by Pamela Ann
“Are you crying because we’re moving into Uncle Gary’s home?”
Uncle Gary was my father’s brother and had been made the executor of the estate. Since Aunt Alice couldn’t bear any children, they were the perfect candidates to take care of us.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure what terrified me most: moving homes or the idea of living with Aunt Alice in their massive mansion. She was always so touchy and wanted hugs and kisses all the time, and I didn’t like it, because what adult liked being kissed by kids? My mom absolutely hated it when I tried to kiss her before. She always accused me of intentionally trying to ruin her make-up, so I ended up giving her small nods, instead. She taught me that adults, especially women, didn’t like to be touched or kissed, because children were dirty and women always needed to look their best.
It was confusing for me because, the day after she told me that, I found her letting Uncle Brandon, my father’s best friend, kiss her on the lips, which only ruined her red lipstick.
My thoughts reverted back to reality when I felt Carter starting to stroke the top of my head. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think we’re better off without them around. You might be too young to understand this, but Aunt Alice will take good care of us, more than Mom could. I’m sad, too, but big boys don’t cry. And, since Mom and Dad are gone, I’m all you have left. I won’t leave you like they did, baby sis. There’s no need to be scared, okay? I’m here. I’ll make sure you’re going to be fine.”
“You promised me once that you won’t ever leave me the way they did.” Tears fell down my face as I bent to kiss his cold forehead. Even up close, he looked as if life had left him. “I need you to keep that promise, Carter. You can’t leave me alone. It’s you and me together, and don’t you ever forget that!” Even though my voice came out shaky, there was a force behind it.
My heart constricted at the thought of life without him. For the life of me, I couldn’t imagine it. I just didn’t get why he had to go to such lengths. He must’ve known he was taking too much. We all knew our limits; therefore, I was having a hard time accepting he would simply coward out and drink himself to stupor.
“Lindsey,” Dimitris spoke behind me before I felt his strong arms around my body, pulling me aside. “You’re shaking. Maybe you need to sit down for a while and gather your bearings.” He guided me towards the nearest chair that was across from Carter’s bed. I barely made a nod, suddenly feeling weak.
I was in a haze, deeply affected by the sight of Carter to the point that the strings of medical personnel that came in and out of the room felt like a movie being played out before me, even as the doctor asked me questions about Carter’s lifestyle and habits. I could barely respond. While I was submerged in this shellshock, Brody came in to join us. I supposed it was his presence, along with Dimitris and knowing what might happen with them in the same room, that took some of the haziness out of me.
“Hey,” Brody greeted me, not bothering with Dimitris as he simply walked past him to stride towards me. Before giving me a chance to say a word, he continued, “I was downstairs getting some coffee to sober up a little. I heard Carter will recover. I know you must’ve been worried, but you know your brother’s not leaving this world without a fight.”
He was right. Carter wouldn’t allow that to happen. I knew that; however, I couldn’t help feeling deeply shaken by it anyway. He was close, so freaking close to losing his life. How could he be so thoughtless?
“I know,” I somehow managed to say, giving him a small smile—a first since I had completely disconnected my relationship with him and Amber. “Thanks for being there for him, and for being there just in the nick of time.” Surprising as it was, I felt no more anger towards him. I supposed it was due to the fact that I was grateful he had been with my brother. Had he not, things might have gotten ugly.
Brody remained between Carter’s bed and where I was sitting. He kept glancing back at his recovering friend before gazing back at me, his eyes full of unexplainable emotions.
“Listen … I was hoping—and I’m sorry in advance for bringing this up—but I was hoping you and I could talk. Not right now—of course not—but maybe sometime soon?” He looked too hopeful and too much of everything that represented my past. I was left speechless, gazing up at him with my mouth half open, before my eyes dragged towards where Dimitris was standing, expressionless as he trained his gaze on us, observing.
“I … um … can I think about it?” I knew it wasn’t the answer he was hoping for, but I wasn’t in my right mind at that moment. Besides, given the fact that Dimitris was there, taking in everything we were doing and saying, it made me feel like a total ass. I knew him enough to know he was showing great restraint, but why? The question boggled me.
The Greek man I was accustomed to was highly possessive of me, to the point of madness. So, why wasn’t he reacting at all? Was he testing me and how I would handle Brody with him in the room? It was baffling, yet I couldn’t worry about it as of that moment. It was almost three in the morning, and the emotional and mental upheaval I had gone through had thoroughly wiped me out. I was exhausted, and the problem of flying to Athens for Christmas still loomed.
I spoke to the nurse who came back to check on Carter before injecting something in his IV, and she reassured me enough that Carter wouldn’t be awake for quite some time. I supposed it was the way she gave me a comforting smile that told me she knew I was worried and that she understood. It gave me a sense of security to drag myself out of the hospital, leaving Brody there since he insisted he didn’t have anything else to do, that he would rather be with Carter more than anything.
After a silent goodbye, Dimitris and I drove to the house I still shared with Amber and Trista. Emma’s room remained vacant; none of us wanted another girl to move in and take the empty bedroom.
It was hard to fully admit that we were all growing up and slightly growing apart. It was inevitable since maturing and living our own lives was part of what life was about. Yet it saddened me to know the little cocoon of security I had, always considering my friends my very own family, was going to expand once we found our own way into the working world. It was a sobering thought, one I wasn’t looking forward to happening. As much as I loved the idea of working and being a go-getter, the daunting prospect of not always having my friends with me when I needed them for emotional support, to gossip, or simply to enjoy our sisterly bond made me feel like an abandoned girl again. It was selfish of me; I wasn’t one to deny that I was being an egotistical woman.
That was why Dimitris bringing up the idea of me moving to Athens always brought out a colossal fear. I would rather live around Malibu where I would still be able to see all of my friends. I knew this long distance arrangement wouldn’t last between him and me. I was hoping we would eventually come to solid ground and he would concede that conducting business in America would be more beneficial to him in the long run.
Seeing how much he argued for spending Christmas with his family—which was a vital thing for them since Greeks were pretty much defined by their large family bond and loyalty—I knew that, as much as he loved me, I couldn’t compete with his entire clan.
So the questions remained, how deep was our love? Would we be able to fight all these odds against us?
Chapter 5
Lindsey
“You’ve been quiet.” I raised my brow at Dimitris who was starting to take off his shoes.
We hadn’t been given the chance to grab any of his essentials when we had left the hotel; as a result, he would most likely sleep naked or in his boxers, not that I would mind. I would rather see him without any clothes if it were up to me, but ever since we had left the hospital, he had been keeping to himself. Usually, he made a comment or so that would evoke a conversation, but that night, he had been more than pensive.
Looking over at him, he seemed to be frowning at his shoes that were tucked neatly close to the door. His expression struck me because I felt like I couldn’t give him what he wanted at the moment.
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br /> “Dimi?” I whispered, as I got close to him, hugging him from behind then tip-toing to kiss the base of his neck. Shutting my eyes, I inhaled the manly scent of him and immediately felt the love I had for him blossom and flourish inside me. God, how I loved that man. I simply couldn’t get enough of him. “I love you so much … so fucking much it terrifies me every single time it hits, like right now.” There was no mistaking that I was epically crazy about him, but at moments like those—where I could truly feel the love flow through my veins, singing, electrifying me to life, as much as I feared it—I had never felt so fucking alive.
“You don’t know how it balms my soul, hearing you say that.” He sounded a bit broken, surprising me.
Still holding onto him, I asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Placing his hand over my entwined hands that were wrapped around his hips, he said, “I felt betrayed … when you didn’t decline Brody’s invitation to ‘talk.’ ”
Betrayed? His choice of words made me tense as my heart started pounding against his warm back. “I’m not going back to him. All he was asking was to talk to me. We never really had the chance, because I was too furious to even look at him. It was the first time we’ve spoken without me slamming the door in his face.”
The days and weeks after learning what had gone on between Amber and him had felt like they both were laughing at me. It had always been clear as day that I was so crazy about him back in high school. Well, pretty much all my life, until Dimitris taught me otherwise.
He took a few breaths, as if to calm himself down before choosing to respond to me. “I just don’t see the point in speaking about the past. It’s not as if you two need some kind of closure,” he expressed almost like he was getting angry, frustrated.
No. I didn’t need closure, but what was his deal? He was still hanging around his ex Claudine, and he didn’t hear me give him crap about it. So what the flying cockatoo?
“Dimitris, I might not need closure, but Brody does. The man is still completely hung up on me. Maybe speaking to him might help him move on. Besides, after seeing Carter tonight, I sure as hell don’t want this happening to Brody, too. I grew up with him, and even though he and I might not be together anymore, I can’t simply ignore him when it’s clearly apparent how hurt he’s been from my crass treatment.” Why was he being such a hardheaded fool about Brody? I mean, I got why he was getting aggravated, since I had been in love with Brody when I had decided to marry him in Greece. However, weren’t we past that? There was no need for him to be jealous, no need at all.
He growled, spouting some Greek words that sounded like he was cussing the gods above before he released himself from my grasp and started to pace across the room. It was amazing and alarming how hot and sexy he looked, even when he was about to erupt into a myriad of words.
“I hate that you still care for him. I shouldn’t care, but I fucking do!” His bright bluer than blue eyes appeared as if they were coming to life. They gripped me. “I hate the fact that you’re here, that I have to fly across the Atlantic Ocean and across America to see you … and yet this bastard lives five—five—minutes from your house. How the bloody hell do you think that makes me feel, Lindsey? You walked out on our marriage because of this man. I saw you … as good as naked … with him … days after you left me. Do you—” he paused, letting his anger flow through his eyes, reaching into my own heart. “Do you know how worthless it made me feel, seeing my wife—my fucking wife—leave me for another man?”
“Dimi …” I begged, but he wasn’t done.
“And tonight, you acted as if none of that happened to me,” he said accusingly. “You pretended as if he was the only injured party, caring only for his wellbeing. But when are you going to put my needs before anyone else’s, Lindsey?”
What was he talking about?
I frowned at him. “I put your needs above mine! Don’t say that. We both know working this out would be difficult. Don’t do this. Don’t accuse me of putting you last. You’re the most important thing in my life—you must know that.”
He paused, breathing heavily as he gazed at me with sadness in his eyes. “You’re right … yeah.” He shook his head. “Yeah … maybe I’m just being bloody selfish.”
I was rendered speechless. How was it that we were even arguing about this? We had missed each other so much, and these precious minutes and hours were always so limited to us that spending them fighting was a total waste.
However, something was nagging at him. For him to even say those things, something must be bothering him. I just couldn’t put it aside, or it would eat at us. It was the last thing I needed. We already lived worlds apart; having trust issues would tremble the very foundation he and I had carefully built. It was best that we both let everything air out before this thing became too difficult to control.
“Since we’re on this subject”—I licked my lips, bracing myself for a confrontation—“mind enlightening me on why there are photos of you exiting Claudine’s place five hours after you went inside it?” My voice shook, afraid of what he would tell me. Although, I was already in too deep, and whatever happened, I was willing to work it out with him. My heart, my soul, and my very existence were on the line. I wouldn’t give him up. I’d rather die than let that happen.
If he was caught off guard by my question, he didn’t appear to be. “I was there for five hours to discuss business with her and half that time was spent consoling her.” He didn’t bat an eyelash nor did he blink; he simply delivered it as if it shouldn’t matter.
However, he was wrong. It mattered major big time to me. That bitch had tormented everything I had with Dimitris. She had always been in the background, ready to catch him whenever he and I fought.
“Consoling her?” My eyes turned to slits. “How exactly were you consoling that wretched bitch, Dimitris?”
He didn’t move from his spot. “I was merely there, hearing her cries, trying to argue with her that she was better off without me, that waiting for me to leave you so she and I could marry wasn’t ever going to happen.”
The French and the Greek media were all over them, speculating when they would get engaged. It didn’t help that Dimitris had introduced her to his family, a rather bright green sign that he had been getting serious with her. It was Claudine everyone favored. So much so that they accused me of stealing him away from her. They believed he deserved someone like her—classy, elegant, and perfect to be his companion and the mother of his children—while I, on the other hand, was the epitome of trash.
The press once addressed me as an áchri̱stos gynaíka, a trashy woman. It didn’t bother me, though when I thought hard about it, wondering if Dimi or any of his family thought it, too, then it somehow didn’t sit well with me. But what was I to do? I couldn’t change who I was. I was loud-mouthed, aggressive, party till sundown woman who wouldn’t put up with crap from anyone. Dimitris knew this about me and had told me he loved all of me, yet I couldn’t help wondering if it bothered him.
“It hurts to think you’d probably be married to her had I not flown in to see you and win you over …” The very idea still gave me nightmares. “Yet what Brody and I had was nothing as serious as marriage. You and Claudine did …” Goose bumps covered my arms; I couldn’t help trying to soothe it away with my cold, damp hands as I watched his facial expression, trying to read what was going on behind those beautiful eyes. “You would’ve been married to her instead of being here. You’d probably be trying to have babies right this moment with your French wife.”
“But I’m not, am I, Lindsey?” he ground out, eyes flashing fire. “I’m here, right here with you.”
“Do you ever regret it, even for a second? Did it ever occur to you that, had you chosen her, your life would’ve been perfect?”
He looked away, sending chills all over me.
He did think of it.
I let out a soft cry, feeling shattered, as though I wasn’t good enough for him.
“It’s hard not t
o think of it when people always bring it up.” He was still looking away when he said the words, glancing anywhere other than at me. “She had months to prime herself as my wife. That’s why it’s very difficult for her to accept that I’d give her up, knowing how much time she and I invested in each other.” He then zeroed in on me, blue eyes pulling me, grappling into the very essence of my soul.
“She would’ve been perfect as my wife, but it’s you that completes me. It’s you that makes my blood simmer and thrum in the span of seconds. It’s you that drives me into utter, damning madness then into blissful ecstasy in a heartbeat. It’s you, Lindsey Mason. Not Claudine. But you,” he rasped out.
“I’ve given up so much to be with you, angered a few people, because it’s you I chose and no other woman. It might sound like lunacy to the rest of them, but you make me feel sane. You drive me into complete disarray, and yet, you alone have the power to calm me down. So whatever doubts you have in that beautiful, crazy head of yours, whatever questions you have about my relationship with Claudine, you must understand that I am yours. The moment you struck me with those gorgeous eyes of yours… You owned me then, and you own me now.
“So, please, give me time to sort out this mess I made of Claudine. It’s the least I can do to compensate her after stringing her along for so long. She deserves a little respect after I abandoned her in such a humiliating fashion.”
I knew he meant everything he had just said, but it wasn’t him I didn’t trust. Claudine was something else. She wanted him as much as I did. We were alike in our desperation for him; however, I was lucky enough that he was in love with me.
Dimitris was nothing but a man, and a man had his temptations. That French woman had given him everything a man could want sexually. She had submitted to him like he was the Dominus and his word was law, and with a ravenous sexual appetite, what man wouldn’t fancy having a woman like that around? One who wouldn’t utter a damn word to refrain him from ravishing her yet would simply spread her legs wide open to accommodate all of his lustful desires.
