The sun streamed through the blinds, announcing the start of a new day.

I moved slowly, stretching as I began to wake up.

I opened my eyes, familiarizing myself with the surroundings, and all I could see was a room unfamiliar to me.

In a matter of seconds, I sat up in bed, noticing that I wasn't wearing any clothes. I covered my nakedness with the sheet next to me.

I looked around me, paying attention to that unfamiliar room, but apparently very expensive.

How the hell did I end up in this place?

I remember going to my boyfriend's house last night, only to see him having sex with my damn best friend. Then, I went to a bar and there, I met a mysterious and attractive man who was in the VIP area.

I'm sure we danced a little and then, everything went black.

Now I'm here, in who knows whose room, completely naked.

I can hear the bathroom door opening, revealing the same man from the night before.

He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair was wet, and water droplets ran down his muscular and tattooed body.

I swallowed hard, observing his body, not even bothering to look at his face.

"Do you see something you like?" I heard him say to me, with that hoarse, thick voice because he had just woken up, his English wasn't really bad, and I could notice a powerful Russian accent in his speech.

My eyes rested on his; black as the dark moonless night.

Penetrating like those of a beast watching its prey before attacking.

I took a deep breath, I needed to be brave and get out of that place as soon as possible. I don't know what happened last night but, seeing his body full of scars, hickeys and marks and bites, something tells me that we certainly didn't talk about life.

"L-Listen, I don't know who you are but I want you to know that if we had sex, it didn't mean anything and I have to go now." I tried to sound firm, but the tremor in my voice betrayed me.

I saw that stoic face darken even more, emanating an aura of absolute danger.

I don't know how, or when, but he approached very quickly; staying inches from my face.

"It didn't mean anything?" He repeated in an icy voice. "You don't know who I am?" He insisted in the same way, while his eyes were fixed on mine.

One of his hands rested on my chin, holding me tightly, making me gasp in surprise and pain.

"Don't you recognize your own husband?" He inquired, leaving me stunned.

"Husband? What are you talking about? I'm not married." I defended myself, breaking free from his grip.

He smiled in the most cynical way possible and pointed to my ring finger.

"That says otherwise, Milashka."

I followed his finger to the place he was pointing, only to find a diamond ring on my hand.

What the hell had happened last night?

Yesterday was October tenth, the day my partner and I, Paul Green, celebrated five years of being together.

We had organized a date but, unfortunately, he had to work late on our special day.

I didn't let that discourage me, I put on a sexy red dress and underneath, lace lingerie of the same color.

I went to his apartment intending to wait for him and give him a surprise. When I arrived, I used my set of keys to enter but, upon entering the place, the first thing I saw were white heels on the floor.

That was the first alert, because my boyfriend lived alone.

I began to feel my heart rate increasing and the feeling of pressure and discomfort in my stomach.

Was there a woman here?

I walked slowly, not wanting Paul to hear me.

My eyes went to the dining room and, on it, there were dirty dishes, extinguished candles and two empty glasses. One of them with lipstick around it.

I started walking towards Paul's room, noticing that there were pieces of clothing scattered on the floor.

Arriving at the room, I leaned against the closed door, trying to hear what was happening inside.

"God, ride me, babe..."

My heart broke and I could feel my tears falling down my cheeks, that was my boyfriend, my Paul.

He received no response but, quickly I began to hear a woman's moans.

"Nobody does it like me, right~?"

I took my phone and turned on the camera, I entered the room and that's when my world crumbled in a matter of seconds.

There he was, lying in bed completely naked, while a woman was riding him.

But not just any woman, it was my damn best friend; Kate.

They didn't even notice me, they just kept fucking each other.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed, while crying inconsolably.

In a matter of seconds, Paul threw Kate to the ground, trying to cover himself.

"Lauren, babe..." He stood up, trying to reach me. "It's not what you think, my love, I swear."

The simple fact that he denies something that I just saw with my own eyes, only hurts me even more.

Without saying anything, I slapped him, leaving him stunned.

My eyes fell on Kate, who had just put on her thong.

"Lauren, I..." She began, but I didn't let her finish, I punched her in the nose, knocking her to the ground, making her let out a scream of pain. "How could you?! You were my best friend!" I spoke with the greatest pain in the world.

"LAUREN!" Paul shouted, running to Kate's side, to protect her. "I made a mistake, okay?" He hugged Kate. "But you don't need to hit her! If you're going to take it out on someone, do it with me!" He insisted and I lost it, it caused me so much hate to see him protecting that bitch who pretended to look weak, because in her eyes you could see the malice behind that pathetic deadbeat face.

I let out a bitter laugh.

"You know what, Paul? You're right." Without giving him the opportunity to react, I kicked him in the genitals, in a matter of seconds he collapsed to the ground, holding his crotch while tears fell down his face due to the pain.

Kate gasped in surprise and knelt beside him, trying to help him but it was impossible.

I watched them with contempt and disgust.

"You two are so made for each other, a man without balls and a cheap whore. Congratulations on such an unpleasant union." It was the last thing I said before leaving the place, I could hear Paul shouting my name, trying to reach me but I didn't stop.

I got in my car and started driving aimlessly, I needed to be alone to think.

I drove for who knows how long and, finally I stopped at a new nightclub in the city center. I had heard many good reviews regarding this new place.

I touched up my makeup and fixed my hair, entering the place.

I sat at the bar and started drinking.

The place was beautiful, very elegant and ideal to disconnect from the outside world.

The dancers were beautiful and, the guards very sexy.

The more I drank, the more the alcohol affected me.

I looked at my phone and I had around five hundred messages from Paul.

I didn't even read them, I just kept scrolling down without paying attention.

They all said things like:

"It was a mistake, I didn't mean to do it"

"Forgive me, Lauren"

"I only love you"

I also had messages from Kate but, I didn't even read them.

I finished my drink and stood up, heading to the dance floor; starting to dance.

While I was dancing to the rhythm of the music, I could only remember the scene of Paul having sex with Kate, I could feel my eyes burning again, the tears threatened to sprout from them but, I stopped them.

I continued to move my hips to the rhythm of the music and, I could feel some penetrating eyes fixed behind me.

I thought it was Paul, who had come to look for me but, when I turned around, I could see a man in a corner in the VIP sector.

His black hair neatly combed back, tattooed hands and neck; I couldn't see him clearly since the dim light didn't allow it but, I could notice that he was watching me very attentively while drinking a glass of whiskey.

While I was with Paul, I never saw myself in the need to see other men; because I was not interested in anyone other than him. However, after having seen him being unfaithful to me, I really don't care anymore.

I made eye contact with that mysterious man and smiled mischievously as I continued dancing. I danced alone, but my eyes were on him.

And I'm very sure he liked what he saw, as he settled into his seat, leaning on his knees to see me better.

I smiled victoriously, there is nothing more pleasant than attracting the attention of an attractive man.

It wasn't long before that mysterious man made his move, one of the waiters approached me, offering me a drink.

"Mr. Kutnezcov, sends you this drink." He said as he handed me the order, my eyes fell on that mysterious man, I gave him a flirty smile and raised that glass as a sign of gratitude; he simply nodded, pointing to the place next to him.

I gladly agreed, approached him and took a seat next to him.

After that, everything went black. And I woke up in the bed of that stranger the next day.

I couldn't remember anything after having that drink.

But, considering I'm in a stranger's house, completely naked, with bite marks and hickeys all over my body, something tells me we certainly didn't talk about life.

And, above all, this damn ring.

I wanted to forget Paul, but I only got myself into a bigger problem.

How could I have been so reckless?

That man crossed his arms, watching me carefully, as if he were silently studying me.

"Do you remember?" He questioned, every time this man opens his mouth and that raspy voice comes out, it causes a tremor throughout my body, I don't know if it's out of fear or some other reason.

I nodded quickly.

"A little..." Was all I said and he hummed.

"A little is more than enough." He replied with his eyes fixed on me.

"I need my clothes..." I murmured without daring to look him in the eyes, while hiding my nakedness. "You don't need to hide from me, Milashka." His tone, although firm, had a slight hint of softness.

I frowned.

"My name is Lauren, stop calling me 'Milashka'." I blurted out in a whiny tone, he approached the bed, sitting next to me. "I know exactly what my wife's name is. 'Milashka' is an affectionate nickname that is used in Russia, now you are my wife and damn me if I address you in a non-affectionate way." He verbalized it with such seriousness that it scared me.

Does this man practice everything he's going to say?

I frowned at his words.

I was annoyed and it showed.

"Stop pouting, Milashka, unless you want me to take you here and now." My eyes quickly landed on his and I knew instantly that he wasn't kidding.

I awkwardly played with my hands and then spoke.

"I said I need my clothes." I insisted again, the plea in my voice was so clear that even he noticed.

He sighed and stood up, walking towards a closet that was in the next room. Although he didn't ask me to, I followed him, covered my body with the sheet and walked behind him.

He opened both doors, revealing a huge closet full of expensive clothes, designer bags and shoes of all kinds, without a doubt, it was heaven for a woman.

I was mesmerized by that place, had I died and was now in fashion paradise?

"You're drooling, Milashka." His voice brought me back to reality and, indeed, I was drooling.

"I-I'm sorry..." I wiped the corners of my mouth. "Seeing this is... Wow..." I exclaimed, admiring the place. "This room alone is bigger than my entire apartment." I snorted and my eyes sought his. "Is all this for your wife, sir?" I inquired, since any woman who is with this guy and has the opportunity to own all this, would definitely be God's favorite.

He remained silent, observing me, then nodded.

"Yes, all this is my wife's." He took a few steps towards me, shortening the distance between us, took a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. "All this is yours, Milashka."

I looked at him in disbelief and, reflexively, stepped back.

"Listen, I understand that we had sex but, I'm not your wife." I tried to take the ring off my ring finger but he quickly grabbed my wrist, looking at me very annoyed. "Never..." His other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. "Listen to me carefully, Lauren Rossi, never take off this ring. You are my wife, whether you like it or not, Milashka." He declared and that made me angry.

"Don't you understand?! Last night I was drunk, I wanted to get revenge on my cheating boyfriend and nothing more! Why the hell would I want to marry a stranger?!" I shouted with irritation, but every word I said was true.

His jaw clenched, as did his grip on me, causing me pain.

"That's not what you said last night, Milashka." He brought his face closer to mine, his mouth hovering over mine. "Last night, you begged me to make you mine, you wanted me to claim every part of you. And so I did..." He whispered, brushing his lips against mine, while our breaths mingled into one.

The sexual tension emanating from this man caused my knees to tremble, and made me want to simply shorten the distance, claiming my mouth as his. But, even so, I tried to stand firm.

"T-That... I was drunk..." I murmured, with my eyes fixed on his mouth and I could see a smile threatening to form on his face. "Being drunk didn't stop you from proposing to me, Milashka." He revealed, while capturing my lower lip with his teeth, beginning to nibble on them, forcing me to release a gasp against his mouth.

He released my lower lip, but didn't step back.

"Yes, there they are, those are the delicious sounds you made all night, Milashka. Sounds you made thanks to me."

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, although I knew it was impossible. The wetness between my legs was proof that this was a losing battle.

It certainly didn't help being wrapped in a damn sheet with nothing underneath.

My eyes scanned his naked torso, only to see his erect member under that towel, which left little to the imagination.

Just looking at that made my mouth water at such an image.

I wanted to simply kneel before him, take his thing to my mouth and... But, no, I had to stand firm.

"I-I could never have proposed to you." I spoke with my voice broken by desire, he simply smiled. "Oh, but you did..." His thumb caressed my cheek. "And I said yes." He affirmed. "That's why you wear that ring, Milashka, that's why you're here today, with me."

I bit my lower lip, trying to make him understand.

"We can't be married overnight, that's not how it works!" I insisted. "Yes, you can when you have many connections, like me." He verbalized with certainty.

"I don't even know your name." I declared with frustration. "I'm Alexei Kutnezcov, your husband." He assured with seriousness. "I don't know you." I insisted. "You can get to know me while we're married." He commented without giving it importance.

"W-Well..." I thought for a moment. "You're old!" I pointed out with obviousness that he was older than me.

He simply shrugged, while crossing his arms.

"Just thirty-eight years old, Milashka." He confirmed, not caring that he was literally eighteen years older than me.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you crazy?! I'm twenty-two years old!" I exclaimed astonished and he simply smiled. "I'm a lucky guy, don't you think, bunny?"

My God, talking to this man is like talking to a wall.

"I just ended a relationship." I reminded him, but he simply rolled his eyes. "I don't care who you dated, Milashka, all I care about is that you are mine now." He assured with seriousness.

I sighed with frustration at how stubborn he was.

"You don't know me at all!" It was then that I saw it, the glint in those black eyes. "That's where you're wrong, Milashka..." He came closer to me again. "I know EVERYTHING about you."