Deep Trouble with You

13 Love

Ann and I were seeing each other almost every day, but it was never enough for me. I wanted to see her beside me constantly. And let’s be honest, I want all of her, to the point of trembling! My balls are already the size of bowling balls!

The days pass relentlessly, and there’s less than a week left before my brother and his wife return. My deadline for this lie is shrinking at an insane speed, throwing me into panic. So little time!

We spent all our time walking around with the kids and having a great time. We went to the movies, to a kids’ entertainment center, to the zoo, and I’d bring her the whole damn world if I could, but there’s so little time and I realize I’m not keeping up.

Of course, I notice that Ann has noticeably warmed up to me. Her gaze shines and she looks at me with interest. But there’s also a certain sadness in her eyes. As if she doesn’t believe that anything could really come out of our relationship… and is just living in the moment, enjoying the positive emotions.

It saddens and worries me, but I can’t pressure the brunette. All this time we’ve been walking hand in hand, and since our first date we haven’t even kissed again!

It’s like walking on the edge of a knife. You have to move carefully and smoothly so you don’t press too hard, no matter how much I want to dive into her curves.

Her night shifts at the hospital don’t scare me. Because if… actually, why “if”? WHEN she becomes mine, she won’t even need to work at all! I’m a very wealthy man, and supporting the woman you love is simply a matter of honor!

And I love her! Damn it, I really do!

Now I understand all of Kirill’s impulses to constantly touch his beloved, to be with her, to be everything for her. When the Yartsevs fall in love, they fall completely and without reserve, not wasting themselves on small things and overcoming every obstacle. And that’s been proven… by everyone! Father, Kirill, Makar… and now, apparently, it will be proven by me too.

Today I decided on quite a bold and risky step. I invited Ann and Kirill over to my place… well, technically to my brother’s place. The kids have been whining forever that they don’t get enough time with the console, so I’ll kill two birds with one stone: the kids will have fun, and maybe I’ll get a chance to secretly press the brunette against a wall somewhere in the hallway.

“Your home is beautiful,” Ann says with admiration, looking around at all the little details. “So cozy and homey. You can immediately see that a close-knit family lives here,” and again I catch that fleeting sadness in her eyes, and I don’t like it. I want to see only happiness and joy on her face, tearing that damned sadness out of her!

“A family that’s missing a few pieces,” I smile slightly, studying the charmer carefully, and she noticeably blushes.

We settle in the living room where the sacred gadget is connected. The kids immediately turn it on and start chattering about which game they’ll play first and in what order. Kirill happily joins them. In general, the kid doesn’t cause trouble, aside from the occasional sharp look. Apparently, just like he said, he’s chosen a strategy of waiting it out, but with the kids he always behaves well and friendly, which is nice.

While the kids sort everything out and start playing, Ann looks around the room and her eyes catch the wedding photo of Kirill and Vicky standing on the fireplace.

Damn it! I didn’t even think about the photos!

“You used to have such a serious style. It suits you, but I still like how you look now more,” the beauty chuckles lightly, picking up the frame and carefully studying the photo. Ann falls silent, then quietly adds while still looking at it. “She’s so beautiful… You both look so happy and in love here… You can feel it even through the photo,” the brunette sighs. “I don’t know, your wife looks so sweet, never wouldn’t think she could abandon the whole family, especially with children. A real angel.”

Because Vicky actually is an angel in the flesh. Damn it, lying feels disgusting, but there’s no other way right now.

“Not wife. Ex-wife,” I correct the girl and take the photo from her. “And she wasn’t always like that. There were moments when we really were happy together, though not for long,” I say with feigned sadness, placing the portrait back.

“Do you still love her?” my beloved shocks me with the direct question.

“No,” I answer seriously, looking confidently into those beautiful brown eyes. “I’m grateful to her for the children and for the happy moments in the past, but I let her go a long time ago. My heart is rapidly being taken over by a completely different woman,” I confess, and the girl’s breathing falters as her eyes drop shyly, again trying to hide her pain.

What the hell is this?! Did that bastard of hers really break my girl so badly that now she trusts no one and is afraid of feelings? But she likes me, I can see it and feel it. And yet, the moment I try to get emotionally closer, she immediately hides and closes up like a snail.

I can’t restrain myself any longer from the tempting fullness of her lips, and I pull the girl to me with a jerk, dragging her into a greedy kiss. She doesn’t push me away and responds passionately, driving me insane with her tongue. I get fired up instantly and want all of her right now. Ann isn’t helping my situation at all, melting in my arms and being insanely responsive.

“Yeeeees!!!” we hear Egor shout, and we jump apart like we’ve been burned.

We look at the kids in alarm, but they’re completely absorbed in the game, not paying any attention to us at all. The boys just finished a fight in the game and Egor won, happily gesturing and celebrating.

We exchange conspiratorial looks like criminals caught red-handed, trying to hide our smiles. My heart is pounding like crazy, and judging by everything, Ann feels the same. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes sparkle mischievously, and her breathing is fast and uneven.

Beautiful and perfect! God, how I want her! Black witch! She’s bewitched me with those dark eyes and that melodic voice! Yes, I definitely love her, to madness and insanity!

“Uh…” I smile awkwardly, ruffling my hair. “How about we play with them? Do you even know how to play on a console?”

I see the cunning sparkle in the brunette’s eyes and a sly smile appears on her charming face.

“I’m the best Mortal Kombat player, just so you know!” the beauty boasts arrogantly, and I laugh.

“You? Really?” I look at Ann mockingly. “Then if you’re such a pro, how about we play for something?”

“Well… alright,” the brunette agrees, though not as boldly anymore. “For example, whoever loses buys us food and drinks.”

“Eh, no, that’s boring,” I look at the girl hungrily and she starts to get nervous. “If you lose, you stay overnight in our house.”

“And where exactly would we sleep?” Ann asks with a slightly trembling voice, her eyes darting nervously.

“We have several guest rooms,” I almost blurted out not counting mine, but decided to spare her. “We could watch a movie with some wine, or just talk all night. Whatever you want.”

I look at Ann slyly. She hesitates, but clearly doesn’t want to back down.

“And if I win?” she asks uncertainly.

“Then you choose whatever you want,” I say, and Ann thinks for a moment, squinting.

“You’ll spend the whole evening calling me My Mistress!” the beauty suddenly declares and bursts out laughing, while my face twists. My breath catches the moment I imagine Ann as my mistress, dominating me, and my d**k nods in agreement inside my pants. I sigh heavily, because now I’m not even sure which version of victory I’d like more…