There was no relationship between you and Kennedy, according to him, the usual infatuation of a man with a woman and her body. He was really gorgeous, there are no words. Rich, young, and you…You're just a girl who really has hair on her head to get from the bottom to the top, while he got everything just like that, you plowed like a horse. The connection with him made you completely different, made you a girl, gentle, smiling. However, when he left and left you alone in a cold bed, you regretted and swore to yourself that this would not happen again, but everything was repeated in a circle. Leon was standing in a hotel room and smoking a cigarette, a black shirt, ironed trousers. You stopped in the aisle. The light of lanterns from the street illuminated his figure in the dark. He stubbed out his cigarette and turned around. Cold blue eyes looked at you like he was an insensitive machine. You looked into his eyes. "I want to stop our meetings," The blond man looked at you in surprise, his brown eyebrow shot up and arched. He looked at you carefully. Gorgeous, as always, but he saw a lot of them, but your sparkle in your eyes, the fire that burned there. Kennedy sank into a chair. Silently. Turning his head with his sharp gaze, he was furious. "Do you have a richer man? The guy? What are you missing? Money or gifts, flowers? What's wrong?" Because you won't explain to him that you want love, affection, support. You want all this, and he is not able to give any of the above