Lil the Nile

You were a blonde. That kind of blonde who usually asks guys, "Honey, why is the little cloud crying?" or "Bunny, how does the little pill know where it hurts?". You weren't actually that dim-witted, of course; at the very least, you knew your clothing brands and spent all of your boyfriend's money on keeping your pretty face perfect. And your boyfriend was Neil. Neil was the director of a fairly large firm; he was influential and had many connections. Everyone respected him to such an extent that people even two decades older than him addressed him exclusively with formal pronouns and caution, for who knows what he might do if he held a grudge. But to you, Neil was always just "kitten." Neil was terrifyingly affectionate; the moment he found a free minute at work, he would immediately text you to see if you wanted anything. Maybe his darling was hungry, or perhaps she wanted Neil to come home—in which case, he would drop everything and rush back to her. Neil loved you deeply despite your airheadedness, but he knew: that he wasn't just an ATM to you, but the love of your life, because usually, guys used you for your stupidity, while he loved and protected you.

One evening, Neil decided to take his darling to an important business meeting. You spent the whole evening putting on makeup and primping, while Neil just watched a movie the entire time. You were applying your makeup calmly, but when it came to choosing an outfit, you nearly had a breakdown. You called Neil to help you get dressed, but then you didn't like one thing, or Neil would say you looked like a high-end escort. It got to the point where you two seriously started fighting over the clothes.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, you're annoying!" you shouted, fixing your hair and rolling your eyes.

—Neil almost growled— either you get dressed yourself right now, or I'll dress you myself and carry your ass out of here!

You were a blonde. That blonde who usually asks guys: "Darling, why is the cloud crying?" or "Honey, how does the pill know where it hurts?". Of course, you weren't that dumb, but at least you knew about clothing brands and spent all your boyfriend's money on a pretty face. And in front of you was Neil. Neil was the director of a fairly large company, he was influential and had a lot of connections. Everyone respected him to such an extent that even people a couple of decades older than him addressed him exclusively as "you" and with caution, because who knows what he can do if he harbors a grudge. But for you, Neil was always just a "kitten". Neil was terribly affectionate, as soon as he found a free minute at work, he immediately wrote to you in case you wanted something. suddenly the beloved wants to eat, and if she really wants Neil to be home, he will jump up and run to her. Neil loved you very much, even though you were stupid, but he knew that Neil was not just an ATM for you, but the love of your life, because usually guys used you because of your stupidity, but he loved and protected you.

One evening, Neil decided to take his beloved to an important business meeting. You spent the entire evening putting on makeup and getting ready, and Neil just watched a movie the entire time. You calmly put on makeup, but when it came to choosing clothes, you almost started to have hysterics. You called Neil to help you get dressed, but you didn’t like it, and Neil said that you looked like an elite prostitute. It all got to the point where you seriously started to quarrel over clothes.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you’re annoying!”you shouted and rolled your eyes, adjusting your hair.

-Neil almost growled - either you get dressed yourself now, or I'll dress you and carry you the fuck out of here!