by Pamela Ann
This—this was all the reassurance I needed. Even great men fall, I knew that by heart.
But he was right, I didn’t need empty loaded promises but rather I’d have him show me that he wasn’t going to opt to go to this hell storm of a path because he and I fought or that we had a disagreement that unsettled him. It should be me—and no other woman—he should confide in. It’s just how it’s supposed to be. And since he and I were still a work in progress, I was confident enough to think that he and I had immensely learned from this. And I truly hoped that there wouldn’t be another reoccurrence of this sort of behavior because I could only take so much betrayal until I’d be willing to throw in the towel.
I loved him more than life, that’s unquestionable, but I wasn’t one to use this emotion to filter stupidity out and use it as a blindfold to pardon his next indiscretion. He may not have fully disclosed what had happened but the images that still burned so vividly in my mind was enough reminder that one should always expect the unexpected, particularly when there’s another woman involved that’s bent on making my life Hell.
Nikki Pavlova had paved the way in opening my eyes for scorned lovers. When she threw her poison around, Emma could barely withstand it. But I wasn’t my best friend. So whatever Claudine had in mind next, she better think again cause I wasn’t one to tolerate underhanded bitchiness. I’m more of face-to-face kind of gal with a little action on the side.
But as for now, Claudine and the rest of the haters could kiss my nice smooth ass because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not by a long shot. I was here to stay and fight for my man and if she chose to play dirty, she could think again.
Chapter 18
Lindsey
“I have five minutes before my meeting starts—I just want to hear your voice is all,” Dimitris murmured into the phone, making me light up like Christmas morning at the loving sound of his tone.
He had left three hours ago, though reluctantly, to go to the office. That time in the bathroom was spent with him on his knees and with my splayed wide open on the bathroom marble counter, while he paid homage to my pussy with the use of his torque-like speed of a tongue, giving me a whiplash with each powerful flicker.
I wasn’t sure how many times I came, but I knew that he enjoyed tasting and savoring each orgasmic high that made me treble deep within. He ate me up, lavished on me like no man ever did. His sex, his tongue, his fingers were all equipped with unparalleled skills to drive me into screaming, panting, quaking hapless of a woman at his mercy.
And by the time he left for work, I could very well melted off the counter and I wouldn’t chirp a sound because the word satisfaction wasn’t even enough to describe the airy, floating feel I was feeling after his whiplash of a tongue. Even after coming for the sixth or eight, I mean who was counting? I still reeled—throbbing before this intense feeling of hunger for his cock to drive in between my legs got me wanton and horny again. But since he had left for work, I was left in my own devices, leaving me to be satisfied.
Upon seeing his name flashing on my screen, I had this overpowering feeling of wanting to ask him if I could make a quick hasty visit to his office for a rush hush session but I was rather feeling shy, which was so unlike me. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want to appear too excessive that one could label me a sex addict. Okay, maybe I was one but I was only addicted to one particular cock, named The Mount Olympus Phallus AKA Dimitris Kosta’s rock-hard tool of perfection.
This call might seem like it was such a small tiny thing but for me, it reaffirmed my belief that he and I will be okay. “I’m glad you’re thinking of me even though you should be focusing on work,” I lightly teased, sensing him smile when I heard a soft chuckle from his end.
“I want to focus on you—and I will very soon. Let me see what I can do if I can get off work for a few days. How does that sound? I want to take you somewhere…”
It would be lovely to spend some interrupted quality time with him. “Anywhere with you sounds perfect, Dimi.” Gah, I sounded so sprung but I couldn’t help it. I was crazy for him.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said before I heard someone inform him in the background that the meeting should be starting soon. He then thanked him before getting back to me. “So, do you have any plans for today? I could make a call to Pappou or mamá to let them know that you’ve arrived so they can take you out for lunch…I don’t want you alone in the house, you might get too lonely.”
How thoughtfully touching. “Thanks babe but I was actually considering going to the salon. Hope that’s okay? Maybe we can meet your family for dinner later?” I wasn’t considering any drastic change but I wanted a new hairstyle and maybe a new hair color. The only thing virgin in me was my hair, and I was about to strip it from that novelty.
“Dinner sounds good but I want to share this alone with you,” he said before grumbling a complaint that he didn’t want to go to some tedious meeting. “I suppose I should get back to work. Expect me home no later than six tonight. Be ready then so we can head to dine somewhere nice before heading to Pappou’s place for coffee and a nightcap perhaps. And please, make use of the driver at your disposal. If you go to vanity mirror, check the drawer below it. I had my secretary call the credit card company to have your name added on to my accounts. So please don’t use your money—and I please don’t argue with me with this. I want to take care of you. I work to bloody hard if you’re simply not going to enjoy and reap the rewards of my hard earned money. Get whatever you like yeah? There’s no limit, so shop until it bores you to tears.”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I do love to shop but I won’t use it for every purchases I make—this is the only compromise I’ll make with you or I won’t use it at all. Don’t get me wrong, I loved to be spoiled and I love even more that you oblige whatever I desired, but I’m not the kind to take advantage of that. Whether you love me or not, I don’t need a sugar daddy even though you’re sweet as sin.”
He groaned. “Sweet as sin…woman you’ll very much taste how sweet I can be once you get on your knees and work for that kind of sweetness. Thinking about you blowing me good already made my cock mighty hard.”
Perfect. Now it wasn’t just me that would be looking forward to seeing him tonight. I needed him hungry so he could match the fire that needed to be unleashed within me. “Hold on to that image of me babe—cause I’ll do you good and then some. But in the meantime, let me go head for the shower, grab a light snack before heading to the salon.”
“I always think of you…I always do.” He confessed making me immensely blush.
“Ditto Greek McHottie,” I uttered, beaming from ear to ear before he finally gave me a final goodbye.
This new phase we were on felt like we were falling in love again but in a much deeper level, as if our relationship had gone past the physical and emotional stages. It was as if it had simply dug itself into our psyche, submerging itself into our sub conscious and giving us that feel of security, hopelessness and pure bliss, nourishing the soul. It felt movingly elemental like as if this was what we were trying to achieve all along.
Could it be possible that love becomes stronger, infallible, because of betrayal and that moment where one’s hanging by the thread and everything’s on the line—and in that very specific moment, everything—every single damning thing that mattered becomes magnified into one sole focus with one solitary purpose. And the moment one hangs on a hairsbreadth, one realizes what they truly longed for. What they truly wanted in life.
I read in one fashion magazine articles about wives who forgave their husband’s infidelity and how that one decision had changed their marriage for the better. How it became stronger as if they were a rock on a solid foundation. They stated that as long as there’s love, there’s always hope for survival as long as there won’t be a repetition of that infidelity.
Whatever the answer was for us, I knew we were heading forward and it was best that I address this to the woman who had no qualms in causing problems f
or the two of us.
Chapter 19
Lindsey
The salon appointment merely lasted the entire afternoon. I had always loved my glossy dark brown hair but I had this inkling to change it, as if going with the tide of the current events of my life. When the stylist showed me photos of the current hair trends, I opted to lighten my hair with the color that was almost blonde but gearing towards chestnut brown with golden caramel highlights and lowlights.
I admit at first I was petrified going through the process alone and it even came to a point where I couldn’t look at the mirror in fear that I might truly despise this new change of looks, but upon the nice stylist’s persistence, I found myself truly loving this new hair on me. The dark hair gave me the slick, sophisticated mysteriousness but with this new color, it made me look pretty and fun, almost approachable even if I didn’t give that evil wicked eye I usually give men when I didn’t want to be bothered.
It was true what they say, that when your appearance changes, so does your mood and how one carried oneself. After paying the salon, I left the place feeling as if I was light-footed before heading to a nearby boutique to browse for a new dress that would compliment my new do. I had tons of dresses but I had this fanciful idea that maybe I’d opt for something sexier instead of the usual classy slim-cut dresses that I usually go for. I wanted Dimitris’s jaws to drop when he sees me tonight and I wouldn’t settle for anything less. And right in the middle of my frustration after searching for almost half an hour the perfect thing to wear tonight, my gaze landed on a short champagne number with intricate silver beading. The front dipped low enough to show off cleavage but since I lacked in that department, it passed for demure since my knockers weren’t that impressive to size. The back itself was a large V that showed great amount of skin. The beautiful beading was appealing, so much so that I could easily get away by not wearing a damn thing underneath it and no one would know. Taking the dress with me, I paid at the till, massively grinning as I exited the store.
Dimitris’s driver had parked a few blocks away and upon heading towards where it was located, I heard someone call me.
“Lindsey Mason? Lindsey Mason!” A male voice tried to get my attention coming from behind me.
Merely stopping to twist around to face the person asking for me, I was surprised to find a bearded man with a large camera hanging around his neck before he started snapping photos of me.
“Are you here to try and steal away Dimitris Kosta again after he had reunited with his French girlfriend?” he barked out while he kept snapping away.
My body turned cold, instantly on guard. “Excuse me—No. What the fuck? Get your information right you worthless piece of shit.”
He smirked, uncaring about what I thought of him. “How many boyfriends do you have at the moment?”
I was about to yell at him when out of nowhere, two more paparazzi joined him, throwing questions at me while I stood rooted on the spot as the bombarded me form one question to another. Maybe it was the shock that they found me, or the thought that they found me and I had no one to help me block them out…or the actual fact that they truly believed that it was me who meant to break Claudine and Dimitris apart, when in actuality, it was the other way around.
“You look like you’re going somewhere tonight, will it be because you’re planning to see Dimitris? Do you think he’ll be interested in you again?
“Is it true that you cheated on him several times that’s why his family loathes you?”
“How do you feel that most of Dimitris Kosta’s loyal fans despise you and don’t approve of you because you’ve proven to be too slutty to be with him?”
I almost ran from there, while I forced myself not to cry even through the tears were threatening to come out, burning my eyes as I scanned for the driver and the car. The second I spotted him, I barely said anything but barely nodded when he asked me if I wanted to be driven back to the villa.
Feeling bereft didn’t cut it. No. It was more than that. I was so shaken that I was beside myself, fidgeting and about to have a panic attack. I had never encountered them this way. Of course being friends with Emma and Bass made me familiar with the paparazzi but it was always aimed at them and never me. Being granted the same horrific spotlight sure as hell didn’t feel good most especially when they throw names at you. How dare that stupid guy call me a slut? He could fuck himself. At one point, I wanted to fight back but I knew that would only put me in a position where it would make matters worse and I could simply appear like the ultimate villain, fighting off the people that were so invested in Dimitris’s love life with Claudine.
I got the fact that sure the woman was gorgeous, though I had to begrudgingly admit that, she also was the perfect candidate for Dimitris because she could very well tolerate all of his nuttiness and inferiorities. When they started dating, everything had been captured under the spotlight since Dimitris always took her to these large events that lured the media. While, I, on the other hand, had a relationship with him without the glamor of that hype. We never got the chance to. And the instances that he did ask, I was always reluctant to go with him. I wasn’t sure why but I was comfortable the way we were. There was no need to flaunt our relationship to anyone, or no point in trying to prove that we loved each other. To me, all that mattered was that we both knew that we cared for one another—that we’re both willing to move heaven and hell to be together. Knowing he and I had that, I sure didn’t feel the need to throw that into the media so Claudine could sulk in it.
But after this traumatizing incident, it made me wonder if I had made the wrong decision into making our relationship private.
Once I got back to the villa, I immediately sought the bedroom, barely greeting Thea before I sunk into bed before letting my tears go. Their questions were hurtful. Not one—not even one—had anything nice to say to me. Rotten bastards!
Sniffing, I made a decision that I wouldn’t let this minor annoyance ruin my night with Dimitris. With another hour to go before he’d get here, I pulled myself together and started to get ready.
Neither Claudine nor the paparazzi could stop me.
*
Approximately one hour later, I was putting on the finishing touches of my outfit, pairing the dress with nude pumps and my hand me down four-karat diamond studs from my grandmother. The ensemble was better than I hoped for. I looked smashing, if I say so myself.
Feeling a little over confident, I immediately went out to greet Dimitris the second I heard him call out my name upon entering the bedroom. “Hey Greek man, you’re back.” I almost ran up to him, carefully kissing him on the lips so that I wouldn’t smudge my lipstick. “How do you like the hair?”
He paused, pulling me back a little so he could fully check me out from head to foot, looking intensely silent as he scrutinized me. His expressionless face was putting me on the edge. “Well?” I prompted impatient, wondering if he hated it already.
Pressing his lips together, he gave me an unsure look. “I don’t know,” he finally said, instantly making me feel like I had made the biggest mistake. “This new look you have, Lindsey…how do you think I’d find it? I mean I have a hard time fighting off men to have you all for myself…this new change could most likely just push that possibility off and what do I do then, hmm? I could very well end up in jail.”
“Now you’re just being silly…” I blushed, feeling a little tizzy. “You can just say that you like it…there’s no need to go all crazy for compliments. There’s nothing I’d love more than you having a hard time resisting to devour me.” Beaming, I placed a soft kiss on his lips, as I tried to push away the thought of what had happened earlier on this afternoon.
He made a sour face before pulling me against his chest. “I don’t like men lusting after what I have…the Greek in me takes over and it always gets me in trouble. You’re mine but other men don’t give a fly arse about that. I bet Brody hadn’t cared either, am I right or am I right?”
“Well that’s d
ifferent. He’s in love with me,” I blurted out without thinking.
His eyes darkened. “Exactly…rather hard to paw off stubborn men even though they know you’re fully taken and not to be shared.”
It would be nice if he’d let Claudine know that too. “Does the same sentiment apply to you, Dimi?”
“It does…” he replied with grimness to it. “Things will change from now on. I promise you that…I don’t want to cause anymore heartache.”
Thank you, Jesus. He better push that bitch to the side or I might start demanding things with him. Not bothering to respond, I nodded at him. “Ready? What time’s the reservation?” I changed the subject not wanting anyone to ruin our first night out after coming back here for months.
