Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

"Is it necessary? "

Sitting in a cab, I skeptically examine the semblance of clothes that Lana dressed me in.

Short white skinny jeans with small slits at the knees and a loose Tiffany top. Damn, I'm afraid to even move in them. I've never worn clothes worth my monthly salary before.

"Of course it is! I told my father you were my friend. If he finds out you're just a bartender, he won't let me near you, sorry!" Lana's guilty eyes scrutinize my hair.

After asking Kate to switch with me tonight so I wouldn't have to go home to Lana in the middle of the night after my shift, I feel as if I'm being driven to some kind of exhibition. In fact, I am, so in order to please Lana's father, I allow my friend all these manipulations.

"It's okay, I understand," I reply encouragingly.

"Look, I'm going to tighten your ponytail, okay? It's just your hair's not very shiny."

It's not shiny at all, and I want to correct her, but I won't say anything.

"I can do it myself."

"May I? It's my pleasure to do something for you" Lana's sincere smile resonates in my heart, and I can think of nothing better to do than nod in response.

In my heart I am eternally grateful to this girl for saving my ass from the prospect of life on the streets for the second time in a short time.

Of course, I don't want to cross paths with her bastard brother, but when it comes to a night in the utility closet or a chance to live in a normal house for the first time in my life, I'll choose the latter. I'll deal with the bastard somehow. Somewhere deep in my subconscious, there is a thought that this will be quite difficult, given that the bastard is attacking like a tank, ignoring all my barricades put up, but I shut it up. We arrive in a neighborhood on the other side of town. Sergio lives here somewhere, I remember driving in the same direction yesterday.

A three-story ivory house greets us with its terrifying grandeur. Wow. I thought Sergio's house was posh, but he's just middle class compared to this gorgeous hulk. All the windows of the facade of the house are panoramic, and from here you can see the living room and dining room. And even the steps leading upstairs.

"Let's go" Lana drags me by the hand down the path, and opens the door. I freeze on the threshold.

God, you could set up a camp of Massimo Torricelli's groupies here, gathered all over the world.

The orphanage was even smaller.

"Come in" The girl pushes me, suddenly snatching my bag and hiding it behind my back. "Hi, dad"

I glance sharply to the right. A middle-aged man, well-groomed, stately, in an expensive suit the color of a raven's wing is heading our way. Mr. Cahlon doesn't even linger beside us. As he passes by, he just glances at me and nods.

"Good evening, girls. Come on in. Laura is setting the table right now. I won't have time for dinner with you, I have a plane in two hours."

"Okay, dad" The sly fox chirps from behind and pushes me in the direction of the dining room, located to the right of the stairs, "Wait here, I'll quickly hide the evidence and be back," Pointing her finger at the bag, the heiress of this wealth goes to the stairs.

Okay, I'll wait here. I enter the spacious dining room with the oval table in the middle and six chairs. On a perfectly white tablecloth four cutlery dishes are already on display.

My gaze falls upon a slice of basturma and jamon. My mouth instantly collects saliva. The burger I ate at lunch is long overcooked, and now my taste buds are going crazy looking at this gastronomic splendor. Without thinking too much, I pick up a thin slice of basturma and pop it in my mouth. Oh, my God... I've always dreamed of trying something other than sausage.

I chew quickly, not even having time to discern the taste. I'm already reaching for the jamon, when I hear a quiet cough from the left, and then a nice middle-aged woman in an apron cleaner than snow enters the dining room.

"Hello," I freeze with my hand outstretched over the plate and swallow a piece of meat.

"Good evening. You must be Marina? Mr. Cahlon said that you would be joining us."

Not reacting to my brazen theft of food, the woman smiles warmly.

"Yes, thank you. "

"If you want, I can cut you some more? I bought the freshest jerky today."

A blush rushes down my cheeks, but I immediately nod. How could I refuse such an offer?

" I will be very grate... "

My thank-you speech is interrupted by the loud slamming of the front door. Laura and I both shudder in unison and turn around. It isn't hard to find the reason for the noise.

I tense up when I see Matthew strolling toward us with a heavy gait.

He's in his light jeans and half-unbuttoned shirt, as if he'd just had sex and hadn't even bothered to dress yet.

"Hello, Matt, dinner is almost ready," The servant announces, and after receiving a short nod in answer, she quickly returns to the kitchen.

He seems to be noticing me just now. At first his blue eyes pass over me without interest, starting to travel bottom to top, and only when they reach my face do they freeze. An unconcealed surprise flashes across his stubby face, and then changes to a cynical smirk.

"Rie?"

Now his gaze travels all the way back, but only this time much slower and more studied.

"What is it that surprises you so much, Matthew?" I fold my arms across my chest, because I could feel my nipples tingling from his gaze lingering in that area.

"Are you here for more?" The boor moves forward and stops right in front of me, licking his lips defiantly. "Did you like it so much that you found me yourself? Impressive."

I can't help laughing into his haughty face.

"That's a lot of honor. I'm not here for you, relax."

A wide eyebrow arches in surprise.