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☀︎︎𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥☀︎︎

Hello my name is Stella Blackwell and I am 23. I have short wavy brown hair and big brown eyes. I stand at 5'3 and I have porcelain skin. I am from France so I have a french accent. I recently moved to Russia with my mother. With my dad dying it became to much to stay in France and constantly be reminded. She didn't want to be alone so we decided to live together. I am an only child so it's just me and my mother.

I'm in a grocery store reaching for the last can of soup when someone grabs it. I look at the stranger and I must admit he's stunning. He gives it to me and he says you looked like you needed help. His voice is deep and he has a thick Russian accent. I say I did thank you he says I've never seen you around here before.  I say we've only been here 3 days. He says we? I say My mother and I he says What's your name? I say Stella, what's yours? He says Antonin, how old are you? I say 23, yourself? He says 28, Do you think I could get your number? I say uh sure I give it to him and I continue grocery shopping.

The Next Day

I'm brushing my hair when my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and I press accept. I say hello I hear him say Stella I say Antonin he says what are you doing later on? I say Nothing really he says How about you come over for dinner? I say your gonna cook for me? He says I'd like too I say okay I'll come. He says perfect I'll send you the address. I expect you to be here at 9. I say okay I'll be there at 9 he says good and we hang up. He sends it and I go to look through my closet. I find a dress and I go to take a nice bubble bath. Once I'm done I let the water out and I get out. I blowdry my hair and brush my teeth. I put on light make up and I go out to my room. It's already 7:15 I get dressed and slip on black pumps. I grab my phone and purse and I order a cab. I wait til it's outside and I make my way outside. I get in and it takes me to his house which is about an hour away. We eventually get there and he's waiting. He helps me out and he pays the cab driver. He leads me in and he says Would you like something to drink? I say like what? He starts naming various things and I say Red Wine. He pours me a glass and he pours himself some bourbon. I sit on the stool at the kitchen bar and I watch him cook. That's when I actually get to admire him. His sleeves are rolled up revealing his various tattoos. He's done after maybe 20 minutes. He plates it for both of us and he twists some of the pasta on his fork. He says open and he puts it to my lips. I open my mouth and he feeds it to me. It's something sensual about the gesture. It's actually really good he says Good? I say delicious. He says Good and he refills both of our glasses and we eat dinner together.