<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WbGeR0F.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Dominika Nikolaev</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15061990#msg15061990)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Moscow, Russia<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>see image plus worn out white tennis shoes<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan<br/><br/><hr/>It appeared to her that Logan's calm exterior was a mask hiding his  consternation. But he was so very attractive when he got all worked up. When he stood up and slide her off his lap she noted that his hands lingered on her waist. Yes, he was very attractive. She liked it and was amused by him.<br/><br/><em> “Actually, what it sounds like to me is… an excuse.”</em>he said.<br/><br/>She was disappointed when he tossed the glasses on the bed pillow. Not an outright rejection since they were still on his bed she thought. Dominika raised her brow and listened as he talked. His hands dropping from her waist and stepping away. Then came the accusations and assumptions as he expressed his displeasure at the situation. Dom simply put her hands on her hips and listened to the man talk about the situation that he was in when he started comparing her experience to his and laying his claims at her feet. Clearly his mind was made up as he walked away.<br/><br/>Dominika called after him,<strong>"I am not wanting to eat the cake."</strong>Her Russian accent dancing all over hastily spoken words.<strong>"You are just being insecure... I am not you and we are not in same same. Every man will desire my attention so they can stay in villa... and I will have wanting to stay as well...."</strong>She grabbed her sunglasses off the bed and huffed while picking up the pillow. She threw it in the direction of Logan's back, the man already down the hallway and gone. Her grunt of displeasure echoing after him. She raised her voice further,<strong>"This was your chance and you are not taking it. Be man about it... You teetotaler."</strong>A few Russian expletives peppered the room a moment later. She proceeded to throw his other pillow across the room with a thump on the big outward facing bedroom window. The temptation to drag all his stuff out of the drawers and throw it about crossed her mind. Opting to compose herself she went to the powder room, fixed her hair and sunglasses back in place. Dom sat there alone for awhile. Men could be so infuriating at times. Why couldn't Logan be as malleable as the big American man?<br/><br/>Dom made her way to the window to watch the goings on outside.<br/>