His Penthouse

Dmitri forcefully gets me out of his car and carries me in his shoulder like a child. I don’t even know what city we are in, where we stopped, where we went, or where our route was.

All throughout the trip, all I did was piss him off, so he would let me go. But he didn’t. Now, he carries me to this building that I couldn’t recognize because of my tipsiness.

Without any strength left inside my body, I just let him carry me according to his will.

“Where are we going?”, I ask but receive no response at all.

From my position, I could see him press the elevator button, the top button engraved with the letter “P”. I thought, “Are we going to his penthouse?”

A few more minutes, the elevator dings, and he goes out of the elevator. Then he enters another elevator, a smaller one with gold-plated rails on each side.

We enter then alight after just a minute, as the door opens, I try to open my eyes, and a gigantic bed welcomes me.

So it figures, this elevator has direct access to his bedroom, and