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- I think you let yourself be led by your selfishness above!
Mike's voice resounded with unusual hardness, and Natasha looked at him sadly.
A chasm is widening between them, she feared an abyss of never fill. Instead
sitting close to her, he had abruptly dismissed, as if proximity repugnant all
suddenly, and he considered stiffly outstretched traits.
- It's not selfish, she protested. Your idea just seems inconceivable. Everything would be different if your mother loved me.
- But she loves you!
The young man's face was inflamed. His eyes, usually so warm, so sparkling with life, now evoked coldness, the hardness of the stone. - And it is you who do not love, I understand now! he went on. Last night, precisely,
she told me believing guess your hostility towards him, and I was foolish enough to disabuse!
Distraught, she put on her blue eyes incredulously, shaking his head. - It never succeeded in a young couple to live with her in-laws, she said.
- Do not seek excuses! if he won.
They never had a fight before, and she had the painful impression of face to a stranger.
They knew each other for four months. To their amazement, they had quickly
realized they were in love with each other. The days passed, each brighter
than others.
Some of the depth of their commitment, Natasha was not surprised at his request
in marriage.
- Why wait? he said. We are sure of each other, is not it? - Yes, we are, she replied jumping to her neck, happy to see if hastened.
- When my mother will return from Australia, we will take care of the formalities, he decided.
Not for a moment Natasha had doubted she would like Mike's mother. He had him
described with such love that she felt ready to give her tenderness. Mrs. Porter had just spent six months at Kenneth, his other son, who had married the daughter
a farmer from Queensland. The old lady showed such eagerness to enjoy some
his grandchildren that they eventually invite.
When Natasha went to Mrs. Porter for the first time, not the least afterthought did touched. But from the moment she entered the living room of her stepmother, she
realized she had an enemy. Certainly, his hostess proved very courteous and smiling;
Yet as soon as his son's back was turned, she glared her future daughter an ice look, leaving
clear that it was not welcome.
Shocked and incredulous, Natasha was looking in the eyes of Mike the same surprise that the
knocked herself. But obviously, the young man noticed nothing. When they left, he asked him innocently in the world:
- So what do you think of her? It's great, is not it? You know, my father died
when I was four, and she raised us alone, my brother and I, working tirelessly
that we lacked nothing. She never complained about his lot, and I only understood
growing up how she was devoted to us. She sacrificed herself for her son ...
Page 3 - Exceptional indeed mechanically Natasha nodded with a forced smile. - I knew you would. It is essential that the two women in my life
agree!
The girl winced.
- You ... you think I liked it? she ventured after a hesitation. It was hard to conceive such blindness from Mike, but it seemed really sincere.
- Of course! if he cried.
And he kissed her with an enthusiasm that nothing could begin. This first interview
the forward-knows ... Natasha renounced let him see the truth. She even came to doubt
itself.
The hope of having deceived the reinvigorated. Perhaps Ms. Porter was she just tired
a hard day? Perhaps the news of this unexpected marriage had she taken aback
?
Alas, in short the following weeks, his first impression was verified. Not only
Ms. Porter did not like him, but she deliberately showed hostile. All the efforts of the young
daughter ended in failure. She brought her chocolates: Mrs. Porter disliked
chocolates, they were fattening. She offered her flowers: Mrs Porter did not like flowers,
she was allergi-that pollen ...
If Natasha proposed a date for their wedding, her stepmother interrupted systematically and changed the conversation. If they were to talk about Kenneth's wife, she
not dried up more criticism on his stepdaughter on his way of raising her children or to take her home.
Natasha never understood then that Mike's mother would not accept any woman between her and her son.
Ms. Porter was immodé-rately possessive and jealous.
On the one hand, this excessive attitude was pitiful, but she was beginning to cast a shadow
on the relationship between young people. Natasha felt unable to enlighten her fiance that evoked
naively their future life in the house of his mother, was it not his duty to watch over
it? ...
- She has done so much for me, honey.
Sitting each at the end of a park bench, they were not looking. - I owe him so much, you understand? he continued.
You decided to continue to work for now, but suppose we wanted a baby right away. Having my mother at home would be ideal, right? - Do not see it that way, Mike!
- You do not like him, he accused. Natasha gave him a bewildered look. - It's not that ...
- She suspected it, and I thought she was wrong, she was carried away by his
imagination. Still, she was right: you do not love.
- It was she who does not love me! exploded the girl, trembling because she hated
disputes.
Unlike Mike, it was neither expansive nor confident but shy, sweet and cleared.
This quarrel plunged into the deepest distress.
- She hates me, she uttered an almost inaudible voice.
This reality terrified; she hoped to convince even her fiancé.
- What nonsense! he shouted. Do proffers more such nonsense! My mother hate you! ...
- She hates me, she does not want this marriage.
- Why would she offered us to live with her if she did not want? he retorted,
Page 4 Natasha opened her mouth to answer, but the words died on his lips. How
could she tell him: "Your mother is jealous, it does not intend to lose you, she thinks I'm going
tear you from her and she tries to stop me? »
- Then he pressed. Listen, he went without being moved by the desperate look
his fiancée.
Forget all that, okay? I have a very high opinion mom and I will not stand
that such relations are established between us. Say no more about this marriage.
Natasha grew pale. She could not believe her ears.
The wedding day was planned in a few weeks, she had chosen her dress, her parents
had dealt with everything ...
Mike stared at the road ahead, his jaw. - It's over, he said.
- Finished? she repeated in a voice she did not recognize.
She struggled in the nets of a horrible nightmare, because it could not be that of a
nightmare ...
- I should congratulate myself for having taken this decision before it's too late! said he.
The girl shuddered. She took off her engagement ring with trembling fingers. They had
chosen together, and she gazed every day, drunk with happiness ... - Well, she whispered, handing him the ring.
- I beg you, he said.
He pushed his hand and rolled the jewel in the grass.
The wind tousled brown hair Natasha remained motionless, his eyes fixed on a
not lost in the distance of the park when the young man left and did not return. All
Suddenly she stood up and began to run. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Why adversity she was bent against her when she discovered a happiness so valuable?
She no longer thought of nothing but this painful rupture that had annihilated. When
she realized that passersby looked back on it, it slows the pace. Then she tried
to swallow her tears. She worked two minutes from the park, so she borrowed a path more
Long to take time to calm down.
Natasha then regained the modern building that housed the agency. She stopped where the toilet
it refreshes his face, restored order in his headdress and remaquilla. Besides her pallor,
dark circles under his eyes, nothing was reflected in his inner distress. Nigel Herries, his boss, was too preoccupied with himself to notice a change
of this nature to his secretary. Handsome, pleased with himself, he attached great importance to its
own person he neglected no detail. Her salary barely managed to cover its
vestimentai-res expenditures and maintenance of its beautiful red sports car.
When Natasha entered the office a bit later, he took care to aim nonchalantly
the basket where he threw crumpled paper balls. - Did you eat breakfast? he asked, smiling at the girl.
Without waiting for a reply, he lingered to contemplate. As his car, young
women he surrounded himself had to "go it well," he thought, that is to say, be pretty, elegant,
- You are very smart, he said, detailing the raw dress that gracefully floated around
Natasha long legs.
- Thank you, 'she said, putting a pile of leaflets in front of her. Accustomed to his compliments, she did not give them more importance than they
deserved. Nigel collected the adventures. His connections in general lasted a little more
week. He loved the variety.
Page 5 - What are you doing tonight? himself he asked.
It was not his first invitation, but she had always declined. This time Yet, to the surprise of the young man, she replied:
- I do not know why?
- I'm invited to a party at customers, charming people, Fortt, you
remember? Those who loved dogs so much. Why accom-gneriez you not me? Us
décrocherons perhaps a new contract? Natasha vaguely recalled Dave Fortt.
The advertising agency had organized a cocktail in his honor six months earlier. To this
occasion, Nigel had deployed his talent to put his ideas into value and get noticed
by this man in sight. If he willingly showed fanciful and frivolous, head of the girl had
also a brain. He worked in spurts suddenly pushed by flashes of genius who succeeded in
long time to Oisi Vete-and this "method" was succeeding. - Okay, she agreed. What time should we be there?
- At eight o'clock. I'll go get you home.
These evenings were displayed hypocrisy and superficial reports generally bored
Natasha.
But tonight, after her breakup with Mike, she dreaded so much to find his
apartment where she inevitably broierait black she would have accepted any invitation.
She lived in a small studio in the Chelsea neighborhood. Its windows overlooked the
roofs. Some days when the season permitted, she could see the green foliage of a tree
pointing between two houses. But in general, she mostly saw the sky She lived in this apartment for a year and a half, and in that time, its neighbors
bearing had succeeded many times. We do not attar-Dait in this place where there was
the total anonymity.
Natasha had felt some difficulty in accoutu overseas in London, she had grown up in a
Dorset village where her parents still lived and sister. No doubt she would have stayed there
if she had not fallen in love with the husband of the latter. Oh sure, it was only
a passing attraction she took care to keep secret in the depths of his heart. But to
the age of passions and follies, next day without feelings sometimes take an importance
disproportionate. So she decided to leave to settle in London to forget Jack and relieve
guilt which undermined; a deep attachment between her and Linda, his sister.
Indeed, his dreams of teen-lescente did not resist the pulsing life of the capital. His
work, new knowledge helped him considerably, and when she met Mike, the
While dressing for the evening, Natasha wondered how she would announce her
Parents her breakup with fiance they worshiped. Only Linda had shown more reserved ...
Much less that erased his junior, she had always been accustomed to direct, act according to his
goodwill. Her husband, for example, generally bent to his wishes. Maybe
be it simply guessed that Mike had too strong character to let intimidate?
Anxious at the thought of having to face the dismay of his family, Natasha watched his
livid face in the mirror, her eyes dark with grief.
Although her fiance regretted their quarrel, nothing would change. How could
marry her when the mother of the young man hated? He and Mrs. Porter were so close ... A
Such a situation would inevitably suffer. Kenneth had solved the problem by starting
settle in around the world, but his brother would not follow his example. He will never understand
The girl chose her favorite dress. She liked to wear it, to feel on her skin
Page 6 smooth coral silk jersey. The neckline discovered his throat until the birth of the chest,
the right skirt and forced to walk the narrow slowly. Without being provocative, this outfit
showed off her feminine charms. Mike and she had chosen together; the young man
insisted she buys it. "It makes my heart beat! "He claimed. Natasha often subjected to his will, she liked to please him. Shy, frail, graceful and very fine,
she inspired the men protective desires, offering a seemingly easy prey. They
frightened her a bit and she quickly hid before their attempts at seduction, unaware that
This attitude caused them to insist on the contrary.
- The more you get and the more they fear will hasten, Linda told him one day. Viewing dogs ...
- Dogs? repeated the young girl, without understanding.
- Yes, the more you tremble before them, the more they pursue you ... How can you be so
naive, Natasha?
- I do not know, she answered in the distressed look of its predecessor. A resounding horn startled her and impatient.
Through the window, she saw the red sports car Nigel roof open for the occasion. It
hastened to take his bag and pulled out slightly perfumed. A curious presentiment touched
suddenly, just for a moment ... She found herself regretting having agreed to go to that
evening ... But this apprehension flew when she spoke of her little empty studio, only haunted
by shadows Mike and M Porter ™. And then she would be too busy to repel the advances of
Nigel to indulge his melancholy. Despite her shyness, she felt strong enough to keep the young
Man remotely. Not too proud to recognize when it became unwelcome, it
never crossed certain limits.
Nevertheless, he did not give to much and always believed in tomorrows more
promising ...
Nigel came to open the door for her. - Um ... I like your perfume!
She smiled at him, settling in the car. Mike had given him the day of this perfume
their engagement ... An expensive gift she could never afford itself. Even his
apartment represented an excessive expense for his meager salary, but its location in heart
London-com thought this disadvantage. Natasha liked the Thames, and she enjoyed every day
contemplating the calm waters of the river to leave her. They evoked for her escape,
freedom after closed and stifling horizons of city streets. His tireless movement, its
different colors depending on the time, offered an ever-changing vision, while
continued his silent way towards the sea.
- You are delicious, 'said Nigel Demar-rant. Your dress suits you ... I feel delight
we will spend a memorable evening!
The car turned into the heavy traffic of the city. The wind lifted the hair blond young man who gave him a romantic profile.
- You look very elegant you, Natasha noticed. He gave a smile of satisfaction.
- I thought so! she joked. - We are a beautiful couple ...
He considered in fact a pretty woman next to him put him in value; no doubt
he believed that the pink of her dress formed with the blue of full harmony particularly
pleasing to the eye ...
The party was in full swing when they arrived. He took the hand of Natasha and dragged through
the crowd in search of a glass of Champagne. When they were served, he examined the assembly to
looking for a familiar face.
Page 7 - That Sonia! he launched soon after.
Sonia Warren handled public relations for a large company, and sometimes treated
with the advertising agency. Despite his playful air and smiles, it had failed to attract
sympathy Natasha. Sonia soon joined them, kissed Nigel, and both engaged
After a moment, it noticed that the glass was empty and his boss offered him
him to go get another one.
- Thank you, he said, handing him immediately imitated by Sonia. Natasha stood for a moment in front of such prohibited casually, but she went with the
three cuts. When he returned, his companions were still talking, and she stood there, listening to the
absently.
A waiter passed several times with a tray, and Natasha took some cuts Champagne, surprised to see her empty glass as fast. "The Champagne must give thirsty"
she thought. It also found that he was a wonderful remedy against the bitterness ...
She suddenly discovered that looked ... Everyone looked at her, she who believed
not attract anyone's attention. Then she smiled at these strange faces, happy to no longer feel
alone. Even Nigel suddenly appeared to remember his presence. - Where were you hiding, charming creature, so that our paths will not be
yet crossed? inquired the sweet voice of one of the guests, close to his ear.
- Mademoiselle is with me, Nigel intervened immediately, taking her by the waist.
Let the Rover.
- Excuse me, I'm sorry! murmured the man wobbled slightly. Without really knowing why, Natasha laughed. A sudden and irrepressible cheerfulness the
transpor-silent. It felt like soap bubbles fluttered in his head. If someone
detached a group close to her; a large brown shape vaguely wavered before her.
She realized then that gray eyes were watching, gray eyes where a smile and danced
a certain languor perhaps due champagne ...
- We have not been presented, insisted Rover with the girl. - And you do not be! Nigel intervened again.
Laughter greeted his repartee. There was a stampede; groups broke up, other re-formed. Newcomers arrived.
Natasha leaned slightly against Nigel and continued to listen in silence. - And your car, someone said. It goes fast, right? How much does it consume?
- Twenty liters per hundred.
- What? You're kidding! How can you maintain such a device? Mine already consumes five liters!
- But what do you drive? A baby carriage? Nigel laughed, causing general hilarity.
Natasha gaze swept the circle that had formed around them, and she recognized the man
with gray eyes.
Standing in front of her, he observed. A slight smile played on his lips ...
On joyful and carefree mood, she smiled back.
- I'm sure mine reaches a top speed to yours, affirmed
Nigel someone who shook his head in disbelief. I bet all you want! continued
another.
- We will have to check one of these days ... - Why not now?
- Do not be stupid! protested another.
- Just find a straight road, and we will see, insisted the paris launcher.
Page 8 - Alright! Nigel adds enthusiastically.
Laughter mingled with marks of impatience.
The girl, fascinated by the gray eyes of the unknown, and noticed his black lashes. His
insolent way to fix it ran into a strange thrill. Despite the agitation room, it was
it also remained silent, although he was often taken to task. It surpassed other men at least a head.
Dressed elegantly, he moved with ease showing great confidence. Natasha was not the only one to be sensitive to its charm. Sonia was trying to get his
attention by fiery glances, and other women smiling at him at the first opportunity. He
belonged to that category of people who do not go unnoticed in society without
having to be particularly talkative or exuberant. It emanated from him a virility
calm and clear, inherent sensuality to his person. His lips firm and clear design
evoked the promise of intoxicating kisses ...
Natasha had certainly never seen before because it would not have forgotten. When
he plunged as now his eyes in his, a gentle warmth slid down the back the girl.
- Let's go! Nigel said suddenly, taking her spoke size, brutally tearing at
Pardon? she asked.
- We'll make a run, he explained by pushing the output.
Without understanding, she let herself gently but firmly carry through the crowd
noisy.
- But what happens? she finally asked when they met outside under the sky
Black London.
- We'll have a race! repeated the young man definitely excited for this idea.
Natasha looked at him in bewilderment: - Oh, Nigel, I do not think it's a good idea ...
- Do not play spoilsport! he retorted by opening the passenger door. Get in!
- No, she decided resolutely shook his head.
The others already settled in cars, doors banging, laughter rang out, the engine began to purr.
- Hurry! Nigel grew impatient, red with excitement at the idea of measure to another
conductor. I can not leave without you.
- I take her in my car, intervened a cold and determined voice.
Nigel looked up at the man who stood behind Natasha and considered without
amenity.
- Who are you? he asked.
Sonia suddenly brightened. His face lit up with a flirtatious smile. - But it was Lee Farrell, my dear! You do not know? ... How are you, Lee?
You remember me, Sonia ...
- I remember, curtly cut the newcomer before turning to Natasha. You come with me? he asked the latter. I guess you do not want to
participate in this kind of entertainment? - No, indeed.
- I remind you that this young woman is with me! Nigel intervened suddenly furious.
Some cars are already moving away, much to the exasperation of the young man who
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- Come, Natasha, he added, grasping his arm.
- She will be safe with me, said Lee Farrell releasing it from the grip of Nigel.
The latter was speechless for a moment, and then he let out an expletive, climbed into his car and
Natasha sighed. She gave herself up lazily to the embrace of the unknown that had
surrounded by her arms as if to protect it. Sonia on it darted a piercing look.
- Have fun! she launched with an evil smile before walking away. - What are we doing? Lee Farrell then inquired with great gentleness. - What you want, she replied in a slightly sleepy voice.
A sly gleam sparkled in the gray eyes of man. - You rely on me, is not it?
- Apparently! she confessed, carefree. We could for example take a walk in
Car in the countryside? You got inside all night ...
- This is not exactly how I was planning to spend the night ... he said, amused.
- But I love the country! The birds, the trees, the rivers ... I love it! And
particularly by such a peaceful night that it ...
- Okay for the campaign. I even know a place that meets your wishes.
- Wonderful! exclaimed Natasha.
She sank lead to a big black car, and he helped take place. Where
moved to his side and started the engine, she leaned her head against the comfortable seat and smiled to
angels.
- Where are we going? she asked when they had started. - We just decided to go to the countryside.
- Well, she sighed softly.
Natasha was vaguely aware of behaving like a brainless, but this time almost magic where time no longer existed delighted her.
A rural and quiet landscape soon replaced the outskirts of London. The circulation
is Apau-truth gradually. The girl had no idea where they were, but she did not care.
It would admi-blue sky where the blinking thousands ETOI them. Lee Farrell turned on the radio, and
Soft jazz music arose. Charmed by the melody of the clarinet, Natasha began to sing.
- You husky voice, he said, laughing. - Excuse me ...
- But I love your voice! Besides, I like everything about you Natasha, especially your
eyes. Your first name pleases me too, it is not common.
- At the time I was born, my mother was devouring Russian literature. She called Natasha
in memory of the heroine in War and Peace. - It is a wise choice, that you very well.
- Thank you, 'she murmured, smiling.
His head was still resting against the backrest. The wind rushed through the open window,
raised her silky hair in a dancing halo around her face.
- You remind me of a mermaid ... a creature half-human, half-magical, almost ...
almost unreal.
- I do have the impression of swimming in a dream.
Actually, I'm not here ... but I fly in a bubble, there ... she replied,
Page 10 pointing to the sky.
He laughed and then frowned. - Attention, the bubbles burst!
- Not mine, not this night. And to hell with tomorrow!
Lee held the steering wheel with one hand and stroked the other cheek and satin rose suddenly
the girl.
- To hell with tomorrow! he repeated.
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Gradually the moon made his way behind dark clouds, and the distinguished Natasha
moving surface of a rough sea. Surprised, she sat up.
- The sea! if she exclaimed, much to the amusement of his companion. - Yes, the sea, he nodded.
- But where are we? - In Kent.
Hills with rounded curves harbored mysterious and dark wood. Through
short grass meadows, chalky white floor and offered a cameo of strange lights.
- Wonderful ... whispered the girl snuggling back into his seat. - Do not you cold? inquired Farrell.
Under the warm caress of the wind of this very sweet night, his passenger slipped into a languorous
delicious.
- I'm good, really good, she said. He smiles.
- I hope the champagne is not solely responsible for your welfare. - Do not blame the champagne, it is a divine drink.
The car turned onto a steep road to the assault of a steep hill. Woodland thick formed around them a leafy canopy where the moonlight crept with difficulty,
like water from a brook whose course would require it to be hampered trickle.
- Where do we go now? he asked, peering elie darkness. - Towards an unknown and mysterious destination ...
The road curves describing growing. She eventually shrink to the point just allow the passage of a car. They passed a few houses sleeping, a dog
barked somewhere.
- It seems that we are the only ones awake, Natasha noticed.
That night, for her, arose out of time. Lee looked at her, then reached out to
push a lock of long hair girl fluttering over his face. - Happy?
- Yes, she whispered.
She was floating languidly in a joy that enveloped him like a golden cloud.
Carefree, she did not know who she was or where she was going, Natasha Blairy whose life was
broken that morning in the park of London, this shy young girl who cleared and never had
dared to commit any folly no longer existed. The one who was now sitting alongside
Lee Farrell was sailing to his fancy, felt able to say whatever came to mind.
Never before had she savored the sweet taste of freedom ... - It's amazing, 'she whispered.
- Yes, is not it? he nodded as if he understood exactly what she wanted express.
It slows reaching the top of the hill. The car turned cautiously on a narrow road then stopped. Natasha then discovered a small white cottage.
- We arrived, he announced leaving him to open the door.
She followed him to the entrance. There, he slid his hand along the lintel overlooking the
door and pulled out a key. The hinges creaked when opened. - This is a haunted house ... whispered the girl.
Page 12 - Of course, he replied, standing aside to let her pass.
He turned and led Natasha in a small room on the right. She was comfortably
furnished, yet he gave off this inherent coldness in uninhabited places. She shuddered
slightly.
Without any fear, she bowed her head against the man's shoulder and let him touch
his hair with his hand.
- Hmmm ... that's nice, 'she confessed. - It's strange, but I also ... Hungry? - Yes, she admitted, surprised.
- I was sure ... You see, we feel the same things. - But ... there has he anything to eat here?
He lowered his head and kissed just behind the ear. - Of course, he replied.
- Of course, she repeated.
Cpnment could she doubt it otherwise, since that night saw them achieve least of his desires?
- Come, you will help me.
They went to a small kitchen where they prepared fried eggs, ham and coffee.
When they were restored Natasha yawned, and his companion watched a moment. His
gray eyes had darkened almost imperceptibly ... - In bed, he said softly.
Natasha smiled and dropped passively lead to the first floor. The warmth of her arms
around her filled with joy. She was struggling to keep his eyes open as his eyelids
grew heavy. It ushered in a room with exposed beams, lined with paper ornate, where stood a large bed covered with rose.
- I'm so tired, he she confided.
He then went down the zipper of coral dress and gently stroked the back of the
girl.
- Mmmm ... she murmured, closing his eyes.
He bent a little, and his lips came to pick a kiss on those of Natasha. - You are wonderful, 'he whispered.
- You, too, she said gravely.
- Thank you, 'he said, taking up the task he had begun, still kissing him. Soon, the dress slipped at their feet. He looked for a moment the
graceful curves and
Women then let out a long sigh. All this was new to Natasha; she never Mike was allowed to take such liberties. But his shyness and inhibitions tonight
were gone.
She shuddered with pleasure ... Lee then said: - You're cold, put yourself to bed
She slipped between the cool sheets. His eyes closed intermittently, but she saw
vaguely undress. Just as he unbuttoned his shirt, he contemplated her with a
fun.
- I would offer you an unusual sight by chance? - Yes, she confessed frankly.
Never, in fact, no man had undressed in front of her. A week earlier, she would run away without wasting time, but freedom had exquisite taste, she thought now. It
Page 13 was exactly as his desire of the moment, without worrying about the
consequences.
Lee was muscular and slightly tanned. Fascinated by the manhood that emanated from its
every move, she looked at the tall figure approaching the bed, slipping his side and off
the light. Dry throat, she trembled with desire when she felt his body against Lee
Farrell and her hot mouth on her shoulder.
- When I saw you tonight, for the first time, he murmured, as if it was a ...
electric current had covered me. I felt something uncontrollable ... In he was
even for you?
Mesmerized by pleasure in those powerful arms, Natasha, absorbed the delights she felt
caress the man's chest, said nothing.
He took possession again of her lips, and this time she put her arms around her
neck, returning his kiss with fervor. This warmth that spread throughout her being was
threatened a moment ... A little voice - the reason, no doubt - tried to warn her, but she silenced. Nothing was to begin his
carefree happiness. She moaned weakly when Lee fingers wandered along its
hips. Eyes closed, she swam in a dream and stubbornly refused to think, to let the
reality penetrate this fluffy cloud when it floated in the rapture.
Soon she slipped completely into the world of oblivion. Their embrace became more pressing,
more violent, more demanding. Natasha knew unsuspected pleasures. Trapped in this body too
powerful, she could not discuss, but she really wanted? A wind of madness had the
- Why did not you tell me? he asked, when the wave that had overwhelmed the
subsided.
I would never have imagined that this was the first time ...
His voice was warm, soft; he seemed surprised and amazed. He kissed the
face of the girl and held her against him, as if he was afraid she escapes him. The fruits
defended had never exercised any attraction on Natasha. She previously listened
that duty, propriety to act. She had left her hometown to avoid the risk of shake the fundamental principles of morality. Before his fight with
Mike, she behaved
as a submissive woman.
This break was brutally revealed to him the reality.
She liked Mike, but she knew she could never marry him. If she persisted
despite the jealousy and hostility MmePorter, his life would quickly become hell. This evidence
had destroyed all hope of happiness with her fiance ...
"To hell with reality! "She thought suddenly, leaving his lips brush the shoulder
His life so far was only a perpetual flight, she continued to think ... and Docile
conciliatory, it was mainly in the interest of others in defiance of its own requirements. The
day before she would prudently kept away from Lee Farrell or would have behaved
like a little girl frightened. In any case, she would not have responded to the passion of this man
with such fever ...
- This can not be true ... he whispered a little later in a changed voice, his face buried
Natasha's hair.
- God thank you, it is ... she replied, provoking laughter amazed at his companion.
- I'm not sure to be very proud of me, 'he admitted.
The girl, who quietly slipped into the abyss of sleep, does not grasp the meaning of his
words.
- What did you said? she asked.
Page 14 He stopped this time, and she fell asleep tenderly tight in protective
When she opened her eyes the next morning, she did not recognize immediately where
she was. Astonished, she looked for a moment the ceiling beams before meeting a
gray eyes that stared ... - Oh! if she cried.
- Hello, he said in his deep voice.
Leaning on one elbow, he smiled. His body brushed against the girl. They were his
caresses that had awakened. He continued indeed to let run his hand over her skin.
- No! if she suddenly exclaimed in the repulsive.
She tried to sit up, but a migraine as sudden as the violent forced to lie down again.
Lee laughed.
- The "hangover", is not it?
- Oh, my head ... she complained. It looks like it will explode. - This is just a difficult day, he joked, stroking it again.
She blushed and pushed it again. A shudder ran through ... Images the day before flashed through his mind, images that she would rather forget ... Those memories
aroused in her the desire to die. What had she done? What had happened to him? The nightmare
suddenly assailed relentlessly. But what devil had possessed so? - Intimidated? he asked, frowning.
Well, I'll make coffee down, then we'll talk.
He bent over her and kissed her lightly, much as he would have kissed a child.
- And do not begin to brood before my return, 'he said. Never in my life I
have lived at night as beautiful as ours, you hear me? We have a number of
things to discuss now.
Natasha kept her eyes firmly closed. Seeing persist in his silence, he went out
of bed and dressed hurriedly. The always closed eyelids, she waited impatiently for it to leave.
Only loneliness allow her to cope.
- Be back in five minutes, he announced before leaving.
She heard him go down the steps two at whistling. If remorse was eating, Lee
Farrell himself was a cheerful mood!
She blinked when she tried to open them, as daylight the assaulting. What would she say? she wondered desperately.
Natasha always knew when he returned with a tray. She met his gaze but away immediately, but not before noticed her perplexed.
He sat down, put the tray on the bed and took the hand of the girl.
- Why you looking at me like that? he said softly. I know, it all happened too fast, but
it was beautiful, right? Maybe I still drive me do you think that way ... That night was
different for me too, very special, magical ... Natasha swallowed hard.
- I'm engaged, she said in a small voice.
He dropped his hand and stood up. A heavy silence fell.
- In your last night mate? This wacky to the sports car that found nothing better to do than this stupid race?
She shook her head, multiplying the pain pounded his skull. A nagging him nausea
took away all his strength.
- I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday morning, so I went out with Nigel. I followed
a silly impulse ... I was not mistress of my actions, I was not myself at night
last.
Page 15 She wanted to disappear underground. Natasha the day before, which had entered it
bed so eagerly no more, and she would never see the day.
Lee Farrell observed an alarming silence. She dared not look at him. - I see, he threw last, without going further.
- I was not in my normal state and ... - Indeed, he cut sharply.
- I never ...
- I went into account he interrupted again with the same abruptness. She trembled, her face was burning. How could he not notice? ... - I take you back to London, he said. Drink your coffee is hot, I will preparing a more substantial breakfast.
- No, I could not swallow anything ...
- Well, he said, rising. The bathroom is right out, remember? - Yes ...
She was not about to forget the disposition of this cottage nor the events that were it
place ...
When she had finished her coffee, she jumped out of bed and went to wash. While she
dressed she heard Lee walk outside. She discreetly approached the window and saw,
standing in the morning sun, his dark hair slightly raised by the wind. It emanated from
Natasha turned away, biting her lip and went down. Lee Farrell closed the house, handed
the key in place and they walked to the car.
- This cottage belongs to you? she asked, while the vehicle was entering the small
way.
Concentrate on driving, he just is nodding his head. The many ruts do it not made it easy.
- Do not be furious, she sighed. - I'm not, 'he retorted.
But his clenched and hard features belied his words. - I despise me, 'she whispered.
He turned his head toward her; his gray eyes were cold as steel. - Why? he raised. To be seduced by me or for committing a infidelity to the man you love?
He had to speak with a rage that startled ...
- For both reasons at once, she confessed in a whisper, suddenly livid. - Thank you! It's very nice to hear that one just to spend the night with despises you to have done! The day begins well!
Both hands on his knees, Natasha bullied nervously hem of her dress between
his fingers.
- You're welcome! Does the cut. I understood perfectly. - No, you have not understood ... she Att miserably. I ... - My dear, you are very eloquent, believe me.
They arrived on a wider road, and he stepped on the gas. Natasha stiffened.
- Please, do not drive so fast ...
He did not seem to hear, he does not bother to look; however, it slows gradually
little. The girl desperately looking for a way to apologize, but how to tell him the
Page 16 truth without hurting him more?
If last night they had crossed person, traffic in the morning was dense. They
took an hour to reach the center of London, one hour during which Lee Farrell says
do not say a word.
Natasha eagerly awaiting the moment when she would be freed from his presence, as this
horrible day finally would finish ...
- Where can I drop you? he asked at last. - A Chelsea, please.
If she went to the office in the same dress as last night, Nigel would certainly
not to draw the necessary conclusions. - Where, in Chelsea? he insisted, annoyed.
She told him the name of his street and began to explain to him the way, but he interrupted
curtly saying he did not need his help.
When he finally stopped in front of her, she bit her lip: - I ... 'she began.
- If you have the misfortune to tell me you're sorry, I do not know what I will
do! To hell thundered tomorrow I 2.
Does he- He leaned toward her, fury vibrating and continued:
- You've used me tonight, and I hate that they're used to me! I have Never allow anyone to behave that way! You may be trying to justify your
driving imagining that champagne or melancholy have led you to make a fake
not ... But let me tell you, my young friend, that person never acts without wanting a little.
He leaned more and suddenly opened the door: - Bye, he threw.
Natasha slipped out of the vehicle. Hardly she found herself standing on the sidewalk that
car started with a bang.
Once home, she donned a black pleated skirt and a white crepe blouse. It
is watched carefully in the mirror, almost surprised that she had not changed. TO
share a certain pallor and a slightly less proud head carriage, perhaps, nothing revealed his
internal distress.
When she entered her office, Nigel was sitting with his head in his hands. He winced in
pain when she closed the door.
- Do not make noise, I beg you, he said. I spent a terrible night.
He raised his eyes and looked enfini the girl.
- And what happened to you? You have me indeed dropped ... - I'll get coffee and aspirins.
- I especially need a nurse, he whispered.
Natasha walked to the door, but suddenly mischievous voice pierced her boss
like a sword:
Despite the nausea that came over, she did not turn around. Nigel laughed, but in this
feigned cheerfulness pierced all his resentment.
- You're thinner than I thought, he added. You fell on the right number, it is very rich!
The door slammed behind the girl who felt bad to hear his satisfaction boss moan:
Page 17 - Oh, my poor head ...
Page 18 CHAPTER 3
It remained to Natasha a week of vacation to take, but when she demanded his due,
Nigel was angry:
- You take it to the last minute, it seems to me, he remarked.
- I have family problems, she explained truthfully altogether, I have to go
promptly with my parents.
He still resented for having abandoned this evening; However, he managed to silence
- I guess it is urgent and you do not have a choice, but how am I manage without you, me?
- Sara replace me, I've already talked to him.
The sulky Nigel turned back to the window. He gazed complacently at his reflection
in the window darkened by the pale glow of the setting sun, and took care to put in place a
cowlick.
- Okay, he sighed. I just hope you tell me true, is that Lee Farrell
not the real reason for your approach ... If ever I learned that you have a good party
time in Capri or Tahiti with him, I would look immediately another secretary.
Natasha looked at him with a certain coldness.
- I'll leave you my phone number, so you can reach me whenever you seem ...
- Good, very good! No need to take the fly! if he exclaimed.
But the girl was fuming with indignation when the door closed behind her the
office.
Every time he would be in a bad mood, Nigel would not fail to evoke Lee
Farrell ... He was not about to forget his disappointment. Perceptive, inquisitive and talkative, he would not lose
an opportunity to relate to all the winds of adventure Natasha in Kent, if he ever came
learn it. This sort of anecdotes spiced existence, he said.
In the train that brought her home the next morning, Natasha was desperately trying to
find how she would announce to his family that his marriage was canceled. All he had
imagine the incredulous face and upset his mother for words and phrases that she had
eva-nouissent be prepared in smoke.
The task is hard! She would begin by informing his mother alone together, it would be
easier than to explain to all his relatives gathered.
The girl chooses a time when his father, Linda and Jack were busy admiring the
roses in the garden. Ms. Blairy preparing tea in the kitchen:
- Oh, you're here, darling, 'she said, turning around. Would you take out the cups, if you
Please?
No blue everyday, those Chinese porcelain.
- Mom ... she began.
- Mike is not going to join you in the week? K
Why hath he not accompanied? He has so much work? He could not break free ... What
Page 19 shame!
We were planning precisely with your father the other day, to go to London for the
knowledge of Ms. Porter. We could invite here. What's your opinion? Do you think she
willing to come?
- Mom ... Natasha repeated in a hushed voice.
- And the cups? I take you there daydreaming ... You've always been a dreamer!; even small
daughter thou évadais in your little world for a yes or a no. It was enough for me to watch you
that you were in your secret country ... Linda instead, always kept his feet on the ground, nothing
escaped him. You were the sweetest, but you let yourself be led by your elder too. Never
Ms. Blairy applied to butter toast with quick and precise movements. Natasha, who
had the cups in saucers, looked at her mother her big blue eyes: - I'm not going to marry Mike, Mom.
- What, dear? Hey, will you cut it into very thin slices cucumber? - Mom ...!
Ms. Blairy finally put his knife on the table with a sudden gesture and turned to his daughter.
- What are you saying? she asked, prohibited.
Distraught Natasha looked at her, his lips trembling.
- You're not going to marry Mike? repeated her mother, growing pale. What is it
mean? ...
We chose the church, the town hall, the room, the meals, musicians and ...
She paused, opened his mouth again without any sound went not out by then stared
her daughter.
- You can not change your mind now that everything is organized ... - It's over, whispered Natasha.
- Finished? - Forever.
- My God, how is he your father react?
Last Friday, he spent his day trying his suit, do you realize you? - I'm sorry, Mom ...
Ms. Blairy stared at the hands of his daughter, clutching the back of a chair.
- What happened, dear? An argument? You know, lovers' quarrels are more
that your couran-needless to dramatize! Everything will work out, you'll see ...
- No! Natasha cried warmly. It is impossible. Tears flowed down her cheeks now.
- Natasha, my child! cried his mother bypassing the table to come for the young
daughter in his arms. What's happening? What does all this mean? Maybe your imagination
it darkens the situation?
- I would love that to be the case! But you see, Mrs. Porter hates me. It me
considers a rival who will take away his son, Mike, blinded by his love to him,
refuses to open his eyes. He prefers breaking because I will never accept living with her ...
- Oh, dear, this story does not like very much, Ms. lamented with a Blairy
sigh so heartbreaking that her daughter smiled through her tears. Now, now, calm down,
she added, suddenly concerned that Natasha in such a state.
Indeed, she did not know if she was laughing or if she was crying now ...
Page 20 - Listen, 'she said, you're going to rest up a bit with a nice cup of tea and two
aspirins. I undertake to prevent your father, Linda and Jack. - Mom, you're so nice ...
Ms. Blairy helped him up the stairs, and then she pulled the curtains in the room that Natasha
immediately crawled under the quilt.
- I'm sorry for all the trouble I cause you, Dad, and you ...
- Do not worry about it. Take your tea and your pills, then you will sleep a little.
Since last night with Lee Farrell, the girl was very little and slept badly. The anguish of having to entrust the terrible news to her mother had been right about her. Exhausted, she
fell asleep without even realizing it.
feet, drew the curtains and looked at the first light that adorned the horizon of a veil
pink and light.
Going down into the kitchen, she heard the clatter of cups clashed, wheezing
the kettle ... It was his father, only in pajamas and robe, her hair in disorder.
Natasha looked at him anxious eyes, but he smiled.
- Come in, come on! if he cried. And do not look so devastated air, it looks like you
committed a crime!
- I'm so sorry you create so much anxiety ... You had everything organized and ...
- Forget it. It is better to take time to engage in a doomed union to failure.
- But I wanted this marriage with all my heart ... But when Mike was so insisted that we lived with his mother, I realized that we were running to disaster.
- Undoubtedly, his father nodded. But he must have known she was so possessive
?
- He accused me of letting myself be carried away by my dreams. He even dared to say that
it was I who hated her!
Mr. Blairy carefully watched the pale face of his daughter.
- ... And to be frank, my dear, you had no reason to hate, a priori, is not right?
- But no! Instead, I was quite willing to accept it, but how can we
love someone who looks at you with such hatred? And you know, she is not possessive
only in respect Mike, if you had heard of Kenneth's wife! The poor girl all the faults of the Earth! Besides, it is not by chance that they went to live in Australia ...
- Poor Mike ... If he really does not realize anything, it should be really unhappy,
this moment ...
The girl looked at him, frowning.
- Yes, but I'm not the least ... Worst of all is that it will never accept any beautiful girl.
- Except when he meets a woman more stubborn as her mother ... I do not see Linda
abandon a marriage that she would truly desired, for example! Natasha sighed.
At the bottom of herself, Natasha thought that if that night she had acted with more common sense,
courage and determination, she would not have embarked on this path without return. Instead of listening
the voice of recklessness, she should go back to Mike, tell him exactly what she thought of
Ms. Porter, ask him the ultimatum to choose between his fiancée and her mother.
However, after that brief moment of rebellion, would she have the strength to endure
Page 21 persistent malice of this woman, the war that would inevitably have led him? How
his marriage could he survive such a hostile climate? Mr. Blairy patted the cheek of the girl:
- No, that's not your style, indeed, he said. You took the wisest decision. Later, Natasha realized that the whole family did not share this opinion. The
perspective of his sister was much less conciliatory - You should have to get rid of that woman!
if she cried angrily. That's what I would have done in any case. How can you confess
defeated so quickly, without even fight, Natty? - Do not call me Natty!
- If you loved Mike, you would not give up so quickly, Linda continued, imperturbable. This selfish dirty ...
- Linda! interjected his father. But she faced him.
- Well, have I not right? If the poor fellow only had one ounce intelligence, he would have seen for a long time what was going on under his nose, and he would have sent his
mother to hell!
- It is not so simple: she sacrificed herself for him, Natasha explained. - And she wants to make sure he will never forget! Linda punctuated dryly. It is
not crazy, she will not be alone! You see, if his son marries, she will be forced to
start a new life ...
This subject was beginning to tire the girl.
- I do not want to hear about it, I decided to forget, she said.
- You're right, dear, Mrs. Blairy slipped, it is a wise resolution. I for my part
the feeling that you got fired narrowly a bad step.
Linda would speak again when his mother reduced her to silence with a stern look.
- Enough, now! Needless to chat for hours!
Ms. Blairy not easily out of joint, as its chips they wearing more when this was happening.
The week went by too quickly to suit Natasha; return to London only smiled
hardly.
Jack accompanied her to the station. Before leaving, he looked with some anxiety.
- You are very pale, he remarked. Are you sure want to go? - Of course, she lied.
She had no choice now. - Take care of yourself ...
The girl noticed with a sinking heart that the temples of his brother already beginning to turn gray ... She remembered the brief and painful period in which it
had thought herself in love with him.
Life, emotions are like the sand that is held in the hand. From which is removed the
fingers, it irretrievably vanished to the last grain ... As she was correct away from Jack, and as she had been wrong not to flee Lee Farrell in the same way ... The
When she entered her apartment, she noticed that one had slipped a note under the
door.
She immediately recognized the handwriting of Mike ...
His first reaction was not to open the envelope, but curiosity was quickly due to its
Page 22 resistance.
He said to have called many times, coming home, to no avail. Its obligations
Professional sent him to Manchester for a quin-fortnight of days, but he would see his
back: he was keen to talk to him.
Natasha crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash. Whatever he may say, the situation
remain unchanged.
A week passed, routinely and morose. Moreover, a secret anxiety became gradually
companion of the girl. Unable to concentrate on his work, she came to lose your appetite,
then sleep Natasha was afraid of being pregnant ...
give me a few minutes of attention?
She kept smiling as she wanted to scream. What other stance to take? She dared neither to trust nor ask anyone's advice. In the office, she had no pretty close friend. She ended up buying a test. His fears were
confirmed: she was waiting a child ...
She had not considered the possibility. The pain of his broken engagement, the
shame, contempt of itself after that night spent with a stranger had so filled his
spirit she had not thought about the consequences of his folly.
After this sudden revelation, she found herself in her quiet apartment as a
trapped animal.
What would she do now? He had to face the situation; it could indefinitely shut up.
It should be resolved sooner or later to tell his parents, his boss ... The girl took her head in her hands trembling. Mr. and Mrs. Blairy granted a
great importance to morality, respectability. They would be outraged by learning such
... If the new baby was Mike, maybe they would have forgiven since young people
were to be married.
But the idea of their reaction when they announce that she knew nothing of the father,
only his name, she had never met before that fateful evening, she wanted disappear into a black hole.
She spent the whole night sitting in his chair, looking for a way out. His future
loomed as well auspices dark and she could only blame herself. No Atte-nuante circumstance, no excuse could soften his sentence. Pale, with sunken eyes, she saw the day getting up on this dreary Sunday. A noise
bottles in the street pointed his way slag. He was late.
His neighbor lit his radio: he listened to pop music all day. The shouting an argument somewhere in the building also reached him. Natasha
stopped his ears.
Lack of sleep added to his distress even louder dismay. The space of a moment she saw him walking toward the river and plunge without hesitation, without looking back More ...
that vision will not appeased; she would not escape his fate in this way, she knew.
How would she get through the coming months? The contemplation of London brought him roofs
She started violently when someone knocked at the door. She jumped up then
hesitated ...
But the blows redoubled against the door, as if she resigned herself to go and open. The heart
Natasha was torn when she came face to Mike ... Like her, he was pale, his eyes
were identified.
- Hello ... he said in an uncertain tone.
Page 23 The girl held the door instead of opening wide.
- It is useless, Mike, she replied wearily. - I want to talk to you.
- It's not worth it.
Although he announced he was giving up his mother for her, it would be useless now.
His foolish behavior had irretrievably ruined their future. - My darling ... began the young man.
Tears shone in Natasha's eyes.
When he took her in his arms, she laid her head against his shoulder, trying vainly
He gently stroked her hair and whispered her name against her ear. - Do not cry, do not cry like that, honey ... I'm sorry ... Natasha, I'm in Please ...
She managed to swallow her sobs and push him away. - The regrets are useless, Mike, it's all over ...
- I love you, 'he replied gravely. Perhaps we will require a little more time? You do not
not know my mother, if only you tried ...
Natasha tried to muster all his courage to tell him the awful truth. The price of a
huge effort, because the words refused to cross the barrier of her lips, she managed to say:
- I am pregnant.
A long silence followed.
- What did you just say? Mike inquired, suddenly the traits defeated by a deadly pallor.
- The night you broke our engagement, I went to a party, I drank too much and I spent
night with someone, she said with a stroke, as if reciting a text repeated a thousand times.
During his long hours of reflection, she decided not to coat its history useless excuses. His parents would be entitled to the same direct
Forbidden, Mike gazed with parted lips. A deep crimson flushed suddenly
his face.
- Who is it? he exploded a MECON-nizable voice. - I can not answer you.
Considering that Lee Farrell was not wearing the responsibility of their adventure, she would not
the impli-quer.
Mike suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and began to shake violently. Rabies distorted
his face.
- Who is it? Tell me! Who is it?
- I can not, 'she whispered, stunned by the brutal treatment he inflicted him.
- I want to know! How could you do such a thing? My God, how? ... - I'm sorry, I was not in my normal state ... Oh, do not look at me, I'm in Please!
- Herries! if he suddenly cried. Herries! He is is not it? He always tried to you
seduce, this is it!
- Not if she exclaimed, horrified. This is not it!
- When I will lay hands on him, I can assure you that I will undertake her pretty little
little face ...
Terrified, she ran after him.
- Oh, no, Mike! Do not tell Nigel, I beg you! Mike, please ...
He pushed the girl out of his way and slammed the door behind him. Appalled, Natasha
Page 24 remained motionless, helpless. It would turn out to Nigel, and she ... She should resign
shuddered, imagining the reaction of his boss as the rosary of accusations that Mike would surely
no bludgeon him. She could see the amusement in his eyes, the disbelief, the flood of questions
follow, eyebrow raising ... His pitiful adventure did not shock, relishing in it.
Scandals exerted on him a fascinating power ... But she had not the slightest desire to be
the object of his curiosity ...
Natasha did not dare to take refuge with his parents, afraid to inflict embarrassment too
profound.
She could not return to the office, because everyone would be aware of his
mishap. He would have to find a new apartment, a new job, a solution for
raise her baby alone, without help from anyone. Unfortunately, she did not see how there
reach ...
She dropped into a chair and remembered that night, his exaltation, that sense of freedom that had transported under the effect of c .. hampagne . The small bubble had burst,
and landing was painful ... confident, liberated, full of going, she thought dominate
situation.
Alcohol had dissipated miraculously depression due to its rupture.
Would she be strong enough to take care of her child alone? The night of his meeting with Lee
Farrell, his fate had turned a corner. The dice were thrown, and it measured poorly
the magnitude of loss. She did not know how it would come out, but she had to get out ...
CHAPTER 4
Natasha decided to regroup; it would still not sit there all day,
to soften his misfortune! She put on jeans and a blue shirt, then went out strolling
along the river. The wind lifted the small ripples on the surface of the Thames which pursued
slowly making its inexorable course, tossed some moored barges, bent trees whose
battered branches creaked occasionally. The girl frowned; the noise it remembered that the door of the cottage Lee Farrell ...
Of course! "He replied when asked if he was haunted ... It was this Remember that always haunt, now ...
When she returned to her apartment, the air had restored color to his cheeks,
volume to her hair, and the future seemed less sinister him. Climbing the stairs, she met her neighbor, an Irish nurse. They exchanged
some small talk about the time when Natasha heard someone climb the steps behind them.
She turned mechanically, and his heart stopped beating losqu'elle recognized Lee
Farrell ... She walked hurriedly toward his door and thrust his key into the lock. It
was to show off by driving the intruder to the nurse who was watching them with interest
growing. Neither did she react when he followed her inside.
The mouth suddenly dry with apprehension, she put on her big blue eyes anxious.
He considered with a wild air ... - I just had a visit! he threw. - Visit? she repeated blankly.
- No need to play the innocent, that does not mar-chera! Puzzled, Natasha was speechless for a moment.
- But what are you talking about? Finally she managed to articulate. And first, what are you doing here?
I do not want ...
- What you want is a bargain, he severely cut.
This time she looked at him with great amazement.
- I thought I was too old to let myself be fooled by a girl candid, he continued,
teeth clenched. But it is a lesson ...
Natasha had the feeling of being missed out on the essential, in this conversation. This was
as if she was trying to reconstitute a play she would have missed the first act.
- Maybe that 'he would help if you resume from the beginning ... she said slowly. That
are you doing here, Mr. Farrell?
- You do not know, of course, he quipped. It seemed hardly contain his anger.
- I have no idea, indeed.
A bad and unpleasant laugh greeted his words.
She shuddered when the gray eyes, cold as steel, scoured the top down. He
was furious in the morning where they had parted, but not with this hateful resentment which she
not understand the cause.
He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets.
- All right, if you like fun, well let's have fun! You claim not know what I mean, but you know as well as I do, is not it? The irritation was beginning to win.
- If it is you who say it, she muttered.
Page 26 - What? he exploded in approaching her, the body laid by an
indescribable rage.
She looked up at him his face drawn features, once more pale.
Mr. Farrell.
Natasha wondered if she could stand long. Merely watching
filled him with great weakness. The man's voice had lost its warmth, softness but
it evoked in her the painful memory of that fateful night. - I received a called Porter, he declared finally.
- Oh ... is she exclaimed, appalled by impli cation of this revelation. Mike How had he found? Nigel, of course ... Nigel had told him ... How there had not she thought of it before? No doubt she was too
preoccupied to imagine the reaction of his boss speech of his fiancé.
- I see that we are beginning to understand us, he remarked. Natasha blushed suddenly he knew, the baby ... At the height of embarrassment, she
would rather go underground instead of meeting his gaze. She turned away and walked
in the room as if to escape the grip of these ice eyes.
- I was asleep when your fiancé rang. I come from the United States, and I tried to
recover some, it is a tiring journey.
Mike How could he do that? if she asked miserably. Her delicate usual ...
- When I was able to emerge from sleep, he continued, I went down and I
opened the door.
An individual then broke into me like a cannonball. I was not very woke up and before I had time to react ground, he killed me a good punch.
She suddenly dropped into the nearby chair and took her face in his burning
hands. The voice of his visitor, who continued his story, the froze like a winter wind.
- He then overwhelmed me a rosary of insults without bothering to show up or
even to explain what he was doing at home. I was mad, a prey to delirium
any ...
- I'm sorry, Natasha whispered.
- I do not doubt he retorted tit for tat.
- I had not told her anything, she clarified, looking up. Tears shone in her eyes.
- You really think I'm an idiot! - Not at all!
- Ah ... maybe he has learned my existence in a crystal ball? - No, but Nigel was informed ...
The long silky hair of the girl swept her shoulders to her every movements.
- Nigel? he repeated, frowning. He who accompanied you to the party? The fool in the sports car?
She just nodded.
Lee Farrell began nervously pacing the room back and forth along. She was not looking,
but she guessed that the struggle going on within him: uncertainties, doubts, anger attempting
Always check ...
- Look, I do not know how he found out, but he would not have tried to blackmail me if ...
- Get sing? Does the cut, abasour-die.
He stopped before her and squinted while staring at her. - Yes, a very nasty expression, is not it?
Page 27 he quipped with an ominous smile. And a good project also low.
- What do you mean by that? she asked in a flat voice. What are you currently
tell me?
- This is not true! You keep playing the innocent? It is you who have sent
