Naty Daybs - Muse for the artist

– Yes.

– Well. Too late. We should have a little dinner and rest.

– Good. I guess I’ll just have some tea.

«But I’ll add a little low-calorie dessert to your tea, if you don’t mind. And… we can watch a movie.

«Not a bad idea, in my opinion. Although I understood that Mikhail was looking for an excuse to be closer to me, this did not give me much discomfort. Rather the opposite. It was easy and calm with him. As if we knew each other for a long time. Mikhail tactfully kept his distance. Perhaps he himself was afraid or simply did not want a new relationship. And his light flirtation is just a manifestation of a man’s nature.

It got dark outside. The guards and the servants went to bed, and we went to the home theater and chose a light comedy. I even completely forgot about the fact that I promised to call Rita and my parents and report that everything is fine with me. We agreed with not that we will call each other every day for the sake of her and my peace of mind. But this evening I just sent her an SMS and promised to call in the morning. And with my parents, I just called up every evening. But I didn’t want to worry them yet. They are unlikely to approve of such a strange impulsive act. I told them that everything was as usual with me, and from Rita I took an oath promise to be silent.

…

Do you like me, Yana? – Mikhail asked in confusion as I stared thoughtfully at the end credits.

– Yes of course. Thank you, I really haven’t rested like that for a long time. I just thought about the pictures. I don’t know if I want unknown people to look at me, discuss…

Don’t worry, I just thought you might want to sell the paintings. This is a lot of money. Life is long and if you don’t need them today, then no one knows what will happen tomorrow. Unfortunately, fate sometimes drives you into a dead end. That’s what Rita did, right?

– I’ll think about it. Probably you are right. You are a great painter and your talent should not be wasted.

– As well as your beauty.

– You confuse me. Perhaps I should go to bed.

– As you say. Good night, Yana.

– And you.

I went to my room, took a shower and sent a friend an invitation to visit for the weekend.

– Call me! Well, please! – such a pleading message from a friend left me no choice and I still dialed her number.

I couldn’t postpone the conversation until the morning.

– Good evening, Rit. So, will you come?

– I would love to, but I have to work hard.

– No longer. I solved your learning problem.

– You slept with him???? – A friend of surprise screamed into the phone.

– Not.

– Did you promise to sleep?

– Not

– Then where does the money come from? Stole it?

– Not. You are crazy? You will come and find out everything.

– Then wait for me on Saturday at lunchtime. And yet, friend, inject! What have you got with him?

– Nothing. We just hit it off. You know. people sometimes have mutual understanding no.

– Well, yes, of course… Listen, how will I get there? Does the bus go there? Or should I call a taxi?

– You will be picked up by Misha’s driver, with whom you were leaving that time.

– AAA, cool! Thanks, friend! You are my gold!

– You too. I am having a great rest here. Michael doesn’t even bother. And in general, he is very tactful.

– Maybe impotent?

– What difference does it make to me, Rit. Now I don’t think about a new relationship at all. just resting here and that’s it. And further. One picture is already ready. Misha is an amazing artist!

– And how did he draw you?

– I just drew and that’s it. I sat on the couch and looked out the window.

– Is that all? so simple?

– Yes. And that suits me perfectly. Although it is not so easy to sit in the same position for two hours.

– This is clear. What were you wearing?

– In a regular T-shirt and jeans.

– Seriously? Do they paint in this?

– Yes.

– I just thought he would ask you to undress, well, like in one movie, I don’t remember the name.

– No, nothing like that. And I am very glad. You know, that’s what I was afraid of. But nothing happened.

– I’m happy for you. Forgot your freak?

– Not yet.

– Damn it!

– No need to say. Listen, I really want to sleep. Let’s call each other tomorrow. Good night to you.

– And you.

I fell asleep very pleased with myself. Especially because she was able to help her friend. I slept very well that night, much better than at home. Here I did not remember my ex-prince, but simply relaxed.

The next morning I received a text message from my ex. «We need to meet and talk»

«No need» – I replied with a message.

– Can you explain?

– Not.

Within a minute, he called me. He hasn’t called me since the day he took his last things.

– Hello. What are you doing?

– Time eight in the morning, Maxim, I just woke up.

– Aren’t you at work?

«I’m on vacation, Max.

– You wanted to go on vacation later?

– I took it at my own expense. And anyway, what do you care where I am?

– Just. I decided to ask how you are doing. Can’t you?

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