Looking out of the rolled down window of the car, Dmitri lets out a sigh. "How much long is it going to take?" He asks Damon who is in the driver's seat. "Um, maybe just two more minutes? Yeah, that is what the digital map on my phone says. If it is accurate, the bar is just around the corner here." Damon informs him even if he himself is unsure about it. "There! I can see that bar sign from here!" After driving for just a minute more, Damon exclaims causing Dmitri to see straight ahead through the glass hood of the car. And that is when he sees the sign of the bar. Which appears to be not just a bar but actually a strip club! With narrowed eyes, Dmitri assess it from the exterior. "I don't even know how she found about such a place to begin with!" Damon mutters in a low voice."Can you tell me how the hell were you able to contact her? Her phone is still switched off!" Dmitri tells him while showing him his phone screen which is now dialing Itzel's number but is going straight to v
The loud piercing music starts to irritate Dmitri but he keeps going further into the pub in search of Mr. Singh. He has to finish his job today at any cost! After hearing what all that vile man has put his own wife through, Dmitri's blood is boiling more now. After a minute or two of wandering around the bar space, Dmitri finds his target sitting on a love couch with a blonde woman by his side who is giving him a massage which does not seem at all appropriate. With a disgusted face, Dmitri makes his way to where he sits. Mr. Singh is leaning over to that blonde woman to whisper something into her ears but stops as his eyes find the sight of Dmitri walking near him. To say that Mr. Singh is surprised..."Ruci Dmitri?" He asks him while standing up from the couch. "Am I seeing things now, huh?" He lets out a dry laugh, lacking any sort of humor or amusement. But one thing that Dmitri can tell that he is surely surprised to see him here. "Yes, it is surely me here! How about you? What
"Hmhmhmm..." Humming a random tune to himself, Dmitri goes on to prepare the special dish of turkey for lunch. He is not humming because everything in his life is sorted and smooth but because he is confident in himself that he will make it into reality. Not just his dream to marry Itzel but to make her fall for him again. And he thinks that it is a good thing that now the truth is out infront of Itzel. Now Dmitri does not have to pretend to be someone else infront of her or anyone else. But even if he is not Mr. Taylor anymore, he will always be Itzel's Mr. butler! So, to prove this to her, he is cooking for her today. After finishing off with preparing of the lunch, Dmitri removes the apron from his body and makes his way up the stairs to the room where Itzel is staying here. Currently, they are at Damon's because he has insisted them to stay here for the day but Itzel did not agree for that. So, now they are staying in his apartment till evening. And Dmitri here is preparing lunch
Fidgeting with her clammy hands, Itzel keeps pacing back and forth in the small space of the tiny room that she has been given for temporary use. Her turn to fight is yet to come so she has thought of making good use of her free time by first informing Damon that she has come here for the fight and tell him not to tell anything to Dmitri since he appears to be more fond of him now than ever he was, and then do some warming up before stepping up to the fight. But here she is! Pacing around the room as her mind is just so full of things she does not want to think of right now! Sometimes, Itzel just wishes that there should a switch off button in her head so that she could shun out those unwanted thoughts in the unwanted places. Right now, all she could think of is how she has shared a deal lot of things about her life with him. Thinking that he is Mr. Taylor, their butler. But actually he was Ruci Dmitri all this time. And how come she did not even suspect him of being an imposter? Itze
"And please, don't ever doubt it, Itzel. I really love you!" Dmitri tells her with a certain firmness in his voice as if sensing what exactly she is thinking right now. Looking up, Itzel's eyes meet his and they both stare at each other like they are seeing each other for the first time in a long while. And it is quite true though! Even though they were staying together, Itzel had no idea that Mr. Taylor is actually Ruci Dmitri, and Dmitri although has known Itzel since a month now after living apart from her for two years, he could not lived freely with her. "If you killed him and you are a hitman then who is it who had put a hit on his head?" Itzel questions him again. Sighing, Dmitri stands up straight while still holding her arms in his hands as he very gently put an antiseptic cream all over around her wounds which do not look bad but still must be hurting. Dmitri has seen it all. He has seen the way she was fighting there. Needless to say, Itzel is much more skillful than to be
The sight of the hospitals are not the best for Itzel whatsoever. It can be because the one time that she was in the hospital it was because she had got into an accident which led to a many changes in her life, which are necessarily not good at all. Itzel had suffered from a dark phase of depression for almost a period of more than two months. And during that time, she had had a lot of bad thoughts passing through her mind every two seconds of the day. She had even tried to cause harm to herself more times than she could remember. And, sleeping was like an immense torture for her. She could not sleep without having to encounter dreams, which were not exactly dreams but horrible nightmares. At least for her they were horrible. Itzel turns her head around to her left to see the figure of a man sitting right next to her on a hospital bench quietly. The man who is responsible for that particular phase of her life, but somehow she understands that it is somewhat her own fault too! Itzel
"Oww!!" Itzel yelps out a little when the car comes to a sudden halt. She turns her head towards the driver seat and glares at Dmitri who is responsible for this jerk by applying the brakes all of a sudden. "What the hell is your problem?" She screeches at him but Dmitri too glares at her in return this time causing Itzel's eyes to flicker a little. "Why did you say that he is your future husband? Because as far as I know, you were marrying him because of your father who is not a problem anymore. And, moreover, Archer has no interest in you or in any girl for that matter. Then why would you call him your future husband, huh?" Dmitri asks her with a bitter edge to his tone. Well, not like he can help it. The woman he is head over heels for is talking about another man being her future husband! Which man would be able to hear something like that?"But why do you care? Even if we marry each other, that would be our problem! And not yours. So, stop worrying about us and focus on yourself
Taking another big sip of her red wine, Itzel lets her eyes wander around the big luxurious restaurant in which she is sitting right now. She has come here with Archer tonight. They have had a delicious dinner and are now just sitting and chatting while sipping on their glasses of wine. "So, you were cheated by your husband, sorry, ex-husband and got divorced right after that, and then you met with an accident and then suffered from severe depression." Archer says, much like repeats to himself as he tries to wrap his head around what all Itzel has just finished telling him about her past life. "Uh hmm, he did not cheat on me." Itzel tells him with a distant and solemn look on her face. "To cheat someone you need to love that someone first. And in our case, there was no love. I mean, sure I loved him but he never reciprocated my feelings." She explains before gulping down the rest of the wine from her glass in one breath, clenching her eyes shut as she feels the liquid running down h