It was raining heavily outside already, the wind darkened my hair and scattered my skirt in all directions, and my dress in this chaotic weather, looked like from a fairy tale, from a mystical and mysterious fairy tale. I took my umbrella. And went straight away to the black Mercedes car, but soon I felt as my hand was grabbed by a strong, masculine arm and turned me straight to him. He was all wet and his gaze was begging. His hairs were a mess from the wind, but I liked that mess, it made him hot, and rain made him hot, everything around him was hot.-“Matheia Snow. How long can you torture and punish me? He was using my full name when he was angry or when he was excited…But now he looked tired.
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