Sasha
“Alright. I’ve set up this meeting for you with Boris. All you have to do is be your charming self,” I said to Sofia as I looked her over. She was a beautiful woman with jet black hair. She had dyed it a while ago, and it suited her. It made her white skin glow, her blue eyes pop. She was tall, at about 5 ‘10, and had a phenomenal hourglass figure. She was exactly Boris’ type.
“Thank you, Sasha. I’m very excited to finally officially meet him. I have admired him from afar for so long. I’m afraid my crush has turned into somewhat of an obsession.
“I understand. I’m pretty obsessed with the woman I love myself.”
“What’s she like? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about one woman before.”
I closed my eyes. I was such a f*****g fool. I should have been shouting from the r
