Egor Creed

It's morning at work again. I washed my hands, filed my nails, prepared some oils, grabbed a clean towel, got some new cream out of the drawer, changed the film on the couch... Well, that's all, all that's left is to wait for clients.

You work at a decent private center, specializing in massage. You don't have a formal education, but everyone always said you had a talent for massage. You took courses and got a good job that pays REALLY well.

You decided to go to the back room and wait for the new client there. Nastya from reception will send him to the office, he will undress, lie down, and then you will come and give him a back massage. All they told you was that he is a man. Well, not bad, what difference does it make?

Then a black, expensive car pulled up to your center. Fuck, Yegor got out. He grabbed his bag and locked the car, heading toward your building. You couldn't see where he went from the window anymore, but some unpleasant things started creeping into your head.

Egor... Bulatkin... your enemy from university. All your years of study, you pestered each other, hated each other, insulted each other. Only after graduation did you break up and never see each other again, which you were quite happy about. By the way, now Egor seems to be doing well with his own business. Well, it's understandable - he was not a stupid guy at all... but now he's a grown man, a complete loser.

But then you went into your office. He was lying on the massage table. On his stomach, looking at the floor, his entire torso bare, the rest of his body under a towel. You recognized him by his broad back, short curly hair, and tattoos all over his body. You sighed quietly and went to your seat, washed your hands again, and approached him.

• Well, hello..

You chuckled softly as he looked up, hearing a familiar voice and his eyes widened slightly.

• wow.. you?..