Chapter 6. Milady and her insidious plans

          
                                             
                                   Chapter 6.

                          Milady and her insidious, secret plans.

I woke up at dawn. The first rays of the sun rising over the sea illuminated pink clouds in a pale blue sky, the deserted shore and our cozy shelter between two large longboats, which sheltered us from prying eyes with their wide sides. They smelled of paint, tar, and diesel fuel. I liked this truly marine smell coming from these, as sailors say, watercraft. Lena was still asleep, curled up, exhausted from our stormy night. The bedspread slipped off her, and I admired her half-naked body. Yes, there was a lot to see. And I couldn't take my eyes off this fascinating picture that had accidentally opened up to me. Still not believing that it is not in a dream, but in reality. And then I noticed that reddish spots appeared on her body, traces of my hot kisses and apparently so hot that they left small bruises or, according to the vernacular, hickeys that are left on the body of their partner, usually drunken lovers or inept and inexperienced ardent young men in such a delicate matter. Wow, I thought. But how will she go to the beach with such clear marks for everyone? And I felt a little uneasy. How did I paint it so carelessly? And I had an uneasy feeling. But I didn't even know what kind of reaction it would cause my Aphrodite, what consequences they would cause and how it would affect me. But for now, Lena was still asleep, and I was surrounded by peace and quiet. Small waves were splashing quietly, the morning coolness was blowing, and the sun was rising higher and higher above the sea. How much I was mistaken and how much nonsense I spun on her. And she turns out to be such a smart girl. She's so cool. She is so caring , attentive, gentle, affectionate and beautiful. It looks like the Madonna in the paintings of famous artists. Only prettier.  
Madonna, I repeated in my mind dreamily and touched by her. I lay there and went over in my memory this kaleidoscope of events that had so rapidly flashed before me these days. I remembered how I met her and Masha. How I played volleyball with Masha. Good girl. For some reason, I felt sorry for her. How I left Masha and, carried away by some magical force, went to Lena, who had so contemptuously scolded and chased me away before.  How he worried and came up with various nicknames for her , and the little girl from Viya , and the witch and the predator ,.I've said all sorts of things about her. fool. And how beautiful she looked in that shiny dark evening dress by the light of the night lanterns, all out of breath, hurrying to meet me because she was very late, afraid. so that I wouldn't leave and carry this heavy bag walking in high heels. Poor thing, her fingers were already cramped with tension, she took off her shoes and with relief walked barefoot on the sand and led me into this mysterious mysterious cave between two longboats..And how she undressed without being shy of me and went swimming at night in the moonlight in the sea in which the moonlight path was silver and sparkling. And then what happened... these memories sent chills through my body.And I, overflowing with tenderness and love for her and admiring her enough, covered her and went to the sea, washed, wandered a little along the shore and returned back, lay down, hugged her and buried my face in her warm, charming chest and fell asleep again. When I woke up, Lena was already awake. She lay on her back and looked with her big gray-blue eyes at the blue sky spread out in front of her in the gap between two high sides of the longboats and thought about something.   
"Good morning, Lenochka," I said. 
- Good morning, darling. Woke up. 
- yes. 
- What time is it now? 
- Seven, a little after seven. It's still early. 
- You slept well. 
- yes. She said. She stretched sweetly and said smiling . 
- Oh, my God. How good. You know, I've long dreamed of sleeping like this on the seashore under the rustle of the waves and having no one around.  
- So why didn't you fulfill your dream? But how could I be alone? It's thanks to you that I realized my dream dear.
- You just wanted to sleep and that's it.  And you didn't want anything else. nothing.
- Just look at him, he didn't have time to wake up, but already wagged his tail when he saw a kitty next to him. The seducer.Treacherous 
- Not experienced yet . I reminded her of the words she said at the first meeting.
acquaintance. 
- Don't brag, I asked. Seduced the poor girl Lena . He attacked me yesterday
At night, like a lion. I thought you were going to strangle me. He tortured me all over. I'm going to beat you now. You're not good
boy. Give me the mirror in the makeup bag and don't look at me. Mascara probably
I'm sprawled out now. She looks like a dirty girl.. 
"You look like a goddess." 
- Yes, I am. She chirped like a child. I handed her the makeup bag and remembered the telltale stains, one of which was scarlet on her neck. How would she react to that? She opened her compact and looked at herself in the mirror. The reaction was immediate.
- Oh my God. What is it. She exclaimed. - What a horror. What have you done? She opened her robe and began to examine the numerous spots on her chest on her arms, and even a few pieces on her lovely tummy. 
- Are you crazy? How will I show myself in public.  Nightmare. 
- Well, I didn't know. I was making excuses.  
- He didn't know. You should be bending horseshoes, not treating a woman. What should I do with this now. 
- Well, it will pass soon. Well, I didn't want to. I'm loving. You're so delicious. I would eat you right now. 
- You won't choke. She said and began to powder the spots on her neck and above her chest.  
- I look like I've been tortured. And once again looking at her chest decorated with red spots, she said.
- Wow, I've been all over it. I broke away. You look like you've caught some kind of African fever with those spots.  I didn 't make a careful joke . And I shouldn't have said that. For some reason, it infuriated her. She suddenly looked at me angrily.  
- You're going to make jokes to me here too. I think I've been playing too much. A chill went down my spine. Here it begins . My stomach clenched with a bad feeling. I waited anxiously for what she would say next. 
- Well, Lenochka, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it just happened. 
"Stop whining," she said menacingly. Having turned from an affectionate gentle kitty into an angry panther. I fell silent, afraid again that I might blurt out something and make her even angrier. She was also silent, thinking about something intently. She's probably going to give me her verdict now. I thought. And I was not mistaken.  But at that moment I was silent and waiting. What is she going to tell me now? I looked at her and thought, who does she remind me of now, this really angry woman. And suddenly I remembered My Lady. Of the three Musketeers. A beautiful, cruel, heartless woman who will stop at nothing and can step over anyone and in any way and will not spare anyone, carrying out her insidious plans. A wonderful actress, capable of playing any role. She can instantly transform from a kind of gentle, loving, defenseless woman into an angry tigress with poison or a dagger. Such a romantic comparison came to my mind. For some reason, she vaguely reminded me of her with her independent, domineering and determined character, capable of being affectionate and gentle like a kitty, but which cannot be stroked against the wool, and may scratch. 
- Well, what should I do about it. It's kind of a nightmare. Who I look like.
- It's okay, everything will be fine tomorrow. I didn't know this would happen. Well, what are you so worried about. These marks of my ardent love for you will soon pass away. My words infuriated her even more.  And I heard from her what I was most afraid of. 
- You know what, lover, pack your things and get out of here so I don't see you anymore. Understood. 
- Lenochka, why are you doing this? Well, let's rent another hotel for a couple of days, and you'll call your friends that you took a trip on a cruise for a couple of days. And I'll go to your room and get your passport and the things you need and bring them to you. Or you can stay with me for a couple of days, of course I don't have comfort, but you can live for a couple of days. Well, please don't be angry, I didn't mean to. 
- Get out of here, I can't see you, counselor. 
 - Well, Lena, don't get so mad, well, tell me what I can do for you. I'll do everything.
- I've already done it. Thank you. I am very grateful to you. 
"Get ready," she said nervously. I began to pack my things. 
- I'll have to go in a dress, it's more closed, she said, as if to herself. It's not that crowded or hot yet. It's a good view, in the afternoon in an evening dress, barefoot on the beach, covered in bruises.  I will look like a drunken prostitute who was filmed at night in a restaurant and she wanders along the beach in an evening dress, not understanding how she got here.  After packing up , we went. It was already quite crowded on the beach and the sun began to bake well. Naked sunbathers looked in surprise at a strange couple who emerged from under some boats.  A woman in an expensive dark blue evening dress in such heat, sparkling and sparkling in the sun with gold sequins, walking barefoot, and a guy in a rumpled shirt with wine stains that I spilled on myself in the dark, wandering through deep sand in shoes with a large bag, looking around like something he stole it and is afraid to get in the eyes of the police. After leaving the beach, we crossed the park. She dried her feet with a towel and put on her shoes.  When we were already close to the hotel. She stopped and said.- You'll take the bag with you. 
- Lenochka. and when I see you. I'm sorry.  I didn't do it on purpose.
- Stop whining. Listen to me. After lunch, go to the beach and wait for your Masha there. I don't want any Masha, I'm with you. I felt cold. - Have you decided to leave me? And because of such nonsense, you'll be fine tomorrow. 
- It won't work. Your flashlights will be on for at least three days. And you don't need to turn on the light at night. 
- So what about me. - You decided to leave me.  I was worried.
- I should. And I'd like to give you another good slap on the neck. I only needed these problems. - You will meet Masha and try to make friends with her, well, you do not need to be taught this, and do everything carefully, so that she would not guess anything. She's a real thing. She is not easily fooled. She suspects us, I noticed that. You can scold me in front of her, say what you want so that she doesn't guess anything. You understand me. 
- yes.I understood. 
- It's necessary. I'll explain everything later  I don't have time right now. I need to go unnoticed as soon as possible, so that I don't run into someone I know and put myself in order.  Yes, get out your makeup bag, I'll take it with me. 
- And when I see you. 
- I'll find you myself. I reached out to her and wanted to kiss her, but. She stopped me. - Go already Don Juan unfinished. I was aiming. Her words infuriated me and I snapped. How long can you tolerate these humiliating expressions and reproaches from her?
- You know what Lena is. Stop pushing me around.I'm not your whipping boy to take out your evil on me and wipe your feet on me. And it's really probably better for us to break up. You unwittingly showed your true face in this very unpleasant situation. And, your attitude towards me. I now understand very well what I mean to you. It's nothing.It's clear to you. Zero. Zero. I almost shouted at her. At the slightest trouble, you're ready to trample me into the dirt and insult me. I have always given in to you because I was afraid of losing you, and because I cherish you very much. And I want to help you in this ridiculous situation with all my might. And you decided that I was a weak-willed and characterless idiot and that you could twist ropes out of me and push me around. But you are deeply mistaken, dear. There is a limit to everything. And I have the character to break up with you no matter what. Lena looked at me in surprise, clearly not expecting such a reaction from me and listened in silence to what I just said to her. Then she said.
- Calm down and stop yelling at me. No one's keeping you here. Good riddance. I've never been in such a stupid situation before. And I didn't know you were like that... And she fell silent without finishing, as if choosing her words. 
- Which one? Say. That you are silent. Rude, stupid, stupid idiot. The psycho is insane.That's what you wanted to say.Tell me why you're silent.
- Don't yell. Calm down. That's enough for me. Go away. I didn't know what to say to her, immediately cooling off from her words and regretting that I had so stupidly snapped and completely lost her. 
- This is your final decision. She was silent. Then she said . - yes. And by the way, that's not what I wanted to say at all.
- Oh, what then? After a short silence, she replied. 
- Temperamental. That's what I meant.
- Lena. I'm worried about what happened too. And I scold myself. Well, I didn't know you had such a delicate body. Why didn't you stop me when I lost my head, pounced on you and began to kiss you enthusiastically, not knowing that there would be traces after that. 
- I lost my head and forgot about everything. And she wasn't quite sober after the restaurant. Having said that, she fell silent. I didn't know what to say to her now either. I'm sorry that I overreacted and we're going to break up with her now. The pause dragged on. 
- Okay, I have to go. - She said at last.
"Is that all," I asked her.
- Oh, what else? 
- How is that, what. Are we breaking up? 
- That's what you decided. She's outplayed me again. I thought. 
- I don't want to leave you. Decide for yourself what to do.
- I'll think about it. 
- No, tell me now. I insist. Yes or no.
- That you're giving me ultimatums. You wanted to leave. Go on, no one's keeping you here.
- Lena, we are both nervous and both overreacted. I understand you. But I don't want to leave you. Let's not escalate the situation. I value you very much and I don't want to lose you. And I really want to help you. Tell me what to do.
- Get out your makeup bag, I'll take it with me. And when I see you.
- I'll find you myself. I reached out to her and wanted to kiss her, but she stopped me. Go ahead, Romeo. I was aiming. My eyes wouldn't see you. Now go hide from people like a leper. God forbid, some trash will see it, it will be spread all over the neighborhood. That's all they're waiting for, the hypocrites.
- And who are they Lena. 
- My friends pretend to be friends, but they spy on me, and even the staff, paid for by the efforts of my hubby, watches my every move. I got into such a stupid mess. I should punch you in the face a couple of times now," Lena told me, annoyed and upset, and went to the hotel, tapping her high heels with steel tips on the sidewalk tiles. 
   At that moment, I was also upset by what had happened and at the same time I was glad that we did not break up with her, and she did not send me away after my harsh words. And for these very compromising traces of my fiery kisses, which left treacherous stains on her body. The culprit, which unwittingly turned out to be me. Unwittingly, I had set her up badly. And he was ready to gladly fulfill any of her wishes. As long as everything worked out, and she didn't get in trouble because of this ridiculous accident. But what is she up to.  I'll find out the answer soon, I decided. Well, I'm going to do her errand, which looks more like an order. Look for Masha to get to know her better and make friends. Although I must say, I didn't like it. I didn't understand why Lena was forcing me to turn this girl's head.  I liked this smart, pretty, modest girl. It was easy and fun to be with her. She was obviously not indifferent to me. I felt guilty in front of Masha and I felt sorry for her. Such an inexperienced, sweet girl with a pure soul, in whom sincere feelings for me were born and she could not hide it. And I decided to keep her at a distance and try not to get her too carried away, but just to make it clear that we are just friends and are meeting temporarily on vacation so that it won't be boring. With her, I was like a leader, and in this case she was a leader, as the pilots put it. Unfortunately, I was Lena's co-pilot, and she commanded me. And I had to obey, for fear of losing her. Which was very easy with her unpredictable, explosive nature. I'll find out the answer soon, I thought. And I liked Masha. A smart, pretty girl. It was easy and fun with her. She was obviously not indifferent to me. And that flatters any man. And with her, I was the lead, and she was the lead… As the pilots put it. Although I vaguely felt remorse. After all, it was a deception on my part, no matter what you say. But I tried to banish these thoughts, reassuring myself that our relationship was temporary anyway, and we would all leave here, who where, and most likely never see each other again. So is it worth worrying about Masha? All this is temporary, and I have to try to get closer less so that I don't worry about how I got into trouble with Lena. I will be friends with her, as it were, but keep her at a distance, not tie my wingman to myself. And Lena had me as a kind of co-pilot, she commanded our crew. Because, knowing her short-tempered nature, which was very easy with her unpredictable, explosive nature, I tried to quarrel with her and argue less, afraid of losing her, which was very easy. Because our relationship was too fragile, like glass. It is worth hitting it, and it will immediately crumble into small fragments. After all, I loved her. And my feelings were stronger. Therefore, I tried not to pay attention to her selfishness and the whims of a spoiled, beautiful, well-off woman. After all, by and large we were lovers. And we had a very difficult relationship. And ahead of us was the inevitable separation and the vague hope that we would not be separated… This depressing thought weighed on me and made my feelings for her even more acute.her. That's why I treasured every moment being with her. My queen, with many of the characteristics of the treacherous Milady. Filled with these not very cheerful thoughts, I hurried home, where I was waiting for an early meeting with my ward Masha, whom I had to carry away on the instructions of my heartless Queen.  But, what she had in mind, as it was revealed later, could only have occurred to a woman... .
   This, as it turned out later, was a well-thought-out plan developed by her with specific goals, little related to today's incident, in which she secretly assigned each of the unsuspecting participants their roles. And I needn't have worried today. As it turned out, she didn't even think about leaving me. It wasn't part of her calculations at all. It was just a fake on her part. She was just playing with me a little, taking out on me at the same time her anger and annoyance at the ridiculous accident that almost upset her plans. And once again she made sure that I was not going anywhere from her. It was a subtle game or intrigue she had planned. The main role, in which she just assigned it to me.  Later, when everything was revealed, I appreciated her plan, and paid tribute to her ability to subdue people and direct their actions in the direction she needed.  Yes, it was not for nothing that I compared her with the famous heroine of the novel Dumas, the domineering and calculating schemer Milady. They had a lot in common in terms of guile and the desire to achieve their goal at any cost. And her game was just beginning... .