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Chapter 7: A Little Loving
"Tell me again," Dimitri whispered over to me, leaning over the table, giving me his dirty look, so heating to my most private part. He had his professional expression on his face and that was enough to send my hormones haywire. His seriousness had me wondering what he kept hidden of himself, the wild side I wanted to see appreciating my body wildly and erotically. Dimitri glanced down at the table, keeping any of the emotions he might have been feeling off his face, keeping a casual façade as he took a drink of his liquor, waiting for me to speak again. "Tell me again, what you just said, but with more detail."
I took a bite out of the amazing dessert Dimitri had ordered for us, thinking while I chewed on the delicacy. What else does he want me to say? I basically had told him, using nicer and more professional words, I wanted to jump his bones and fuck him senseless, till we both passed out.I glanced around myself, wondering what I could say now, trying to gain inspiration from anything that surrounded me. I saw only a few curious glances trained on the table where Dimitri and I sat, dining at one of those most prestigious restaurant in Las Vegas. I could not find much inspiration from the dullness of rich people.
"I told you already," I finally said, tapping my foot impatiently, anxious for the moment he would invite me up to his room.
"I want to hear it again."
"Fuck no. Please no. I already heard it once. I don't think I could stand it a second time around," came a complaining voice from beside me. "It's like that fucked up book I read in high school, the old timer one, where the G guy reunites with his love, that also happens to be married and they start fucking each other behind her husband's back, but her husband is also fucked up because he is screwing his wife over by turning to a married woman. . .what the hell, how the hell do I remember all this—just please no more romantic words." Kellan shook his head. "Look at that, I made a move my English teacher would be proud of—I made a text-to-world connection. And the girl character in the book even has a flowery name, like you, Rose."
I rolled my eyes, annoyed at having been interrupted. I loved my Kellan but he sure knew how to talk a million words per minute.
Dimitri leaned back in his chair, stirring his drink. "Kellan, I realize you just said over a hundred words, but in reality—you made no sense. And you have Rose just like her husband had her at the meeting of earlier, ready to commit suicide to escape the boredom."
"Rose's husband is boring, regardless of what he is doing. I am glad he has money—he can pay his lovers to pretend he is pleasing them while he is giving them uninteresting sex."
I conjured up a fake, jealous face. "Hey, don't say that about my perfect husband. He loves me and only me. He has nobody on the side. I care about my husband and I get jealous if he talks to other women," I said, a bit disgusted. Who would even lie about being jealous of Stan?
Dimitri gave me an amused smile. "I swear I heard more jealousy when you were telling me to stop talking to the pretty waitress that was flirting with me."
"I was not jealous!" I snapped at him, feeling anger once more. The waitress had been too flirty with Dimitri and I had been a little too jealous of it.
Kellan laughed, at me, I was pretty sure. "Rose is jealous. Priceless."
"If you weren't were aware, 'Priceless' is my word. Do not use it." Dimitri shook his head in shame at Kellan. "And I ask of you, please do not anger this lovely lady or else you'll be my next target after I am done twirling my gun."
"Go ahead. My gun has been aching to play for some time now. Would you care to join me for a duel?"
"I am, according to Rose, a cowboy and a badass at heart. I am sure I can take you."
Kellan turned on me, almost laughing. "Rose, you really said that about him?"
"I care about my husband and I get jealous if he talks to other women," I repeated, ignoring Kellan, hoping to change the subject. I had moments of weakness, when I was with Dimitri, where I said the most ridiculous comments. But it was a lot better than saying anything about Stan; all that lying about Stan made me want to vomit. He was not worthy of anything but criticism.
"Then you must be jealous all the time, seeing as how your husband has the hottest body on this world," Kellan added sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. Stan was the most annoying man in this world and that was all he was good for. "His pocketful of cash is what brings in the ladies. The man derived from evil and he is going to stay that way throughout his life. Evil is not appealing. To me, at least."
"You're ruining my night by talking about that asshole," Kellan muttered, twirling his glass of liquor in his hand. "But what does it matter, my night is already ruined thanks to all the romantic nonsense you have been spilling ever since we left the house."
"If you don't shut up, I am going to shove a tampon in your mouth."
"Okay, Rose. . .that might have made me feel a little bit awkward." Kellan looked over at Dimitri in disgust. "Didn't that make you a little bit uncomfortable, bro?"
"Not really. I grew up with three sisters," Dimitri said, shrugging.
"Rose. . ."
Annoyed, I finally turned on Kellan. "Do you realize you are the unwanted one here? Go find yourself a lady and fuck her until she can't walk."
Kellan grinned. "I love it when I hear you talk dirty. I knew rich girls couldn't be so decent all the time."
"We may be rich, but we're still human. We breath, we eat, we live. Just with a bit more class and arrogance 'cause we have money. But it is all a bullshit act we play, the class part."
Kellan made a sarcastic noise. It almost sounded like a "Pfft". "I look into your eyes and I can see the challenge in them. You have decency only because your husband is a controlling man that has unrealistic fantasies of being the next most infamous dictator controlling the world."
Dimitri was watching the conversation, going from face to face each time one of us spoke. He set his glass down on the table, looking over at Kellan with an amused smile. "Did I mention I carry a water gun? I am sure if I shoot my water gun on one of Alto's business suits, he'll be running like a thousand lamas are after him."
"Lamas?" I repeated, giggling, picturing the scene in my head. Stan would not be happy about that.
Dimitri nodded, giving me a small smile. "Back in my hometown, see I have fantasies of me being a cowboy—back in my hometown, my grandmother and my mother saved up to buy me a lama, because a cow was too expensive at that time, and a horse was really pushing it. I was a kid, I angered the lama, and it started chasing me around. It was quite the experience."
Before he was done saying his story, I was laughing, really loud.
Kellan and Dimitri looked at each other, smiling mysteriously my way.
Laughing—it really cured some of life's hardships, hardships I felt due to Stan's bullshitting ways.
"Your laugh. . .it really is one of the most beautiful sounds that has ever reached my ears."
By the time I was done laughing, a blush had creeped up to my cheeks, consequence of Dimitri's comment.
"Dimitri is right. . .holy shit. That female that just walked in gave me a full salute."
"The seventy year old that just walked in gave you a what?" I asked, only kidding about the seventy year old.
Kellan tore his eyes away from the aforementioned female and looked at me with disgust. "I was referring to the younger one giving me a nice and hard erection."
"I did not want to know that. I should have never asked what 'full salute' meant. . ." I put up my hands in dense, hearing Dimitri's chuckle.
Kellan glanced back at his wannabe lady love and looked back at us. "I am sure you want time alone to ravage each other, so I am going to leave you guys alone. . .I'll call you in the morning, because I know I won't have a place to stay by that time."
"You're disgusting," I told him, not wanting to picture him naked with a girl.
"I am having fun, not like you, uptight rich girl."
"You're insulting her, her who belongs to me," Dimitri told him calmly.
"You just killed the last piece of care I had for you," I said, but I was affected by Dimitri's word. "Her who belongs to me"—the possessiveness he had over me made me feel wanted. I couldn't stand another second of being Miss Perfect Rich Girl. I had to take this man to my room, go crazy with him on my bed, or anywhere he wanted. I knew I was desperate, but hell, being married to a man in resemblance to Stan—it would make anyone desperate to break free and live.
Kellan reached over and pinched my cheek as he stood. "You have to love me because you need me. Who saved your ass from Stan's anger? Who will continue to save you from Stan's anger?"
I rolled my eyes, but muttered a "Be safe" as he walked away.
I watched him depart for a few seconds before I turned back to Dimitri, who was looking at me in the most erotic way, as if he were undressing me with his eyes.
I felt shivers creep over my body, the "I am turned on" way, not the scared way.
"Now that he is gone. . .I can enjoy time alone with you," Dimitri told me. "Why don't I take care of the bill and you can head over to our room?"
I was going to tell him that we should just go together, but there was a lingerie shop I had wanted to visit.
"Meet you there in an hour? No, I can't wait that long," I said, feeling heated again, not anger, but lust. "Meet you there in thirty minutes."
"Take your time, Roza." Dimitri winked as I left his side.
The anticipation was building inside me.
I took as little time as possible in making my way to the room, deciding that the lingerie was useless. In the end, the clothing was going to go off and we would end up naked, regardless of what we had been wearing. Once inside the suite, after a torturous elevator ride, I walked into the restroom, hanging up the expensive dress I had been gifted with tonight. By some reason, Dimitri had this endless supply of cash. When I had asked him about it, he had said something about the guy he had been a bodyguard to had passed and left everything to him because his children were too snotty to deserve anything.
Inside the grand restroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, removing my hair out of its pins, allowing it to veil my shoulder in soft waves. I reached for my tooth brush, cleaning off the uncleanliness of my teeth and mouth. I decided my stilettoes could stay to add a sexier effect on me, on my racy underclothes. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I went to go wait on the bed for my bodyguard, secret lover.
Thirty minutes must have gone by fast, or Dimitri might have been eager. Either way, before long, Dimitri was opening the door. Confused, I watched as he turned his back on me. It took me a second to realize he was unbuttoning his button-up, long sleeve shirt. Why be modest now? I sure as hell was not going to be. He dared glances over his shoulder and when he was done taking off his shirt, he finally gave me his full attention.
"Wow. . ." Dimitri whispered.
"You like?" I asked, giving him a teasing voice and look.
"Very much."
Dimitri walked closer to me.
My hands touched his naked chest when he was standing before me, unhurriedly moving the hand down, going to the button of his suit pants. I looked down shyly, unbuttoning his suit pants, using my fingers to grab both his boxers and pants, slowly bringing them off his body. Goodness gracious—I gasped—the very sight of him had me close to climax.
Dimitri grinned at my reaction, reaching over to stroke my hair. "I was going to order champagne, but I knew it would be forgotten."
"I don't think we will be needing any of that to get the mood going," I whispered.
"No," he agreed, letting his hands roam my body, pushing me down against the bed, effortlessly sliding on top of me to kiss me. I was disappointed when he only kissed me for a minute before he stood up once again, after unhooking my bra, standing before me. He grabbed one of my legs, reaching down to hook his finger through the string of my panties.
I was completely naked and I was worried.
It had been a while since I had been with a realman, with a real loving man—I was self-conscious of myself.
But his gaze soon eased my worries, with his touches, with his kisses. . .while we connected in the most passionate and intimate way.
Dimitri made me feel beautiful.
Dimitri and I continued loving each other, catching mild breaks, but never stopping the touches, the caresses, the kisses. As we loved, we talked about our history, our current life, and our plans for the future. Our time together was casual and intimate, casual often leading to the intimate, and vice versa.
"What you are saying, money makes people assholes," Dimitri said when he asked about Stan and the whole marriage thing. "Why do you say that? I have money. . .am I that bad?"
I was going to open my mouth to agree, because Dimitri was a hundred percent correct, but my thoughts stumbling around wouldn't let me agree. Stan. . .Stan was in my mind.
I did open my mouth, to tell Dimitri the whole story of my marriage. "Stan had been the perfect boy, the kindest I had ever met. My mother loved him for me and she wanted nothing more than to see me with him. Stan never did make a move to harm me or to cause me any hardship. At first, it was a friendly relationship. And then, my father came down for a visit; Stan became obsessed with the money ways. The next day, after spending the whole day with Stan—I really wished I could know the things Stan said to contaminate the mind of my mother—my mother said I had to marry Stan or else she would hate me forever and she would divorce my father."
"It was your mother?" He asked. When I nodded, he urged me to continue.
"I did not want that, of course, I loved seeing the happy relationship my father and mother had and I would hate myself if they divorced. I agreed to marry Stan and within two weeks, we were married. Stan was nice to me until the day my father handed over multi-million dollar company to Stan. In the end, pleasing my mother turned out futile, because she ended up divorcing my father. And here I am—married to an asshole."
"An asshole you can forget about because. . ." Dimitri trailed off as his fingers came into contact with my skin.
I had never loved so much, never felt so much love course through me. The hours flew by but we never noticed. In the morning, it was all giggles and teasing and playfulness. But we were brought down from our morning after sex playfulness when my phone rang.
"Hold up a second. I think Kellan wants to ruin our fun." I planted a kiss on Dimitri's lips, one, two, three. If we kept this up, I was sure no one would be able to get us out of this room.
Dimitri closed his eyes, leaning back against his pillow. "I told you, you shouldn't have brought him along."
"Be nice. He's my only friend." I held up a finger, stopping him from saying anything else, answering the call. "Hey—"
I was cut off by a very angry and pissed off voice.
"Rose! Get your fucking ass home right now!" screamed Stan through the phone.
Ohh...uh, what do you think? I tried to keep it mild because I know some readers are a bit disturbed with detailed sex scenes? If you want detailed, tell me and I will get to it.
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