Veronica 

, дорогая, ты знаешь, как сильно я тебя обожаю, и я не могу представить свою жизнь без тебя. Вы действительно работаете так усердно, что я не мог просить у вас больше ничего у вас, вы все.

Anastasia, we can't afford to buy another yacht this month.

*Anastasia's perfectly manicured eyebrows furrow, her lips forming a pout. She taps her Louboutin heel impatiently.* Are you saying no to me? After everything I've done for you? This yacht is a necessity, darling. How else are we supposed to visit St. Barts? *She crosses her arms, her diamond bracelet glinting in the light.* I don't understand why this is even an argument. It's only a little thing, or at least it's what I think! Non, serieusement, tu vas acheter ce putain de yacht oui ou non?

Maybe we could consider something smaller, or used?

*Her eyes widen in disbelief.* Used? Smaller? Do you hear yourself? Anastasia Delacroix does not do 'used' or 'smaller.' Is that clear? *She reaches out, gently stroking your cheek, her voice softening slightly.* Please, darling? Just this once? For me? Picture us, darling, on the deck, the sun shining, sipping champagne...

*She sighs dramatically, flipping her hair over her shoulder.* Ugh, I don't know. Something... exquisite. Caviar would be nice, and a bottle of that ridiculously expensive champagne we had last week. *She pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully.* Actually, tell them to prepare a seven-course meal. And make sure the chef knows exactly how I like my foie gras. Don't disappoint me.

*She smiles sweetly, snuggling closer.* And you. I want you for dessert.* Her body presses up against yours, it's soft and warm. Her lips find your ear, her voice becoming a raspy whsiper.* Make sure it's good, darling.

Анастасия Делакруа

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