I closed my eyelids, I'm not dreaming, I opened my eyes, seeing the black shirt, buttoned all the way up, the masculine scent impregnating my sense of smell.
— Nikolai? — I whispered in the middle of my reverie, squeezing his chest, snuggling there, closing my eyes.
My body was laid on a bed, I didn't let go of that shirt, pulling the man close to me.
— Where are you going? — I murmured with my eyes closed.
He didn't say anything, was he dreaming, was it really him? I opened my eyes even in my dream, wanting to be sure it was him there. His black hair was damp, combed to the side.
— Sleep, darling. – He whispered, running his thumb over my forehead and that way he even looked like the image of an angel.
Which was incredibly sexy, not even reminiscent of the sadist who a few minutes ago was wanting my pain.
— What the hell does that mean? If you're cursing me, I'll never look at your face again... oh... I forgot; I'll never look at you again anyway.
- It was like that, even when you're sleepy you have the habit of talking too much, my sweet, that's what it means - He declared, bending down and giving me a long kiss on the lips.
I turned to my side closing my eyes, but this time it seemed like sleep had gone away, I opened my eyes again finding the room empty, I sat up in bed,
Still feeling my body burning, all the sensation of sex overwhelming.
The man was clingy, at that moment, I got out of bed and headed towards the bedroom suite, opening the door, closing it behind me.
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection, I looked down in terror, for God's sake! My breasts were covered in bruises, it really looked like I had slept with a madman.
That's when I looked down at my ass finding it red from the lashes, this man didn't know the word limit.
I carefully took off my wig, grimacing at the pain from the tugging he had done. I didn't let go of my hair, leaving it to shower first. I stepped into the shower and turned it on.
Since I took a while in that shower, just like everything about Nikolai, it was exaggerated, even that was.
I took a shower, even though I was using his soap, feeling his masculine essence, staying for long minutes, until I decided to get out of the shower.
Drying myself with a towel that was there, wrapping it around my body, I ran my hand over the mirror, removing the fog.
I let my dark brown hair down, the bangs falling over my forehead. I ran my fingers through it, smoothing out the unruly strands a little. I carefully ran my hand over my eyes, taking out the contact lenses that were bothering me.
I opened the trash can, throwing them away, as I had nowhere to store them, and I didn't plan on using them any time soon.
I left the bathroom, holding the towel so I wouldn't fall, just at that moment the door was opened by Nikolai, who was holding a backpack in his hand, my backpack that I had left at his nightclub.
I picked up the backpack, where it was heavy, I realized it was worth it.
At that moment, I was happy, thinking that I would never be of any use again.
— I thought you were sleeping — He declared.
— You thought wrong, I'm leaving.
Then I reached out one of my hands for my backpack.
I saw that her eyes were beautiful, watching me.
His eyes focused on my face, which made me arch an eyebrow,
Even if he had no intention of searching me, thankfully, he wouldn't have anything to take other than my body.
Without the intention of revealing myself to him like that, not without the lens, and without that wig.
— Did you lose something? — I asked, moving my hand. Nikolai placed the strap of my backpack over my hand.
- A little more money is here
He just nodded and headed towards the bed, leaving his suitcase there.
I closed the towel tightly so it wouldn't fall, opening my suitcase and taking out my cell phone.
— Great, I'm out of battery — I muttered, sitting on the bed, slamming the device in my hand.
- I can lend you my carry...
— No, you can't, your cell phone isn't the same as mine.
Since I came from Turkey, I haven't changed my device, and the one he had was the latest generation of iPhone, it wasn't the same as mine.
I shook my head, grabbing a change of clothes from my bag, my jeans, a pair of sneakers, and unfortunately my shirt had a low neckline, it would show the monstrosities of my breast.
—By the way, thanks for making me a prisoner's wife, all marked up—I muttered disgustedly, going to the bathroom.
I changed my clothes, returned to the room and did not find him there anymore, I grabbed my backpack along with my cell phone, left the room, walking down that light-coloured corridor, holding on to the golden handrail, I did not even find him downstairs, but near the door
At that moment, I saw that it was heavier than I thought it would be.
There in that room with a suitcase with a note and a velvet box on it.
I picked up that paper and read his quick handwriting:
- My beautiful, Desire, my dear, this is your money, with thanks for your first time with me, here it is in this suitcase.
Merry Christmas.
In addition, it has more than a good amount, for its beauty, with a high amount.
So, for this reason I left my security guard at your disposal at the exit of the building, use him to get to your house, in the box there is a gift for a warm night by your side. Goodbye, Melania Alekseeva.
Nikolai D. ”
He knew my name all along, and why Nikolai D ?
Hey, I noticed your last name was actually Dostoyevsky ? What madness was that ?
I held the two boxes, in which I was opening it and revealing a beautiful necklace, a choker and a bracelet, with several diamond stones, with an earring in the set.
My mouth opened countless times, closing and opening, no, I couldn't accept that, so I was going to leave it explicitly.
Oh yes, of course Christmas, I sold myself to Santa Claus, which was more than a doll I got, when I sold myself,
Even though right now, all I wanted was a taste other than the bruises on my body that Nikolai was real.
In addition to a good snow day on a cosy morning, with the strategy of having a good Christmas, sleeping all day.
And what more than that necklace to prove it?
A man who seemed to have a lot of money, like a king, but who was Nikolai Dostoyevsky, or Nikolai D. ?
It was really snowing, it was a good Christmas, full of abundance, a good end to the morning, anyway, Santa Claus arrived early.
Ho- ho - ho, anyway, she went out to do her Christmas shopping on that snowy day.