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It's hard for me to hold back the answer that's on the tip of my tongue. I hate that he blames himself for how awful our lives have become.
Personally, I blame cancer and the gangsters who lent him far too much money in the first place.
He launches into another coughing fit as I reach for the bottle of medication beside the bed. I pop the lid off and shake two of the large white pills into my hand before handing them to him.
I hold them out, waiting for him to get comfortable. “These should help a little.”
His hand trembles as he takes them and swallows them dry. “Anna, I’m sorry that I’ve put you in this position.”
I close the bottle and put it on the table before kissing his forehead. “Dad, I love you. And it’s not like I have anything to spend that money on. I would rather get you out of debt than spend it on myself.”
He pats my shoulder. “You are too good to me.”
Tears blur the corners of my vision as I stand tall. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Call Hazel if you need anything.”
I wait until he rolls his eyes and nods. As soon as I know he will call someone if he needs help, I check the time on the slim gold watch on my wrist.
I’m barely going to make it in time now.
Chapter 2 - Sergey
Cigar smoke curls in the air as the woman in my lap rolls her boney ass against my thigh. The silver dress she wears isn’t exactly flattering, but she is still what most would consider a beauty.
The woman is a little plain for my taste, but an escort is an escort. She will do for a night, and then in the morning, she will be gone.
Just once, it would be nice to find a woman who hasn’t been used by countless other men.
Her large breasts press into my shoulder as her teeth graze my earlobe.
“I’m going to like it when you fuck me hard,” she says, her voice breathy and warm. “I want you to slam your cock into my dripping wet pussy until I don’t remember my name.”
I bring the cigar back to my lips, taking another drag and exhaling slowly. “Darling, even I don’t remember your name.”
Her laugh is light and airy, a practiced routine used on far too many men.
I lean back in my cognac leather chair as the woman swishes her blonde hair over her shoulder.
Blue acrylic nails trail down my chest, flicking open the top two buttons of my black dress shirt. Her hands slide lower, pausing as the muscles of my toned stomach flex beneath her touch.
She continues lower, running a teasing finger over the bulge in my dark gray pants.
Just as she reaches for my zipper, the door to my office opens.
Denis’ eyes grow wide with shock. He takes a single look at the woman in my lap before taking a step back and shutting the door.
The woman flicks her tongue over my pulse before leaning back with a sugary, sweet smile. “Now, honey, where were we?”
I scowl and flick the ashes of the cigar into the ashtray. “Leave.”
She rolls out her bottom lip, trying to look cute as she pouts.
It does nothing but make me wish that she were out of my sight. At forty-four, I’m too old for the cutesy attempts to lure me back in.
I want a younger woman, but I want one who is enough to capture my attention without the games and the little performances. One who has not fucked around senselessly. A deep sigh blows from my lips.
The woman’s finger drifts over my cock again. “Are you sure that you want me to go? I don’t mind if he watches.”
Who does she think I am?
