Page 65 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Anna smiled. “It’s okay. You don’t anymore.”

“Good.” He kissed her again. “I’d like to make you feel something else...” He pushed her back onto the bed.

“Did I mention I like your new piercings?” She leaned up to kiss him.

“You did. Several times.” He laughed and kissed her neck. “I’ll have to make sure you tell me again tonight.”

Anna slid her hand down his torso. “Or now?”

Peter groaned. “I wish we had time.” He sat up and pulled her with him. “But we need to get to class.”

Chapter 35

Rehearsals for Swan Lake flew by, and before Anna realized it, opening night had arrived. In the early afternoon before the first performance, Peter and Anna went home to relax before they had to return to the theater to get ready. They were naked in bed, Peter poised to thrust into Anna, when someone knocked loudly at the apartment door.

Peter shook his head and Anna moaned as he pushed into her body. “Whoever it is can come back later.” He groaned and kissed her as he slowly thrust in and out. Anna wrapped her legs around his waist and met his rhythm with her hips.

A few minutes later, the knocking repeated. Anna looked up at Peter, who shook his head again. “You feel too good to leave...” He quickened his movements.

A few minutes after that, as they moaned and thrust hard against each other, Peter’s phone rang. It was Dariya’s ring. Peter cursed. “I’ll call her back.” He kissed Anna as he thrust even harder. Within minutes, they both cried out loudly and Peter rested his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily. “This is a really strange time for her to call.” He rolled off Anna and picked up his phone from the nightstand and looked at it.

Another knock at the door. Peter cursed in Russian and stood. “Whoever it is, I’m going to fucking kill them,” he muttered. He pulled on his sweatpants and went to answer the door. Anna heard Peter exclaim, “Dariya!” and then him speaking rapidly in Russian.

Oh, no! Anna jumped off the bed and searched for her discarded clothes. She found her sweatpants, but her shirt and bra were out in the other room. She pulled another shirt out of the dresser and yanked it over her head.

Dariya sounded very upset, at least by her tone. Then again, Russian kind of always sounded angry.

Anna stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. She hesitated to go out into the living room. But she was curious about what Peter’s wife looked like.

She didn’t have to wonder for long. Peter walked into the bedroom with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sure you heard?”

Anna had sat down on the bed and nodded. “Why is she here?”

He frowned. “She wanted to see me dance. And surprise me.”

“She doesn’t sound very happy.”

“Well, I did just answer the door covered in sweat from making love to you.”

“Doesn’t she know we live together?”

“I’d told her that, but I don’t think she put two and two together. She?—‍”

A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes stepped into the bedroom doorway. She stood tall, her curvaceous figure accentuated by the tight jeans hugging her long legs, while a low-cut red peasant blouse showcased her impressive cleavage. Anna couldn’t help but stare. Peter had fallen in love with her when he had Dariya waiting for him at home? Why?

Peter ran his hand through his hair, looking back and forth between the two women.

Anna bit her lip. “Peter, do you want me to leave?” She didn’t want to be in the way.

He sighed. “Dariya, this is Anna Kunzberg. Anna, this is Dariya.”

Anna stood and gave her a timid smile.

Dariya looked her up and down and then looked back at Peter. “Is rather fat for ballerina, da?” Her voice was low and thick with an accent.

Peter gasped. “Dariya! That was rude.”

Anna put her arms around her stomach. Her face had filled out and she imagined she did look rather fat for a ballerina.

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