Something More

Demi

I am amazed that Demitri didn't even seem phased by the fact I don't want kids or to get married. I'm used to the usual bullshit of 'Oh, you're a woman; of course, you want to', which isn't true.

Part of me was sure he would want a kid, the Don usually passes the title down to their child, so how will it work if he doesn't have a kid?

"You're thinking too much," his words have me laughing. "I can see by your expression. Just ask rather than go over it," he smirks, and I nod.

"When we get into the room," I reply. We're waiting for the lift. I hear it and relax.

"Sorry, guys, this lift is taken. Wait for the next one." A man's voice almost makes me groan until Demitri walks forward and steps into the lift. I stare at him, confused.

He chuckles slightly and the guy stays standing outside the lift as the door closes.

"I thought the lift was taken?"

"It is, by me. My hotel, remember?" He puts the key in, and the lift moves. Ah, yeah, he can't do that with others in the lift, or he can