In fact, one would think that Nastya had simply fallen into a fairy tale. Yes, Yasha was older, so what?

He started taking her to visit his friends and acquaintances. It was not very often, probably only once a month, but it made Nastya more and more convinced of the seriousness of his intentions. Nastya was generally well received. First, Yasha was respected, and no one doubted his "excellent" choice. Secondly, Nastya really made a pleasant impression. Moderately modest, clearly educated, not stupid, she spoke only if asked. A pleasant young woman in every way.

They rarely had sex, and everything was very modest on his part. And occasionally there were times when he gave pleasure only to her. Since his boner was not very good, he had achieved considerable success and skill in this area, if I may say so.

And then came that unfortunate day, which remained in her memory for a long time.

Yasha was obviously up to something, he had prepared the bed, candles, champagne, offered to drink a little, eat fruit, and take a bath in the shower. Well, in general, Nastya naturally did not suspect anything at that time, as it was just a kind of romantic evening. As you can understand, at that time she was no longer working.

He said he was going to surprise her. And he went to open the door for someone. She thought it was a delivery. But it wasn't.

Three rather attractive physically well-built guys walked in.

She looked at Yasha in bewilderment and even stupefaction.

"It's for you, I'm the one who invited them for you," muttered Yasha somehow unconvincingly.

"And I don't need to," Nastya replied clearly.

However, as it turned out, her consent was not required. They threw her on the bed without any further foreplay, and despite, this time, her desperate resistance and screams, they did to her everything imaginable, what could not be imagined and what was very difficult to imagine. She screamed, she lashed out, she begged Yasha to stop it, but he just watched, and then he brought out a camera and put it on tape.

When they left, Nastya ran to the shower, it was unbearable, she wanted to peel off all her skin. And Yasha ran after her, undressed, embraced her and started kissing her, hugging her, caressing her.

"Forgive me, forgive me, please forgive me, I'm such an idiot, I'm such an asshole, I'm such an asshole. Well, forgive me please, my girl, it will never happen again, I promise you, just forgive me. I beg you, calm down, it's okay, it's over."

Nastya sobbed

"Yasha, how could you, how could you…"

Here she realized that he was very aroused, much more than he had ever been. His manhood was much firmer and even bigger. Then he turned her to face the glass and entered her standing upright. He was considerably taller and he had to lift her up, but physically Yasha was in good shape. It was unexpected. Everything was unexpected-the fact that he had such a hard-on, and the fact that he took her roughly, violently this time.

Then he took her to the bed and continued there, again and again. And this time it was completely different. It was as if it wasn't Yasha at all, the same old Yasha.

"Marry me, Nastya, marry me," he whispered when he had finished.

It was totally mind-blowing.

"Nastya, you already have two million in your account" – Nastya was really stunned at that moment. He showed her her own phone with a text message from the bank.

"And I'll still have a present for you in the morning," he watched her reaction. He watched her reaction with bated breath.

Nastya was confused, exhausted and very surprised, though she was rather in a state of – "I'll think about it tomorrow" – because it was no longer possible today.

Nastya couldn't think about anything anymore, she curled up under the blanket and lay sobbing, while he pressed against her from the back and continued to stroke and soothe her.

"What is it, how did I get so unlucky?" thought Nastya in despair.

No, she wasn't afraid of anything this time. She didn't even think about the fact that Yasha was a powerful man in fact – or rather a man with very good connections. It was just so embarrassing. To come and say that you have lived with a man for so long and suddenly … And how on earth would she prove it? She washed away absolutely every trace of it.

Yasha brought sedatives and sleeping pills and Nastya eventually passed out.

Kirill was still here, by the way. His mom was crying all the time, and he didn't know what to do about it, and he couldn't leave either. It was natural – after all, her favorite, the only, the best son was gone. She had asked him so much to leave, why had he gone! His father had another family, but of course he was also shocked and very sad. Despite the fact that he divorced his mom, he never stopped communicating with his son and always helped them. Actually, Kirill knew his half-brother and sister and in general treated them normally. Mom had not resented his father for a long time and eventually came to the idea – that she was so comfortable! You know, there are women who are comfortable living alone with their son. No, she was courted by men and even dated them from time to time, but one was not like that and the other was not like that. In short, she just didn't particularly want to. And Kirill did not interfere with her personal life, because he himself had this personal life from a fairly young age was enough. There are such handsome lovers who never doubt their attractiveness. No, that didn't mean he was ready with every one that fell for him. By and large, he was quite choosy and had far fewer women than it might seem at first glance.

So, Kirill was still here and heard Nastya's screams. He immediately moved into this room and was horrified, but there was nothing he could do. Such an amount of adrenaline release, such a powerful and dense areola of rather aggressive-sexual energy was simply knocking him off his feet. And right in the moment, there was nothing he could do.

He was also completely out of it. He honestly watched Nastya sometimes and saw Yasha. But he was also sure that it was a good option. And suddenly such a shock. And when he did it with her, was it not a shock? Well, of course he shared it very much for himself. And it really wasn't. It wasn't like that at all.

When it all passed and he was no longer hit by this wild wave, he had a desire for revenge. However, seeing how Yasha (a pervert) is nevertheless attached to Nastya, how he apologizes, how he is ready to do a lot to make amends … He decided not to touch him, at least as long as he takes care of Nastya …

But those three didn't fare so well. One, however, got away with a broken arm. Another had a car in pieces and a month of hospitalization, and the third was beaten up very badly after some very drunken party, where he "lost his way" and started hitting on someone's girlfriend. And, you know, in their heads they had a glimpse that it all "flew" for their piggishness – you can't do absolutely everything for money. But Yasha was looking for exactly the kind of people who would do anything for money. But that was, of course, later.

She decided not to go out at night. And in the morning …

In the morning, a sky-colored Mercedes convertible was waiting for her, just as she had dreamed!

You think she just forgive it for the money? Wouldn't you forgive it for that kind of money??

And it wasn't just that. It was the fact that before that she was surrounded by care, attention, affection.

And of course Yasha never left her side for a second. Of course, he was afraid that she would go to the police. He realized that of course he could keep the case quiet, but why bring it to this?

Why didn't he just offer her the two million right away? What if she had said yes? Yasha knew people too well, and he realized that she wouldn't have said yes anyway. And he couldn't risk it – as soon as he revealed his cards and she refused, he had a big chance of losing her.