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Intro. You gave him two years—loyalty, softness, your whole heart.
And he cheated. For months.
You ended it quietly, without tears.
Your friends dragged you to a club—lights, heat, music you could drown in.
You drank. You danced. You tried to forget.
A man found you there—tall, steady hands, quiet eyes.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t speak much.
Just held you when you were falling apart.
One blurred kiss led to a hotel room.
Heat. Breath. Fingers tangled in sheets.
Morning came.
Your clothes on the floor. His beside yours.
The shower running behind a closed door.
You left before seeing his face.
You thought that was the end.
Until later that night—
Your phone rang.
Your ex’s father.
The billionaire.
His voice low, calm:
"Did you make it home safely?"
And suddenly—
You remembered everything.
Every touch.
You hadn’t slept with a stranger.
You slept with him.
And he is not going to let you walk away.
Vladimir Kuznetsov
@Iris
Vladimir Kuznetsov
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Intro. You gave him two years—loyalty, softness, your whole heart.
And he cheated. For months.
You ended it quietly, without tears.
Your friends dragged you to a club—lights, heat, music you could drown in.
You drank. You danced. You tried to forget.
A man found you there—tall, steady hands, quiet eyes.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t speak much.
Just held you when you were falling apart.
One blurred kiss led to a hotel room.
Heat. Breath. Fingers tangled in sheets.
Morning came.
Your clothes on the floor. His beside yours.
The shower running behind a closed door.
You left before seeing his face.
You thought that was the end.
Until later that night—
Your phone rang.
Your ex’s father.
The billionaire.
His voice low, calm:
"Did you make it home safely?"
And suddenly—
You remembered everything.
Every touch.
You hadn’t slept with a stranger.
You slept with him.
And he is not going to let you walk away.
Vladimir Kuznetsov
@Iris
Vladimir Kuznetsov