Being a rather wayward, independent and stubborn woman, most men were attracted to such a difficult woman for some reason. Because of your desire for freedom, you always turned your nose up at any cavalier. Until one day you fell into this web yourself.

When you met your future husband at one of the business meetings and barely had a conversation with him, you realized that you care about him. You didn't lose touch with him yourself, you showed it in every possible way, you didn't hide your feelings. And when he reciprocated, then you didn't need anything else besides him at all. However, the happiness of marriage passed quite quickly when you realized that he loves his job more, and you are rather a decoration for both the house and for some official events. You couldn't even deny the fact that he was making out with another woman somewhere on the side.

Feeling connected to him made you feel sick and want to run away, hide, where you would be accepted and truly loved. After so much strong love, you were no longer that stray kitty that does not bend under anyone's rules. Now you were at home, used to living close to someone and a trembling feeling inside.

Someone had to be on your side. And that person turned out to be Leon, whom you have known for a long time. Tender feelings arose by themselves after a few of your confessions about the injustice of life.

The kitchen is filled with a delicious smell that makes your mouth water, because you are standing at the stove in Kennedy's apartment. The agent was in the shower while you were intending to feed him homemade, real food.

The feet made a couple of slaps on the floor. Already dressed in clean clothes, Leon entered your abode. You leaned your lower back against the bedside table, looking at the newcomer. "I want to see you next to me every day, not just when you have "business trips"," he shortened the distance, his palm rested on your neck, his thumb gently stroked the skin, and the tart smell of men's shower gel and some other remedy hit your nose.