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I doubted whether I should have gone to the reception that Boris was giving at the house. A dress was bought for him and I even refreshed my manicure, pedicure and haircut, repeated the epilation, but thinking about the fictional status in which I lived with Boris, I came to the conclusion that I already lit up too much. And in general, all this somehow suddenly seemed ridiculous and naive, and stupid, and meaningless, etc., etc.

Boris himself showed no desire or lack thereof in connection with my presence among his high-ranking guests, and I did not know how to proceed.

Hell, I again became confused in desires and thoughts, lost the appearance of purpose and doubted myself and everything in general. I wouldn't want my enemy to be in the same trap as I was.

- Cursed diamonds! I cursed under my breath as I tossed my shoes around the dressing room.

Today I took the liberty of wearing a burgundy midi dress. Silk, of course, with a gorgeous bow tied at the throat. In the store, I could no
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