Viktor
What is she talking about? f**k someone else? I think Milana is getting the wrong idea of things. She thinks I'm f*****g someone else. I'm not. “Milana dear,” I call in a low and soft voice, but she suddenly interrupts me.
“Do not talk to me or call my name either. You can go back to the women that you were with. Of course, they are more beautiful and hotter than me.” She lets out a bitter laugh and then she sniffles. “I'm out of here. Get out of my way.” She attempts to push me aside but I stop in front of her, holding her back.
“I'm not going to allow you to go outside, dressed like this. Stay the f**k in, Milana.”
“Why are you allowed to f**k around but I'm not? You have women hovering around but you crash out when a man slaps my butt.” She pauses and then she gulps, slow
