Текст книги "Vera the Mistress"

Автор книги: Валентина Басан

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Chapter 1

Vera enjoyed the joyride racing her brand-new car. Red Lexus from the Car Dealers as promised, happy and elated, she sang along to the radio while her rather fast driving. The radio played a song performed by Loboda¹”To hell with love". The phone pinged. Vera left it on the next seat without attention, since a brand-new car is not supposed to be scratched at least in the first month. Oleg, as promised, presented her with a long-awaited New Year gift having organized the excursion for Vera to the car sales salon for a vehicle.

Right at the moment he was in Thailand with his family, he had a daughter under a year old, and his wife was determined to visit the countries with warm or even hot climate conditions.

Verochka didn't like Thai very much, it was too hot, too authentic, and there were too many animals. Despite all her dislike towards Asia, she often flew there with friends or with Oleg, and by the way, with him she had a great vacation. He had his own Villa in Phuket and the silent servants were equally happy to see either his wife or mistress.

But Vera preferred to travel to Europe, she liked Italy, Spain, Montenegro. Now she would like to go to Courchevel, or Courch as she liked to casually call it, winter mountain air, snow, skiing, lifts, lots of acquaintances, mulled wine in the evenings and making love on the floor by the fireplace.

Well, it doesn't matter, tonight Oleg arrives in Moscow, and at midnight he is seeing me, telling tales to his wife about important and complicated business affairs. We will be together for a couple of days, then I will persuade him to go somewhere on skis, maybe to the Alps, – Vera went on dreaming, – and maybe he will soon leave his wife and …

Vera was deeply in her thoughts at the traffic light and did not notice the light going green. A siren wailed from behind as a black jeep honked like a war elephant blaring with its trunk. The impatient ones went around Vera’s car some of them poked their middle finger through the car window. At the next traffic light, the jeep overtook her and cut off her trajectory, then apparently determining to punish her for the ten seconds time loss because of Vera’s traffic light dreaming, curtly pulled up in front of her. The girl’s foot instantly pushed the brake and the seat belt bit into her ample round chest. The pain spread over her breasts, even though the operation was a few weeks ago, but still, her bosom was still heaving, and the scars were a little sore and itchy.

– This is Moscow, baby! – she muttered and turned into her private drive.

When she parked, she picked up her phone and looked at the display there was a text from Oleg.

"Honey, I'm not going to Moscow in the following two weeks. Having a great sunbathe here. Don't be bored. If you need money, contact Igor, he is going to transfer some dinero² in any case."

The good mood was immediately spoiled. Slamming the door of the Lexus with such a force that the pigeons were scared and flew away from the chestnut tree nearby, Vera came in the entrance and pushed the button of the elevator. The button didn't light up.

Tamara, her elderly neighbor, was wearily descending the stairs.

– Verochka³, good afternoon. The elevator doesn't work. This is the third time I've been down going shopping. Sclerosis.

– Good afternoon, Tamara, I see, let me help you. What do you need to buy in the store?

⁃Oh, don't worry about it. I'll go to Lyuba on the first floor. She's waiting for me. God grant you a good bridegroom. Thank you, dear.

Tamara always used to wish Vera a good bridegroom, the girl laughed cheerfully, thanked the old lady, and hurried away on her business.

But today's mentioning about a bridegroom was particularly painful to hear.

Without any answering, she quickly ran up the stairs wearing high heels. On the second floor her eyes went wet and having reached the fifth floor she opened the door and entered the apartment, the tears were pouring down her make-up face. Apparently, that was the last straw. First there were bad words and rudeness of drivers at the traffic light, then Oleg, the elevator and finally the groom wishing neighbor. Vera took off her high-heeled boots and went straight to the kitchen for an open bottle of wine from the refrigerator without putting off her exclusively sewn coat. Having taken a big gulp of curing white wine, Vera leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes.

Chapter 2

Vera Klimova was born in a modest and simple family of factory workers. Parents, having saved money and sold their country house on the riverbank, paid for their daughter to move and study in Moscow. They believed in their excellent student, in her thirst for knowledge and talent for the visual arts. The Director of the school where Vera studied, made patronage to one of the Moscow Universities of design and architecture, and also helped with the student's hostel. The Klimov's were crying, but they were taking their daughter to Moscow. On the one hand, they desperately missed their only child, and on the other, in a small town where the only place of work, a factory that breathes incense, is not a place for the smart and talented Vera, the winner of all competitions and Olympiads in drawing, graphics, and design. Another additional incentive to send their daughter to the capital was DimaTverdokhleb, her boyfriend from a family of hereditary alcoholics. Now Dimka worked at the factory and sipped on weekends, so for Vera's parents, Dmitry's future without education and career growth was transparent and clear as rock crystal. They didn't want to see Vera in a washed-out dressing gown, with their hungry children and a drunken husband.

After graduating from high school with ease and distinction, Vera easily found a job in a company that produces designer furniture and decor. The second client who ordered an interior solution for his country house was Oleg.

Tall, statuesque, in an expensive suit and shoes, where you can see your own reflection, Oleg Bryantsev won and fascinated a young twenty-three-year-old girl at first sight. Against the background of DimaTverdokhleb with a chocolate bar and field daisies plucked under the plant, Oleg did not seem, he was for Vera in the modest role of a deity.

She stayed with him right after the first date. Verochka had neither the strength nor the desire to say no.

And now the order was ready, furniture and decor for a country house on Novorizhskoe highway were designed, manufactured and delivered on time. Vera understood that she might not see Oleg again and was afraid of the last conversation.

The conversation did take place, but not the one she had expected.

"Cat, I'm married. I like you very much, I'm crazy about you, but I won't leave my wife, " Bryantsev took a sip of water and called the waiter.

It was late autumn and it was drizzling outside, but Verena's jacket was wet with cold sweat, and she felt as if there was a puddle on the seat of her chair under her, and she even stood up to check if it was melting like a snowman by the fireplace.

The waiter came over and helped her to sit down, thinking that she had just arrived, while her lover as if nothing had happened, looked at the menu.

"I'll have Caesar and duck in cranberry sauce." Cat, what do you want? Oleg asked solicitously.

Vera shook her head, nausea rising in her throat:

"I'll have some water and lemon, please."

When the waiter left, Oleg continued calmly.

"Don't worry, cat. I really want to date you. Honestly. I want to spend time with you. I rented you an apartment in the Garden boulevard, in the center. I'm more comfortable there, near my office. And you have a job nearby. Here are the keys and the address. Igor will send you money on the card so that you move, everything is as it should be, I will come when you will move to your new place to celebrate. If anything happens, call Igor, he will help you order movers or whatever you need. I'll be gone for a few days, flying away on business. Don't be bored. Take care of your new home. Bye. Stay here and feel free to order something else. Tell them to add your order on my name”.

Such a handsome and statuesque as on the first day of the meeting. He goes to the exit, talks by the phone, the driver hurries to open the door of an executive class car. Vera followed Oleg with her eyes until his car disappeared into the traffic. The waiter interrupted her thoughts:

"Anything else?" Do you want the menu?

Vera curled her icy fingers into fists under the table.

"Yes, red wine, please." Bottle.

– just a moment. It will be served.

Two years have passed since then. And now Vera was also clutching a bottle of dry red vine in her kitchen with icy fingers. She was still in her memories.

Chapter 3

Vera moved to a new apartment on Sadovoye, which was rented by Oleg, as they say, without noise and dust. She didn't need any help from the movers, just called a taxi and went down to the first floor with two suitcases on wheels.

– Which airport are we going to? – the taxi driver took the phone to turn on the navigator.

– Tsvetnoy Boulevard, please, further I will show, – the girl closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the passenger seat.

Moving from one rented apartment to another is a good thing, but sad. On the one hand, you change the environment, streets, shops, make new neighbors and acquaintances, explore nearby attractions. On the other hand, you feel like an eternal wanderer, who moves from one guest to another with the feeling that it is still not home, not home.

Parents, when they heard the news of the move on the phone, were as happy as children. Mom, judging by the sobs, was crying with joy, and dad kept repeating what a good girl his daughter was. Saying that she had received a promotion at work, Vera reassured her parents that she would not have to pay more for housing, saying that this is a corporate apartment and she will live here, for the time being, she sighed while she holds this position. Verochka immediately transferred to her parents' card forty thousand rubles, which she had to pay for a month to the owner of the previous home and told them to buy a new washing machine, and the old one almost did not twist anything.

Vera very quickly put her things in the closet, put her shoes in the hall, and took her cosmetics to the bathroom. A couple of favorite books were already on the shelf by the sofa.

The window view looked out on the park, and it must be beautiful in spring, she thought as she wrapped her warm housecoat around her. The rain beat at the windows with anger and fury and the wind tore off the last, most persistent yellow-brown leaves.

Vera dialed Oleg in the late afternoon.

– Olezhek, hi. My love, I moved. Yes, the apartment is beautiful. I liked the view very much. Yes, good. What time? Of course, I'll wait.

Oleg arrived exactly an hour later than promised. Vera went mad with joy and happiness. She laughed and kissed such dear and beloved lips, eyes, hands, inhaled the smell of his skin and hair, admired his profile. Even when he left the room, closing the door, Vera had a little ache in the back of her head and somewhere in the area of her heart, but she quickly drove the pain and fear deep beyond the limits of her boundless love.

She now understood why he often left the room when he saw an incoming call. Previously, she thought that he was talking about business issues and just did not want Vera to hear about money or partners, but now she understood who he was talking to, talking, and will talk to. He probably calms her down, tells her that there is a traffic jam, that there are a lot of papers to read and sign at work, that you need to meet a partner who has flown in from a different time zone.

– Cat, why are you so sad?

Vera sat there thinking, fighting the pain and fear that had crept up her throat again like two huge snakes, and she didn't notice him come back into the room.

"It's all right. Oh, how did you fly? How was your trip?

– You know, great, held two meetings, signed one pre-contract for the opening of a representative office in Milan, and even managed to go shopping.

Oleg set the glass on a low glass table and opened a leather travel bag.

– Kitty, I'm coming to you straight from the airport, so after 40-45 minutes I'm leaving. I must show myself at home. So I won't stay with you, but tomorrow, I think I will. But I'll check the time. This is a gift for you from Milan.

Vera held in the palm of her hand the most recognizable box of the most recognizable turquoise-azure color in the world. With trembling hands, the girl opened the package, light splashed into her eyes. Vera picked up the chain on which hung a diamond pendant in the form of a heart and sparkled as if it was a real star in the frame. She put on the necklace and stroked the heart with her hand as if trying to warm a cold, lifeless stone.

"Like it?"

"Of course, my love! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!

Vera threw herself on the neck of Oleg, who did not even have time to close and put the bag back on the floor.

Two of the snakes raised their heads and hissed, pulling out their hideous stings. The bag contained the exact same box, the same size, and the exact same brand of the most recognizable color in the world. She was willing to bet that the box contained the exact same diamond heart that glittered on the body with the fire of a star.

Oleg calmly closed the bag, put it on the floor, and drew his mistress to him.

Chapter 4

It had been a long time since Vera had seen the second Tiffany gift wrap in his bag.

She decided to teach her lover to be more attentive and did not pick up the phone for several days. But it turned out that she tortured herself, sobbed and washed down the pain with wine. On the third day, Oleg rang the doorbell and picked up the emaciated, half-fainting, and drunk Verusha in his arms. She was barely breathing, and the pulse in her neck was visible next to the blue vein through the tissue paper of her skin. On the white face, there was no blood, Oleg grabbed his mistress in his arms and called the doctor.

– Oleg, who is this?

A friend and part-time family doctor had been looking at his classmate's scared face.

– Today, this is a friend, mmm, a good friend of mine, – Oleg paused, he did not know what else to say. This was the first time he had been in this situation. Wincing at the unnecessary difficulties and problems, the man feverishly thought about how to get rid of these painful relationships, which have acquired a completely different turn from what he expected.

The previous Larisa, he called her Lala, lived with him for three years, happy and in love, she parted with Oleg easily and simply in one day, as they met. Lala was a tall, slender brunette with a sense of humor and a great mind. She understood that she could use Oleg's connections to the maximum, so giving him her body and variety in bed, Lala at the same time received a credit line for her own nail salon without collateral and at a minimum interest rate. He still wished her a happy birthday for old times ' sake, and she jokingly sent him photos of her bare breast. Deeply in his heart, Oleg missed Lala and her cheerful disposition, but then when he met Verochka, he completely forgot about the chatterbox and the giggler. Verusha was an elegant, thin, fragile girl. Those who did not know her origin and simple roots took her for a lady of high society, a girl of blue blood.

Oleg at first was so carried away that he moved her to the apartment that he rented for Lala. But fainting, starvation, and unconsciousness were not part of his plan.

"Man, I don't want to spoil your mood, but your friend is pregnant.

Oleg's temples throbbed.

"Tolik, what do you mean?"!

"What are you doing, little one?" You don't know how to get pregnant. The egg matures with sexual…

"Come on! Are you kidding me?

– No, you're kidding! You bring me an unconscious girl with signs of alcohol poisoning, starvation, dehydration, and a nine-week period and yell at me. My shift ended three hours ago, at exactly 21: 00. Can I go home, and the nurse will write a referral for tests and registration?

– Stop! Roofing! What are you doing? What is the account?! Sorry! Sorry, friend, – Oleg from excitement began to stutter and drawl words, – I can't register it, Ara will find out, I'm finished, Arina and I are finished.

The doctor took off his robe and sat on the leather sofa in the office. He rubbed his tired eyes for a long time, then sighed and asked:

– Oleg, what do you want from me?

The lover hesitated only for a moment, then said quickly:

"Give her the pill." The term is small. It's okay, she won't notice. I can't. I don't even like her. So, a young fresh body. A good woman, especially after Lyalka married, – Oleg sighed, thinking about something of his own.

– So, good-bye, Oleg.

– Stop, Tolya, please! Help me, save me. For me and Ara.

Anatoly weighed it for a few seconds, then said wearily.

"Don't involve me in crime. I will not spare anyone from anything. Tell her. She will decide what to do. This is her body and her life.

– Tolya, and if she wants to give birth? That's from me. Ara will not forgive me, she barely forgave me Larysa, a man grabbed the hands of the doctor, in the eyes natural tears.

– My friend, now she is under a drip with vitamins and saline, I leave her here at night, I need to saturate the body with liquid and trace elements and wash the alcohol. Talk to her. If you want, convince her that you don't need a child, especially since Ara is infertile. Talk and decide together. What happens between you is your own business. This does not concern me if it does not pose a threat to life or physical discomfort.

Oleg entered the room, wiping his sweaty palms on his suit. At the creak of the door opening, the girl opened her eyes and tried to smile faintly.

– Olezhek, hi, my love…

"Hush, cat, hush. Don't worry, it's fine. You're with me, you're safe. Everything will be fine.

– I love you darling – She held out her little white hand to the man.

– And I you, cat, listen, here me your doctor, Anatoly Ivanovich said, that you are pregnant…

"I – I wanted to tell you, but later, later," she said, her eyes filled with the bitter tears of a hurt girl.

"Cat, you have to do an abortion. No objection. You and I have just started our relationship. You've moved into a nice place, you've got a career, you're not even twenty-five. Besides, I don't need children. I'm dating you to love you, and you're giving me these tricks.

Vera lay there, silently swallowing her tears. She crumpled the sheet that covered her with icy hands.

– Cat, if you want to continue to see me, love, and be with me about any child can not be a question, – the last words Oleg spat out with such anger in the face of his mistress that she stopped crying, and just nodded.

In the morning, Vera went to Anatoly Ivanovich and asked for a referral to a gynecologist to sign up for an abortion.

"Vera, are you sure?" Are you sure you've weighed everything? the doctor asked the question softly, but it hurt her ears.

"Doctor, yes, thank you," the girl murmured uncertainly.

– Vera, you are young, strong, the fact that you drank wine and weakened will not affect the child in any way. If you are worried about it. A child is formed by many factors, the main of which is heredity and the absence of genetic diseases, and not a glass of wine at an early stage.

"No, Anatoly Ivanovich, that's not why I'm here. Oleg just said that he would leave me…

"Do you want a baby?"

– I love and want Oleg, if he leaves me, I have no reason to live.

The doctor gave her a long, searching look.

– It is your body, your life, and your decision to make. If that's what you want, I can't stop you.

She breathed a sigh of relief and even smiled.

– Thank you, Anatoly Ivanovich, Yes. I'll have an abortion at your clinic. Where do I go now to get tested and sign up?

Oleg was so happy about the abortion that he decided not to leave Verochka yet. He treated her with care and attention, and when she recovered, he took her on a two-week trip to Europe. They skied, drank mulled wine, and made love in front of the fireplace, where the wood crackled. The girl was so in love that she never thought about those terrible days before the hospital and after.

The relationship more or less took a stable character, she saw Oleg almost every day during the break, they had lunch, sometimes managed to stop in her flat, sometimes just chatted in the restaurant. A couple of times a week he stayed overnight and these were the happiest days and nights in the whole world.

Vera looked at the sleeping lover with tenderness and reverence, she stroked his hands and hair, hugged him, smelled his skin. Trying not to look at the wedding ring on her right hand, she looked at her hand, at her empty ring finger, and dreamed, dreamed, dreamed…

– Hello, Vera. Hello, can you hear me?

Vera paused with the phone at the kitchen window. She knew that voice; she would have recognized it from hundreds, from thousands of voices. She had heard that voice from his phone for almost nine months, when she made him coffee, when she vacationed with him abroad, when she lay in bed with him, and each time two snakes somewhere deep inside raised their heads and hissed furiously.

There was no point in hanging up; Vera knew it was Her.

– Yes. Hello, I can hear you.

– This is Arina, Oleg's wife. Can I meet you and talk to you?