack of garment but Nikolai Ivanovo has no qualms in ripping my cotton panties and inserting himself.
Screams, little by little, of pleasure and pain, rips through me until he's cumming inside. "Don't do that."
"I've got... pills, Anne. I've ...got you covered." He manages to spill. For that reason, we go do some rerouting. I'm dripping. Even crying a little, when the morning turns up finally.
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