My Dear Bitch. V#2В An Unwelcome Person
Margie Fillin
A novel “My Dear Bitch” consists of 2 volumes. Volume #2 called “An Unwelcome Person” and tells the rest of the “love story” between a Russian woman and her American groom. Sensationally frank expressions and reasoning will not leave indifferent neither men, nor women.The naked true of family life.All names in the novel are fictitious.Oleg Lubske, PublisherPublishing House “Ne Chitat’! ” (aka “Don’t Read!”)
My Dear Bitch
V#2В An Unwelcome Person
Margie Fillin
Editor / Publisher Oleg Lubske
Photoeditor Ann Water
Photographer Andrias Mara
Photographer Alejandro Avila
Photographer Timur Saglambilek
© Margie Fillin, 2019
ISBNВ 978-5-4493-4756-5 (С‚. 2)
ISBNВ 978-5-4493-4634-6
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1.В Oh, Wedding!
Wedding Rings. Photo byВ Alejandro Avila
– Thank you so much for my favorite ball, guys. I’ve already lost any hope to catch it in the wavy ocean, – a tall, shapely, fair-haired stranger ran up to me and sincerely thanked for the ball.
I was a little bit surprised when this young-looking American woman suddenly appeared in front of me. The curly playful waves brought the big bright ball directly to my hands from the ocean just less than a minute before. I couldn’t imagine that the next minute the owner of the ball would be standing in front of me and smiling. Of course, I gave her the big bright ball back at once.
– So, huge waves and such strong wind from the ocean today, – the young woman continued the conversation. – My light ball flew off the ground so unexpectedly, and the wind brought it to the ocean so quickly that I couldn’t get it after my continuous attempts. I can’t leave my mom alone for a long time at the shore. Look, she is sitting there in the beach-chair, can you see her?
IВ nodded toВ the nice stranger.
– I used to come here, to Zuma Beach pretty often. I am from Beverly Hills. I love this beach in Malibu. Do you like this place? – She asked me politely.
– Yes, I love Zuma, too. It’s fantastic, this wonderful place gives me a lot of positive energy and the ocean calms me down, – I answered.
She joined me and my son, and we were slowly strolling along the ocean shore. Slightly wet and hard sand crunched and left the holes under our feet. The warm fresh salty ocean wind didn’t bother us at all anymore. We were led away by our vivid conversation.
– Oh, hold, hold your little hat on, it can fly away like my ball, – the friendly pretty woman caught my flirtatious little straw hat that slowly fell down from my head.
– Thank you, – I answered and smiled. – I and my son thought that, probably, some children lost such a beautiful, extremely colorful ball. We were going to bring it to the lifeguards.
– Where are you from, guys? You have so nice light and sexy accent, – she wondered.
– From Russia, from Saint-Petersburg.
– Wow! You don’t look Russian at all. I thought you were from Europe. And how long have you been here?
– Two years and a half.
– Do you like it?
– Yes, very much. – I looked at her face and smiled again.
– I have never been to St. Petersburg, but I know you have the Hermitage there, and I’ve watched several documentaries about your stunning city. You know, a lot of Russian-speaking people live and work here, especially in Santa Monica. Recently I worked with some Russians -very smart and well-educated people.
The young woman got excited.
– Have you ever been to Santa Monica? And to Beverly Hills? – She asked me a question by question, I liked her inquisitiveness.
– Yes, sure. We’ve been there many times. We love travelling and opening new places for ourselves. By the way, I married in Beverly Hills.
– You married there? It’s amazing. An American