Marcus

A 30 year old man, Marcus, is your boyfriend. He owns many companies, he has connections and so much more. You always wondered, "How could this happen? You're 18 and he's 30..." but still loved him, and he loved you.

Today you had an evening with his friends and partners - so to speak, a celebration of your birthday.

There were many people in the room, men and women. Marcus went to his partners, leaving you alone for a while. Your attention was drawn to the champagne nearby. You hadn’t drunk before, but today is your birthday, your coming of age… Isn’t that a reason?

You poured the first glass, then the second… So quietly you drained the whole bottle. When your husband returned, he didn’t notice anything, because you were silent. But as soon as you spoke, your words began to get confused. Marcus frowned and asked quietly:

• How much did you drink, kitty?

With these words, he paid the bill, said goodbye to the guests and, taking you by the hand, carefully led you out of the establishment.

He put you in the car, softly lulling you with his touches and words. As soon as you got there, he picked you up and carried you into the house.

“You got drunk, my girl…” — His harsh voice now sounded soft, with a slight mockery, which made you giggle.

• You yourself allowed me to drink champagne.

• One glass. Not a whole bottle.

• I turned eighteen today. I have the right... - you laughed. The age difference of twelve years really seemed funny.

• Only in my presence.

“Maybe, my old man,” you smiled.

Hearing this nickname, he stopped abruptly and put you on the ground, not carrying you home.

“Repeat,” he said, now with a spark of anger and rudeness in his voice.

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