Dasha Taran's
Different from the others

"Actually I know where you want food" Mark said casually. "where?"ask Dasha enthusiastically

"At Restaurant Penates, I know the owner. You can ask the Italian chef who made it. Although the typical food is italy, but the chef is not necessarily the human italy you mean" chuckles Mark.

"are you busy?"ask Dasha. "A little" Mark

"Just a little. Then you go with me, pick me up at Mike's"

Tut Tut Tut

Dasha immediately disconnects her call, puts down her phone and goes into the bathroom

"Based on a sly little woman, it's worth it that she wants to be friends with me" Mark smiled

****

Mark looked at Dasha who had just gotten into his car "this look of yours no one would have thought if you were the young mistress of morrone. You're like a snot girl who's still in school, thankfully you're not too short" Mark said

"What does a mistress morrone look like? And I don't want to look at all that doesn't make me comfortable, and 1 more. I was young, Michelle Morrone who was too old to be next to me wouldn't fit" Dasha said

Mark chuckled, "Mike the man of women's dreams. He is handsome, rich and powerful. She also has everything that women love like a six pack. Aren't you fascinated by the beauty Mike has?"ask Mark to turn the car on

"Nothing!!." said Dasha briefly and then gazed out the window to enjoy the view of the afternoon he was passing by

'Don't know what kind of woman you are. You're like keeping a lot of secrets' Inner Mark glanced at Dasha

*Penates Restaurant

"Spaghetti carbonara, Arancini, Gnocchi. And Ryazhenka, Kissel. But the food must be an Italian human chef" Dasha said smiling at the restaurant waiter

"Man?"said the waiter chuckled, "Ekhem she's pregnant young, so her behavior is weird and a little upsetting" Mark said

"For young pregnant mothers it is common, the request of the master's wife is an easy thing." said the friendly waiter

"He's my father" Dasha said quickly. Mark snapped Dasha's forehead "since when did I become your father?"mike said annoyed, "Don't you, I'm not that old as having a daughter as big as you and I'm pregnant and I'm going to be a grandpa?"mark did not accept

"Mrs and gentlemen please wait a minute" said the waiter and left Dasha and Mark's desk

"mmm... Dash.. Why do you want to marry Mike?"mark asked suddenly, Dasha who typed on her phone immediately stopped hearing the question of her new friend, her temporary husband.

"I don't know. As soon as I found out if I was in a match, I challenged the match. I didn't even expect to get married so soon, I even planned to think about marriage when I was 30 and if I didn't have anything I wanted then I didn't have to get married" Dasha explained

"Why?"ask Mark

"I'm afraid of marrying the wrong person and causing a tragic ending" Dasha's statement said, And if I fall in love with the wrong person, my life will be ruined and all my dreams will stop halfway. A bond is only an obstacle to my career path'in Dasha

Not long after the waiter delivered the food and drinks that were ordered by Dasha

'What is this portion of a pregnant woman's meal?'inner Mark scratched his nape at the table full of Dasha's food

Mark chuckled at Dasha's behavior, who was enjoying her food

"You won't be full just by looking at me" said Dasha, Mark immediately eating his food

"That's enough. Please pay. I want to go to the toilet" said Dasha. Mark got out of his chair, "where are you going?"ask Dasha

"You're gonna have me pay for it!!"said Mark. "Stupid just use the button on the table to call the waiter and pay for it." said Dasha glanced at the button of the restaurant waiter's summoning system. "This. The PIN is 220204" Dasha said, offering her ATM

Mark gawked in disbelief, as easily as it instantly told someone else his ATM PIN, Mark thought.

"No, you think I can't afford it?"mark rolled his eyes lazily. "And you think I can't afford it either?"cetus Dasha

"I've been troublesome by accompanying me. There's no way I don't know myself" Dasha said

"Let me just pay lady morrone. You want to make me ashamed of being paid by women" Mark said

"Try me to pay. I'm going to tear your ugly face apart" Dasha said annoyed

Glue/

'The ugly ugly ugly face of the ugly face' Dasha's speech damaged Mark's mentality, those words ringing in Mark's head

"Use my card" said Dasha moving from her chair to the toilet according to the instructions she read

****

"Thank you to Mr. Mark who has taken a little busy time, accompany me. Next time I'll trouble you again" Dasha said formally and then got out of the car

"I guess he wanted to be accompanied by a meal because he wanted to be paid" Mark said staring at Dasha's back slowly away. Mark chuckled, remembering the incident that happened at the restaurant where they had eaten earlier. 'Truly a different woman from the others' inner Mark runs his car out of Mike's yard, as Mike's car enters the yard. They were unaware of each other because of the circular path in the yard of Mike's house, and the small garden in the middle of which Mike was entering and Mark was exiting through the adjacent lane

Clutch

Mike went into his room 'Bath?'mike heard water splashing from the bathroom. Mike took off his suit and tie and walked to his balcony and sat on a chair leaning against the dark sky smoking a cigarette

Klekka..

Dasha came out of the bathroom, she used still using a towel limited to her thighs and her hair that was tied up originally adding a sexy impression. Her beautiful body was clearly visible with the short towel she was wearing. Dasha was completely unaware of Mike staring at her from the balcony of the room.

Deg/Mike's heart was pounding, again seeing the body of a woman who had the status of a wife he hated, even though wrapped in a towel. Mike is no hypocrite, let alone ever felt Dasha's body. Something down there thrashed want to be pampered, want to feel the body of the woman who has the status of his wife.

"Hopefully the old man didn't come back tonight" Dasha faintly heard Mike, then walked into the wardrobe.

Mike who heard Dasha's words glared in disbelief 'old man. Wh who? What me? Damn who else does that woman mean if I'm not Mike

Not long after that Dasha came out of the wardrobe already wearing a nightgown. Dasha sat on the dresser chair staring at her face while patting her softly and then wearing her night skincare

The movement of Dasha can not be separated from the view of Mike who is still at home settled on the balcony while staring at Dasha

'Shitt... Didn't I not pay him that time? Don't let that woman think I can't afford it' Mike swore

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