Hollow part 42 Apr11
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Hollow part 42

  1. I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
  2. I’M NOT A WRITER.
  3. IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW.

“You were coming.” Said woman stretching out on the sofa. She watched Akim under downcast eyes and reached towards him her white hand.

 

He smiled, closing the doors.

 

I couldn’t be here sooner. “He said and with few leaps he was close to her. He knelt and keeping a close eye on her dark eyes he kissed her hand.

 

 “Do you love me?’ She asked.

 

“Very.”

 

She laughed. “You are a horrible liar, my love.”

 

“That’s not a true, because when I’m kissing I do it frankly.”

 

‘”In that case convince me. Prove to me that you care about me.” She said, putting her hands on Akim throat and coquettishly she tilted her head. “Kiss me my love.” Whispered her lips.

 

Akim pressed his lips to hers and soon they descended into passion.

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She felt smell of smoke. She opened her eyes and raised her head from his hard, naked chest and looked at his profile. He lay on his back and leaned against bedhead, looked at the ceiling. From his mouth came out light clouds.

 

“What I should do to have you?” She asked, stroking his body. Her touch roused him from his meditation. He looked at her and then he smiled.

 

“You have me.”

 

“But I asked about that.” She said, putting her hand on his heart. “For you I will do everything. Marry me.”

 

Akim frowned his forehead, and put back the cigarette.

 

“No.”

 

“Why not?” She said.

 

“I don’t have money.”

 

“But I have. We would be living from my money.”

 

He made a face. Think that he had to live off her money, wounded his pride. Gigolo. What kind of man will do that? Maybe many, but not him.

 

“No.” He replied, getting out from the bed and wearing a shirt.

 

She wanted to slap him. Hit so many times, because he rejected her by she couldn’t. When she looked at his straight silhouette he was more beautiful than every statute on Louvre. And proud… How proud he was.  How decisive in his decisions. Like a prince. Even if she could live 100 years longer she would never met the same man like him. Akim. Her Akim…

 

She get up from the bed and came closer to him. She stepped on her toes and kissed him.

 

“Tomorrow at 6 PM.”  She said, taking her lips from his and he smiled. His thumb stroked her chin.

 

“See you tomorrow.”

 

part 43 here