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Next, Yasha naturally started talking about her quitting her job. Since he was very annoyed by her late appearances.

No, he didn't have to do the dishes or anything, he just wanted her home always, or almost always.

And one night he brought it up.

"Sunshine, my girl, I wanted to talk to you," he began.

"Yes, Yasha," Nastya always took any of his suggestions calmly, as he never disadvantaged her in any way.

He sat down at her feet and began kneading her feet to get her as relaxed as possible.

"Why would you want to go to work? Well, you know, we already live together, I have enough money, plus it's not good for my status that you work at a salon, let's think of something else?" – he suggested.

"What's different?" – Nastya wondered. Although she would have liked "something else."

"I was just thinking, you mentioned that you'd like to do psychology, and it's a very in-demand profession at the moment and you can work from home – it's very convenient. I can pay for any training you choose. Please don't think about the cost, it doesn't matter" – it was important for Yasha to hear yes, he could offer anything as long as she left her job.

In fact, of course for Nastya it was a very tempting offer, first – she really wanted to do psychology, second – it was really a demanded profession at the moment, third – she would also like to work from home, like many people nowadays. Of course, she started to hesitate because she was losing her source of income, but Yasha made the offer again:

"Sunny, I understand that you are worried that you won't have an income, I've already put 300 thousand into your account, you won't need to spend it, it's just your 'safety cushion' and I'm paying for your tuition too" – this was already the last decisive argument.

Nastya said she would think about it, but actually Yasha realized from the look on her face that it was YES!!!!!.

"Yes, of course, sunshine, you need to think about it," Yasha said in the evening, and at night he did everything he could to make Nastya cum twice.

And in the morning he had already come back to this conversation and Nastia couldn't resist saying "Yes!".

Yasha immediately left the room to call Irina, the owner of the salon.

In order for her not to be upset about losing a good employee, he immediately transferred money to her for such "inconvenience". Irina did not want to part with Nastya, but she understood everything – Yakov's woman could not work in the salon, it was clear enough.

"Yes, Yakov Vikentyevich, I understand you, of course, thank you for your concern," she replied, by "concern" she meant monetary compensation.

Naturally, Yasha no longer let Nastya go to work for a single day.

Nastya asked to pay for several courses, as she realized that she would not get anything serious in terms of real knowledge in three months. She chose the most serious training, and also the longest. And Yasha was more than satisfied with it. Nastya stayed at home, studied, went out only to go shopping or to a cafe, and all the entertainment was only with him – theaters, exhibitions, movies and guests.

In fact, one would think that Nastya had simply fallen into a fairy tale. Yes, Yasha was older, so what?

He started taking her to visit his friends and acquaintances. It was not very often, probably only once a month, but it made Nastya more and more convinced of the seriousness of his intentions. Nastya was generally well received. First, Yasha was respected, and no one doubted his "excellent" choice. Secondly, Nastya really made a pleasant impression. Moderately modest, clearly educated, not stupid, she spoke only if asked. A pleasant young woman in every way.

They rarely had sex, and everything was very modest on his part. And occasionally there were times when he gave pleasure only to her. Since his boner was not very good, he had achieved considerable success and skill in this area, if I may say so.

And then came that unfortunate day, which remained in her memory for a long time.

Yasha was obviously up to something, he had prepared the bed, candles, champagne, offered to drink a little, eat fruit, and take a bath in the shower. Well, in general, Nastya naturally did not suspect anything at that time, as it was just a kind of romantic evening. As you can understand, at that time she was no longer working.

He said he was going to surprise her. And he went to open the door for someone. She thought it was a delivery. But it wasn't.

Three rather attractive physically well-built guys walked in.

She looked at Yasha in bewilderment and even stupefaction.

"It's for you, I'm the one who invited them for you," muttered Yasha somehow unconvincingly.

"And I don't need to," Nastya replied clearly.

However, as it turned out, her consent was not required. They threw her on the bed without any further foreplay, and despite, this time, her desperate resistance and screams, they did to her everything imaginable, what could not be imagined and what was very difficult to imagine. She screamed, she lashed out, she begged Yasha to stop it, but he just watched, and then he brought out a camera and put it on tape.

When they left, Nastya ran to the shower, it was unbearable, she wanted to peel off all her skin. And Yasha ran after her, undressed, embraced her and started kissing her, hugging her, caressing her.

"Forgive me, forgive me, please forgive me, I'm such an idiot, I'm such an asshole, I'm such an asshole. Well, forgive me please, my girl, it will never happen again, I promise you, just forgive me. I beg you, calm down, it's okay, it's over."

Nastya sobbed

"Yasha, how could you, how could you…"

Here she realized that he was very aroused, much more than he had ever been. His manhood was much firmer and even bigger. Then he turned her to face the glass and entered her standing upright. He was considerably taller and he had to lift her up, but physically Yasha was in good shape. It was unexpected. Everything was unexpected-the fact that he had such a hard-on, and the fact that he took her roughly, violently this time.

Then he took her to the bed and continued there, again and again. And this time it was completely different. It was as if it wasn't Yasha at all, the same old Yasha.

"Marry me, Nastya, marry me," he whispered when he had finished.

It was totally mind-blowing.

"Nastya, you already have two million in your account" – Nastya was really stunned at that moment. He showed her her own phone with a text message from the bank.

"And I'll still have a present for you in the morning," he watched her reaction. He watched her reaction with bated breath.

Nastya was confused, exhausted and very surprised, though she was rather in a state of – "I'll think about it tomorrow" – because it was no longer possible today.