DemiWe've finished eating now and have just sat talking. My dad seems to be coming around to Demitri. Out of everything, his age is the least of his worries."We're going to get home. What is your plan?" My mum looks at me."She's staying with me in a hotel I own close by for the night," Demitri answers. I look at him. "We need to talk, do we not?" he asks, and I nod.We do, so I nod."Well, thank you for such a wonderful evening, Demitri," my mother smiles and hugs him, and my dad shakes his hand."The car is waiting outside to take you back," Demitri smiles at them, and they walk away. "Come on then," Demitri says as he grips my hand and pulls me away from the restaurant to the small bar area.Sitting, I look at him."I did mention that this wouldn't work going forward, us two just kidnapping each other once a month." He smiles at me, and I nod."I know, but..." But... but what? I rub my face and try to figure things out. "So we're dating?" I ask, and that feels weird to say out lo

DemiI woke up with this morning playing in my mind. He did what he said. I'm not sure how long we were in that room. I know by the end I just passed out his arms as he stepped into the lift. I can't remember after that. My hair is slightly damp, so he must have showered with me.My body hurts, but that just makes me smile more because it reminds me of last night.Getting up, I look around and see a note on the side. Picking up I smile while reading it.I had to go do some work. When you leave, a guy named Sean is downstairs. He will drive you to work if you wake up before your shift ends.Getting out of bed, I glance around and realise I have nothing to wear. I reach for my phone and see the message from him saying clothes had been sorted and put with his.Walking over, I open the door and stare. That's too much. I doubt I will stay here enough. Walking in I get dressed and leave. As I get downstairs a man steps in front of me."Demi, right?" I nod at his words. "Car is this way," he

DemiI finish work, grab Yas, and we go straight to the bar. I'm done. I've had enough stress today. I don't care anymore."This new guy is an asshole," Yas looks at me."I'll be quitting, Yas. I'm just letting you know I am not working for him. As soon as I get another job, I'm gone!" I explain, and she nods. After I moved to my desk, he began to go over the rules making us aware we're basically his workers and follow his orders.Then we had a shouting match because he was pissed off that the buyer pulled out at the other location. He blamed me, saying I said it was a done deal and clearly wasn't. It was as if I had been the one there. It was a done deal and ready to be signed; they pulled out because I guaranteed I would guide them through it, and he removed me."Just let me know before you leave." She finishes her drink, and the guy at the bar refills it. "Now, you and Demitri?" She smirked at me, and we moved to a table."Well, my mum and dad seem to like him and not freak out abo

DemiI realised that most of the issues were Dean's. The head was Dean. Sure, part of it is Demitri, but it started because of Dean. While I wanted to argue and fight with Demitri, I couldn't because he was trying to protect me.Sure, whoever it is wouldn't want to hurt me if it wasn't for him, but it's too late to do much about that now. I walk upstairs, and turn towards his room but stop, he kidnapped me. Who said I was to behave?Laughing, I walk through the hall and open a door. Walking in, I glance around the room. It appears to be a guest room. Walking out, I go into another room, this one an office. Stepping in, I close the door and begin looking around.Opening the drawers on the desk, I stop when I see the gun. Where do people usually hide things? I feel around the drawers but don't feel any catches or anything that could be a hidden compartment.So, I begin to lift the photos off the wall slightly and peer behind them. When there's nothing behind them, I walk to the bookcase

DemiI get to work on time, with a few minutes to spare. Sitting at my desk, I prepare for today."Demi, a word," his voice travels to me, and I stand walking to my office, or at least it used to be. I step in and sit down. He stands and walks around, closing the door and blinds.Great, I'm getting told off again. I fight back the laugh."Today, I will be observing you as you work. These are the properties that we're trying to get signed." He hands me the papers."Why are you watching me?" I ask."Your sales seem...Too good," he mutters, and I laugh."What? Do you think I'm creating fake people and buying buildings and homes myself?" I laugh slightly."This isn't a game or a joke." He glares towards me."And if I refuse?" I ask, and he points towards the door."Then you know where to leave. Just don't come back when you're struggling for money," he explains, and I sigh."Fine," I go to stand, and he stops me."You're staying in here and working from in here. These are clients who want