Pyotr The days passed quickly, when we least expected it, we were getting ready to go to the Hamptons. We would leave right after work on Friday, and stay there until the holiday Monday. I didn't know what to expect from this trip, as Allie was oozing euphoria, and Mary seemed uninterested in anything unrelated to the wedding, which is in three weeks. Lately, I've been making an effort to keep up with her on everything related to our future. We took pictures for the article, chose the destination for the honeymoon, decorated the wedding and furnished the apartment. And so I got to know her more and more.I have been driven to the brink of insanity in the most diverse situations. Since that fateful day we woke up together, Mary and I had fallen into a pattern: whenever we came close, we pulled away, fearing what this closeness meant for our situation. What is this woman doing to me? My fiancée fascinates me in every way. The way she makes me laugh, her peculiar way of thinking, an

PyotrAs I regained consciousness I felt a small weight on my chest, and with my eyes still closed, I wrapped Mary in a hug, taking a deep breath as I felt her body nestled against mine." What happened to the pillows? " Her voice was still sleepy. " I don't know.”I didn't care about that, I didn't feel like moving or getting out of that situation. " Is it weird that I'm comfortable here and don't want to get up? " Mary questioned through a yawn, finally forcing me to open my eyes.She was lying on my chest with her eyes still closed, and it was a sensational image. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her expression was serene, the same one I had observed other times when she was sleeping. God, she is beautiful!Mary opened her eyes and tilted her face in my direction, and I stroked her cheek before removing a few strands of hair from in front of her eyes." Good morning.”" Good morning.”She sat up in bed stretching, drawing my gaze immediately. I ran my eyes down her perfectly

MaryI remained silent, absorbing everything Jacob said. That makes some sense." Besides, if he doesn't forgive you, you can show him what it's like to pick a fight with a Navruz.” Jacob winked at me “I doubt he can handle it.”" I thought the Soviet comrade had already left," Ian remarked nonchalantly as he entered the room." If you don't want to end up with a black eye, you'd better get away from me," I muttered angrily.“Mary, come on, we weren't doing anything." He shrugged, heading for the kitchen." If he doesn't have the confidence to hold you down, it's not my problem. Or maybe it's because he knows this is all a big hoax.”" He doesn't need to hold me, because I don't plan on leaving his side. " I rolled my eyes, stood up, and headed for the balcony." Mary, where are you going? " Allie sighed, "Give him a break.”I ignored her, rushing downstairs to find Pyotr and Simon talking in the barbecue area. The sun had already set and the place was lit by artificial lights, but I

MaryI was lying in my bed with a hell of a cramp, and had called Peter earlier in the day to let him know that I would not be working that day.After the mess that Ian had made on our trip, we had anticipated our return. My father seemed inclined to forbid us to return to that house without his supervision, but my mother eventually intervened on our behalf, much to Allie's relief.Pyotr and I have never talked about what happened that night, and I don't know what has been going on in his mind, but I know that he regrets it. He always keeps his distance and every time I try to approach him he pulls even further away. The only thing that has forced him to touch me in the last few days was the visit from the immigration inspector, who surprised us as we were leaving the publishing house. There he acted like the perfect fiancé in love, but as soon as we were alone again everything went back to the way it was before." May I come in? " My mother opened a crack in the door, watching me wi

Pyotr I felt lost at work without Mary's presence. She had called me in the morning to say that she was not feeling well and would not be at work, and I could not give her that much attention because of a meeting that lasted all morning. I hated Mariane's absence on these occasions, because since the first meeting that she accompanied me, I realized that I felt more secure when she assisted me. The way she looked at me while I was speaking conveyed confidence, making me feel big, strong, as if I was capable of doing anything. And I would enjoy that feeling as much as I could. Being alone in that room was uncomfortable, but I managed the situation well. When had I become so dependent on her presence?Ever since I caught Mary with Stewart I can no longer deny that I have feelings for her. My reaction that day was nothing but pure jealousy, and I almost threw everything away because of it. And the way she played me left no doubt in my mind that Marianne has me in the palm of her hand.