Mine without a choice

TO THE READER

Attention!

This story is entirely made up by the author, any coincidences are invalid, alternate Russia. The city has been changed by the author intentionally.

Warning! The sex scenes in this novel are many and very explicit.

Please do not stoop to insults to the author's work and do not get personal.

Sincerely, Lika P.

All gathered in the assembly hall of the university, on the eve of the new year. Our sponsor, Mr. Muradov Arslan Valievich, made a speech. I, as an excellent third-year student, should present a bouquet of dark lilac tulips from our university.

The rector came up and asked me. As a third-year honors student, I couldn't refuse.

That's why I'm standing and stomping by the stage with a bouquet of flowers.

I smooth the already perfect bouquet of dark purple tulips, maybe it would have been better to present him with a bottle of good cognac, his whole brutal appearance says so. Muradov gives his final words of encouragement to all applicants from the stage. I look at him and see a man of about thirty-six, brunette, tall, strong, broad-shouldered. Broadcasting from the stage, Muradov turns his head slightly, and I see his profile in a smile, wow, in addition to his textured figure he is also handsome.

- Okay, Belova! - I'm telling myself. - Pull yourself together, you're thinking about the wrong thing, I'm not interested in this at all.

I get ready before going out to present Arslan Valievich with flowers.

I adjust my snow-white shirt and loose-fitting pants, my clothes are simple, but I'm not rich enough to wear branded things. I hear footsteps, I turn my head, I see Irka Sorina, damn, she's the last thing I need, I'm already nervous without her, she won't miss a chance to humiliate me any chance she gets, a spoiled rich otter!

- Oh! Belova! - she turns to me. - And you're here? Yes, where else would you be but at the awarding ceremony, you're no good for anything else, you cog! - Sorina asks me a question and answers it herself. Then her gaze sticks to my object, and she is silent for thirty seconds. - Shit, Belova, just look, what a man. - dripping saliva, says Sorina. - A real male, I know a lot about men! Mmm, I would give it to him! - Irka stretches out languidly.

I don't know why, but I didn't like it.

- You'd give it to anyone if they were a little cuter than a monkey! - I look at Sorina looking at me dumbfounded, and then I realize that I said that out loud, damn it! I'm not one of those people who likes to be the center of attention, and here it is, and out loud. The hell I said it out loud! Thank God Irina's "male" has finished his speech, so I'm out.

I hear Sorina flying at my back:

- You bitch!

And when I was already hurrying to the stage, taking a wide step, he tripped me. I landed "beautifully", right between Muradov's legs, as he turned his whole body towards me.

I'm on my knees, holding the damn flowers to my chest! Imagining what I look like from the outside. Like a crazy fan of the star, to which no one allowed, and here I am, BANG!!!!! And I broke through all the barriers. Awesome!

My cheeks are burning with shame, naturally, and I hear laughter from the audience. My gaze rests on his fly. Shit!!! I squint, lick my parched lips in excitement, raise my head, look at Muradov with my mouth open, and he looks at me. He frowns his eyebrows, hypnotizes my lips, we hang like this for ten seconds, he looks at my lips in bewilderment, and I look at his swarthy face in shock, then he looks up at my face, and I am thrown into heat by his penetrating eyes.

From the audience, louder now, came the chuckles.

- How long are you going to stand like that? - asks me a question I don't understand.

- What?

He lifts me up with one tug, I hand him the bouquet, literally stamp into Muradov and run off the stage.

Irka chuckles and says:

- You were standing in front of Muradov like you were going to blow him!

I slowed my step, turned my flaming face to Sorina and said:

- You're such an asshole!

And this "otter" hissed in my face:

- You're the asshole! And remember, Belova, men like Muradov won't even put it in your mouth, you poor gray mouse! Such men meet only beautiful, wealthy and experienced girls like me, and then marry them.

Apparently today is not my day, because I'm carried and I'm talking back:

- And thank God for Sorina. Because kneeling is not the limit of my dreams. Apparently you, Sorina, are often on your knees, if you advertise your rich experience, - I put emphasis on the last words.

- I see our quiet one has come out of her shell? And for your words, Belova, you'll be sorry!

Not wanting to hear any more, I hurried to get out of the uni, fast! I grabbed my clothes from the locker room, pulling them on as I went. I'd embarrassed myself for the whole university, I had to rest in peace. Now all the guys in the university were going to ask me what the hell to do. Haven't I had enough shit said about my big boobs? Since freshman year, I've been bullied, tried to clamp them down, everything I've been through. Till I started pulling my boobs in and wearing loose clothes.

The first stage is over, the second stage has begun - self-defeat! Why did I open my mouth? I don't care about this Muradov, he's nobody to me. I don't want to go to the dormitory, I'd rather go for a walk, the fresh air calms me down.

I turned to the park, which is located not far from the university. My smartphone rang, my girlfriend Tanya, we study together at the same faculty. We immediately found a common language. Tanya is a short, petite brown girl, with beautiful big green eyes and bow lips.

- Nina, where are you? Did I lose you at uni? Sorina and her gang are washing your bones! - My girlfriend gabbled. - Tell me, did someone push you? You know, on the stage?

- Did you see that, too?

- I'm sorry, but everyone saw that.

- Okay, I'm the star for the next month!

- Shit, Nin! Well, we've faced other things, we'll survive, we'll shoot back together.

I grinned:

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- So you didn't answer? Pushed?

- Sorina has been tripped up.

- I knew it, what a cow!!!

- Yeah, it was my fault. - and I told Tanya everything, and then we laughed. You don't usually talk to Irka like that.

A little later we agreed to meet Tanya at a cafe.

I got to the park, walked down the alley. The winter park is very nice, the pond is frozen, and children are skating. The younger kids are sledding down the slides. I love nature, it calms me down.....

*****

We sat down at the farthest table, ordered a coffee with milk and a waffle with condensed milk.

- Listen, Nina? - Tanya's talking to me.

- You know, that philanthropist of ours, what's his name?

- Arslan Valiyevich. - I answer her.

- Yes, he is. He's a very cool guy! He's thirty-six years old. He's very rich and handsome. I think you've seen what he's like, he's an alpha male. There's a reason Sorina wanted to jump out of her underpants. - and Tanya and I burst out laughing.

- Come on, tell me, or you're gonna get torn up if you don't tell me right now.

- Exactly! Anyway, they say that everyone is afraid of him, he is a serious man and that it is better not to mess with him, like he used to be a bandit, he was involved in all sorts of fights, they also say that he is very cruel, if someone crosses his path, there is no mercy. There was even an assassination attempt on him and more than once he found everyone and killed them. Now he's a businessman. He has business in many Russian cities and in our Novobirsk too.

- That sounds creepy. Tell me, Tanya, how long have you believed in gossip?

- A lot of people know about him, but they can't do anything to him, he's a very powerful uncle. So it's not news or gossip.

- It's hard to believe, in this day and age, to be so lawless?

- He's not lawless, it's not really his, but he can if he wants to. - said Tanya.

- Oh, come on, let's talk about the good stuff. There's a new club opening in two days, we're going too and no excuses! New Year's Eve! Don't you dare say you can't go! We're going, period! - said Tanya.

- Okay, I can't say no to you, you're very aggressive. -I said with a sly squint. And we laughed again. My phone rang.

- Oh, Lyonka's on the phone.

- Hi, Lyon!

- Hi, Ninok! How's it going?

- It's all right. What did you want, Lyon?

- I wanted to ask you out for coffee.

- No, Lyon, we can't, we're on our way from the cafe to the dorm.

- Uh, okay, but I'll come back later, then?

- All right. (chuckles)

Tanya asks:

- What, did Lyonka ask you out on a date?

- Tanya, what kind of date? - We're actually friends with him!

- Yeah, friends, what, does he give you flowers as a friend?

- He just knows I like daisies.

- Ninul, your friend's had a crush on you since freshman year.

- Tanya, let's close the subject, Lyonka is my friend and that's it!

- Okay, let's go to the dorm, shall we?

- Let's go. - I said.

On the way we met our classmates Lena and Olya, and all together we headed to the dormitory.