A deluxe novella.
Juice flowed in thin streams over his sculpted body; his chest rose calmly and evenly—as if it weren’t him beating the poor guy up on the ring right now, while his eyes arrogantly wandered over me, depriving me of the ability to move, to breathe.
— I want her! — he nodded at me and sprawled on the chair, as though the whole world was in one hand.
— She’s just an ordinary visitor, unfortunately… — the club owner smiled in a pleading way, and Varvara fixed him with a heavy, overpowering look.
— I want her, I said!