Mine sinful fall

Lina

I was ashamed to wake up, but even more ashamed to look my boss in the eye. And there was no way I could escape, because I was now in my apartment! Damn! I had too much alcohol last night! It was the only excuse I could find.

But luckily he wasn’t in bed. I was able to get out of the covers and get dressed quickly. Even combed my hair before Vova came back into the room.

I think that after what happened, I can safely address him by his first name.

“Are you awake, sleepyhead?” inquired and came closer. He had already showered and smelled good. I just wanted to eat… Eat? Yes, I was insanely hungry in the truest sense of the word.

“I made breakfast. I hope you like it,” he said, and kissed me on the cheek. He didn’t try to put his hands on me again. After all, I’d given him enough to do yesterday.

“And what have you prepared?”

“You’ll see. Shall we go to the kitchen or would you like breakfast in bed? I’m sure if I watch you eat, after all I won’t be able to help myself. Damn!” he’s got me in his steely arms again.

“You taste so good, baby. Everywhere. I experienced it myself tonight.”

I didn’t say anything back. I didn’t want to. Ashamed, like a little girl, of what many women like to shout about, elevating their lovers in the eyes of others.

“We can’t work together now.”

“What are you talking about?” Vova immediately begins to get angry.

“Company ethics and all that. I do not want rumors. And as a manager you don’t want them either. ”

“Not just an executive, but the owner. Don’t get confused. My company, my rules. I make ’em, I change ’em. It’s that simple.”

“For you, yes, but not for me. I don’t want to be judged. I already told you that. I want to be judged, you know?”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I am evaluating your professional qualities, Angelina Rostova. Whose fault is it that you’re so seductive that your professional skills come with a posh bonus?”

“That was offensive. You just called me a whore! ”

“Stop. Don’t twist it. I didn’t call you that. All right, let’s go to breakfast, and then we’ll talk about everything.”

“Don’t tell me what to do in my own house.”

“Okay,” she gives up quickly and just silently pulls me along, taking my hand. The aromas are delicious. When did he have time to cook something? But wait. He certainly did not cook it himself. On the table was my favorite pasta with cream sauce and a few sandwiches with salmon.

“Bon appetit,” he says as he pulls back a chair for me and I sit down at the table. He sits across from me, not next to me. I want to tell him he didn’t make it, but I don’t. I wait for him to confess.

“I ordered the pasta and sauce, but I made the salmon sandwiches myself. One customer said no, and the delivery guy offered to take it from me. I hope you like fish.”

” I do. Thanks for telling me. Bon appétit,” I wished him and he wished me. While I ate, he sat silently and looked at me. And it was wildly irritating. It hurt to put my legs together, and I even whimpered a little when I tried to do it.

“How much did it hurt?”

Vova noticed and understood everything. Yeah, he’s not a little boy in every way.

“A little.” I admitted honestly, but still I was able to eat all the pasta, and even cram one sandwich in myself and drink orange juice.

“I have the ointment. ”

“I don’t need anything! Thank you, it was all very good, but you have to go,” I thanked and decided to chase it off as soon as possible. There won’t be a repeat of tonight,” I decided firmly.