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Everything was very nice, Yasha was very caring and surrounded Nastya with care and attention. At that time Nastya did not realize that it was not only care and attention, but total control. He called constantly and kept checking where she was and what she was doing.

Nastia never saw it as a big deal and always responded.

At first, she didn't really understand what was going on. After the time she told him everything, they hadn't had anything for about a month. She thought he was shocked by that story and didn't want to continue, and all this courting was just like that, kind of before he left so he wouldn't look bad. So, when he came over to her house once again, but didn't show any sexual advances, she decided to bring it up.

"Yasha, I understand that you were shocked by that story, and I understand you, it's just that if you would like to end our relationship, you just tell me, I won't take offense," she said.

Yasha got excited and started to say quickly – "Nastenka, honey, my girl, you have misunderstood everything, I sympathize with you, but you have misunderstood everything, it's just that I, unfortunately, do not have everything as wonderful as I would like it to be, you know?". He started kissing her, stroking her, and again he was between her legs and brought her to orgasm to confirm that he really wanted to continue the relationship. After another month, he offered to move in with her.

In fact, Yasha was terribly frightened at that moment, because he was in no way, under no circumstances, ready to lose Nastya.

"Well, really, why should you pay rent, I have such a spacious apartment, you'll love it, you don't have to do anything there, I cook myself, and there's a nice woman who does the cleaning, she comes three times a week"

Nastia tensed up a little and said she had to think about it.

She didn't want to lose her apartment, although Yasha's apartment was certainly posh and in the center. In the vast majority of cases, a great many girls would want to move into such an apartment – even if only temporarily.

And Yasha's apartment was gorgeous! It was about 160 meters, spacious, with a huge kitchen-dining room, smoothly transitioning into the living room, as was now customary. There were some interesting ceilings, 3D wallpaper on the walls, the kitchen and living room were decorated in Italian style in light colors, the master bedroom had green colors and the bath was also in green and golden colors, natural floors of dark red eucalyptus, which was very unusual. There were a lot of antiques in the apartment, but without overdoing it. And everything there was very comfortable and convenient – armchairs and sofas soft and comfortable, not just pretty. Poufs, soft rugs. And for whom did Yasha build this nest? He himself did not know, he just wanted, probably, always such a cozy Nastya. He didn't know, he just felt that way. And of course, the huge windows overlooking Peter and the Neva.

But Nastya was afraid. It wasn't even clear what exactly, but she was afraid of being dependent, and she was afraid that at some point reproaches and claims might start – "You live on my territory, so…". And no one knows what might follow. And she didn't want any of that. Not that she was unable to fulfill any household requirements or did not want to cook, for example, she just did not want there to be any requirements, she had lived alone for a long time and was used to managing her time herself, and in principle she was afraid of getting into dependence.

Realizing that she was afraid, Yasha again made an offer, which, so to speak, was hard to refuse – he offered to put an amount on her account that would cover half a year's rent for a decent apartment, so that she wouldn't be dependent and if she didn't like something, she could rent something herself. Plus, he offered to pay a month's rent for now, so she could come back here if anything happened.

The owner of the salon started talking about it (Yasha had obviously asked her to), that Yakov Vikentyevich was a very decent and serious man and she had not noticed that he changed women often and she had not seen him with women in general, and that it could be very good for Nastya and that it was high time for him to have children and Nastya should think about it too. And Irina, the owner, said quite sincerely, she absolutely believed in her words, because she really did not notice anything "so" Yasha, he really behaved always decently and this is actually the first time when he started a relationship with a girl who worked in her salon, although he was a regular customer. Plus, she knew how wealthy and influential he was. She believed quite sincerely that this was a classy match for Nastia. She was absolutely sure that the girl was just "slowing down" because of the stress she had experienced during the fighting and did not fully realize her happiness.

Did Irina think about why Yakov, for all his virtues, was still single? Well, you know, it happens that people like that don't work out. Not everyone is lucky in love.

In fact, the offer was tempting, and even on such terms! And Nastya agreed. And Yasha had done everything to make her agree. He was very attentive, caring in various little things, and very generous. Even if he saw that Nastya looked at something in the store, he immediately bought it. In the end, Nastya asked to give half of the things back, because, in fact, she didn't need that much. And that convinced Yasha even more of the rightness of his choice.

Nastya stayed to live at Yasha's. A month passed, and there was no reason to go anywhere and be dissatisfied with anything. Nastya had NO responsibilities at home. Although she did cook from time to time, of course.

Her only "duty" was … was to wear something sexy at home. Yasha always chose clothes for her at home and asked her to wear them. Sexy for Yasha was the image in soft socks, in a cozy robe open and under it lace panties and lace beacon. But when Nastya went out somewhere, on the contrary, the style was more relaxed, more spacious clothes of soft warm colors. She was moderately restrained in her makeup.

Next, Yasha naturally started talking about her quitting her job. Since he was very annoyed by her late appearances.

No, he didn't have to do the dishes or anything, he just wanted her home always, or almost always.

And one night he brought it up.

"Sunshine, my girl, I wanted to talk to you," he began.

"Yes, Yasha," Nastya always took any of his suggestions calmly, as he never disadvantaged her in any way.

He sat down at her feet and began kneading her feet to get her as relaxed as possible.

"Why would you want to go to work? Well, you know, we already live together, I have enough money, plus it's not good for my status that you work at a salon, let's think of something else?" – he suggested.

"What's different?" – Nastya wondered. Although she would have liked "something else."

"I was just thinking, you mentioned that you'd like to do psychology, and it's a very in-demand profession at the moment and you can work from home – it's very convenient. I can pay for any training you choose. Please don't think about the cost, it doesn't matter" – it was important for Yasha to hear yes, he could offer anything as long as she left her job.

In fact, of course for Nastya it was a very tempting offer, first – she really wanted to do psychology, second – it was really a demanded profession at the moment, third – she would also like to work from home, like many people nowadays. Of course, she started to hesitate because she was losing her source of income, but Yasha made the offer again:

"Sunny, I understand that you are worried that you won't have an income, I've already put 300 thousand into your account, you won't need to spend it, it's just your 'safety cushion' and I'm paying for your tuition too" – this was already the last decisive argument.

Nastya said she would think about it, but actually Yasha realized from the look on her face that it was YES!!!!!.

"Yes, of course, sunshine, you need to think about it," Yasha said in the evening, and at night he did everything he could to make Nastya cum twice.

And in the morning he had already come back to this conversation and Nastia couldn't resist saying "Yes!".

Yasha immediately left the room to call Irina, the owner of the salon.

In order for her not to be upset about losing a good employee, he immediately transferred money to her for such "inconvenience". Irina did not want to part with Nastya, but she understood everything – Yakov's woman could not work in the salon, it was clear enough.

"Yes, Yakov Vikentyevich, I understand you, of course, thank you for your concern," she replied, by "concern" she meant monetary compensation.

Naturally, Yasha no longer let Nastya go to work for a single day.

Nastya asked to pay for several courses, as she realized that she would not get anything serious in terms of real knowledge in three months. She chose the most serious training, and also the longest. And Yasha was more than satisfied with it. Nastya stayed at home, studied, went out only to go shopping or to a cafe, and all the entertainment was only with him – theaters, exhibitions, movies and guests.

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.

And now, after this seemingly endless night, so nightmarish, she was sitting in the same kitchen-dining room again. And Yasha was making coffee for her in a copper pot, looking at her carefully. And it was as if nothing had happened.

"Sunny, what do you want for breakfast?" – Yasha asked. He was ready to do anything. And not just breakfast.

"Yasha, I don't want anything," Nastya's mood was naturally depressed.

"Sunshine, I wasn't joking about marriage at all – let's go right now and apply," he suggested, hugging her from behind and kissing the back of her neck.