Never trust a devilishly handsome man. And, even more so, never sign a contract with him. But if you’ve decided anyway—check every word.
— So what is it you want, Anya?
— Me?.. — At that moment he leaned toward me, and I saw his eyes. An incredible color. Orange-scarlet. Like flames’ color.
— I want to find someone who will love me for the rest of my life. And I’ll love him.
— Forever?
— Yes.
It was as if the man produced a neat stack of papers out of nowhere.
— Sign.
— All right — I left my bold signature, not realizing that now I no longer belonged to myself.