“Fuck off!” is what she says to me, while Nikolai quietly looks at me.K’s face tells me that she couldn’t believe what I just said. So she squeezes my hand and goes off blabbering something gibberish,“A, so after all that drama with Seid, and your break up and your fated encounter with Dmitri, and your full obsession of him just some days ago, now you are telling me that you are so over him?”Then she raises the picture in her hand while saying, “And now you are telling me, that you are in love with this guy in this picture?” her eyebrows raise.I know K, and I know how keen she is, and how stubborn she could be, “Yes, that’s what I’m telling you. So, you won’t be seeing him with me, anymore.”I take a sip of the refreshment drink in front of me. But K’s eyes are stuck on me, “Hmm, so where is he now? Why aren’t you with him? Or why isn’t he with you?”“Cause, this time I bet on fate. I need something more convincing than how I met Dee, so I can easily get over him,” my tongue slips
I finally arrive in front of K’s apartment. The taxi parks in front of the building, “Here, please take a ten-dollar tip,” I give my card and instruct the driver. “Thank you, madam, I hope you aren’t so famous,” he teases me, I get my card and winks at him. I walk to the entrance and ride the elevator as calmly as I am. Little did I know the disaster waving at me and my future. Once the elevator dings, I walk out and then go straight to K’s unit. I look for her unit number, and there it is. So I ring the doorbell, and then her voice, which sounds like a spy is heard through the intercom, “Who is it?” she whispers. So I whisper back, “It’s me, your bestfriend, Avery Anderson, over,” then I giggle. I hear the locks being opened. I am about to greet her but the moment the door opens narrowly, she pulls me without any finesse and then looks outside as if I’m being followed. Then she immediately shuts the door and then sighs deeply. She points at me with her finger looking extremely
I go straight to my parents’ mausoleum. It is the place where I go if I don’t want anyone to find me and if I want to cry my heart out. I don’t know what the hell happened, but all I know is I became an internet sensation overnight. My goodness, who would have thought that it will be the end of me, just because of my sexual desires.“Mom, Dad, what should I do? Am I wrong for wanting him? Did I do something wrong? It’s not as if he’s married, right? He’s single. But why is this happening to me? Why?”What should I do? Where should I go? What about my career? Will I still salvage it? What about my business? All these questions pop at the same time.I sit down in the middle of them and succumbs to loneliness. I bury my head on my arms that are placed on top of my parents.But because of too much paranoia, I could feel as if someone’s watching me here, “Don’t tell me the media and paparazzi are already here?” I thought. So I shout, “Respect my parents and leave me be, just wait until
No one talks until we get to his penthouse. We have competition now of who’s best fit for being mute. And despite my gloating right now, I don’t have much choice but to follow wherever he drags me to since I didn’t have my wallet nor my smartphone with me. Once we are inside, he confidently leaves me alone while he goes straight to the tub. He knows I can’t run since the elevator inside his room only recognizes his fingerprint. So I just go inside his study room. I cry and cry until there’s no more left to cry. I blame myself for being such a whore. I blame myself for everything. My throat hurts trying to suppress my weeping sound. I cover my mouth with my two hands and just lay down on the couch. After half an hour, I hear Dmitri comes out of the comfort room, but I have no strength to stand so I just stay there.When he realizes I am in the study room, he follows me. And there, sees the vulnerable side of me, lethargic, demotivated, wasted. He doesn’t say a word and we avoid e
After having breakfast, Dmitri and I really spend the day inside his penthouse. Like he said, he has no intention of going to work today. “Are you sure you are not going to work or what?” I ask him. “Yes, I want to be with you and I also need a break from all those paparazzi,” he explains with a smile on his face like it is nothing. “Okay, so let’s see,” I utter thinking of what to do next, “Aha, why don’t we watch some movies?” I search for the remote around the bedside table and Dmitri is saying something, “I think it is best not to open the televi-” he warns, but before he could finish the sentence, I already clicked the power button. The static sound starts and a woman’s voice reporting fades in until the television shows its true color and sound. “We are now outside the building where the penthouse of the renowned young billionaire Dmitri Sullivan is located. People have divided commentaries about the said bachelor. All the more, their company’s stock market price plummets
“Dee, I need a favor from you,” I ask.He stops what he’s doing and he looks at me, waiting for me to continue.“I, I left my phone at K’s house, is there a phone or a computer I can use to check my e-mails?” I hesitantly ask.He doesn’t seem surprised about it, and then he walks towards the other bedside table and pulls out the drawer.There I see the pouch which I left at K’s. Then he puts it on the bed, “I thought you’d never ask,” he says.“You had this since yesterday? How foolish of me!” I blame myself, “Thank you, Dee. I need to check some important details.”“Do you want to use my laptop on my study table instead?” he offers.I try to open my phone, I thought it was because I turn it off but it seems the battery died indeed, so I accept his generosity, “Uh, yes please, my phone died anyway, thanks, Dee.”We once again go back to the study room, and he turns on the laptop. Then he leaves the room so I can have time.I sit in front of the computer and stare at it for a while. I
During their whole argument, I pretend to be sleeping so I could hear what they are about to say. I understand the severity of this situation, especially to my career, but even more so, to Dmitri’s company. Thanks to his sister, I find a way to make this right. This is at least, one thing I could do for him. So I pretend once again to be waking up and waiting for him to notice me. When he sees that I am already awake, he runs to me and immediately checks me out, with a worried face. “Hey, how do you feel? Can you breathe now? Does your heart still ache?” he asks worriedly. I smile and lean to him, “I am fine, Dee, sorry to make you worry,” I apologize. “I-I read your e-mails, I am sorry for intruding. But what they did was inappropriate. You can sue them for this, I’ll give you my best legal advisors if you want, Avery,” he angrily says. I shake my head. “No, please, let’s stop. I just want to go home, Dee,” I beg him. “But, you are safer here, don’t you think?” he insists.
(Dmitri’s Thoughts)The moment I laid my eyes on her, I was completely astounded by her beauty. I’ve been watching her from afar, but the first time I’d garnered the strength to talk to her was in Austria. The moment she entered the bar, I heard bartenders gossiping about her. After all, she was the most beautiful of them all. Her beauty stood out effortlessly. I had no plans to talk to her, I just wanted to meet and see her, how she really looked like in the flesh, but who would have thought, that would be our first meeting.Well, for her, that is. I reminisced the memory of ever first talking to her, as she took a rest on my bed tonight. This scandal took a toll on her big time, and because of me and my obsession with her, I put her into a difficult spot. Her company wronged her big time, and she took the fall. I hated myself seeing her like this. I think I ruined her. Her glow suddenly fades away when she’s with me. Why am I born like this?When I asked her to live with me, I a