by Pamela Ann
After my long hot shower, I sought something I hadn’t seen in a year. My wedding ring. Mihi es et tibi sum engraved inside. You are mine and I am yours in Latin. Cradling it in my palm, I kissed it as tears slowly slid down my face.
“Mihi es et tibi sum,” I whispered slowly. “You are mine, Dimitris.”
I silently vowed.
I’m going to fight for you, O sýzygós mou.
Chapter 26
A few hours after I found my wedding ring, I got online and booked myself for the next flight out to London then to Athens. I left my house before the crack of dawn and drove towards LAX, more determined than I had ever been in my life.
I landed in Athens right around two in the afternoon. Checking into my hotel then depositing my things in the room, it was almost five when I got to Dimitris’s office. It was the same one where I had signed my divorce papers. Ha, the irony. The joke was definitely on me.
With purposeful strides, I sought the concierge desk, hoping to see Dimitris.
“What time’s your appointment?” The sleek woman with a dark bob arched her brow at me, bitchy.
Okay, I was going to try and play nice. “I don’t have one. I didn’t think I needed one.”
“Sorry, but you have to make one to be able to see Mr. Kosta. He just doesn’t see anyone. He’s a very busy man.” She went on, blinking her pretty long lashes at me as if I looked too lowly to be able to see Dimitris.
Okay, making myself pretty after a long flight from Los Angeles wasn’t on the top of my list. So this bitch could just suck on it! “Call and tell him that Lindsey Mason is here.”
She shook her head. “Sorry, we just don’t accept random people.”
Mother hell, she was beyond unreasonable. “You better make that call or so help me God I will call Elias Kosta and have you fired right this instant.” The daft woman momentarily paused before muttering something in Greek.
Good, name-dropping Elias’s name had worked. At this point, I’d drop everyone’s name, even Bass’s, to get me through to Dimitris. I was on my last rope here.
“Ms. Mason, his secretary said you aren’t on the list of people that could be put through,” she informed me, eyes glittering with amusement, possibly thinking I was pure bullshit.
Fucking hell. Whatever. “I’m his ex-wife! Surely, I don’t need to make one?” I screeched at her, enough for that damn secretary of his to have heard me and my rants.
The receptionist’s mouth made a perfect “O” before she alerted the secretary again.
Just like that, things worked my way. A tailor-dressed man escorted me to a private lift. I wasn’t paying attention about where-to or how-to at this point because I was busy rehearsing my speech that I had practiced in my head.
When I arrived on the top floor, I was greeted with silence. There was no one around. Cautiously, I stepped out of the lift, hesitant as to where the hell I was. Where was the damn secretary from earlier?
I literally jumped out of my skin when I heard a booming voice behind me.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Dimitris was leaning against the glass frame, eyeing me with reservation, distant.
Dear God, I’m so in love… and so fucked… and I love it. How could he go to work looking like that? I wondered when I saw him, feeling a little crazy already. My eyes devoured him on the spot. How could I even think I could forget a man like him? Where was my brain then? God, I was beyond stupid.
Licking my dry lips, I responded in earnest, “I wanted to talk.”
Without blinking, he effortlessly shot back, “You know my number; you could’ve called.”
I had been too paranoid thinking that he wouldn’t pick up my call, that’s why I had hopped on the next flight out to Athens. Also, the fact that I needed whatever excuse to see him. “Are you busy? I’ll can come back some other time.” Again, I was too caught up in my own mind that I forgot to consider if he was in the middle of something.
Dimitris laughed, darkly. “You think I’d be busy when you announced yourself as my ex-wife? You’re here to cause trouble, aren’t you?”
Shit. I didn’t mean trouble, not like that. “I didn’t think—your receptionist was being difficult. What the hell did you expect when she was being a total bitch?” I complained, remembering how difficult the woman was.
He shrugged, nonchalant. “They’re paid to do their jobs.”
Dimitris strode past me towards the bar, making me drool in my mouth and my nether region.
What was I thinking coming here? What did I expect? Just because I realized I was in love with him… he was still with Claudine and hated my guts… maybe some other time, perhaps? When his mood was a tad lighter?
“Um, I don’t feel too good. I’ll be leaving now,” I mumbled, sweaty as I spun around and strode towards the elevator, ready to escape.
“That elevator won’t work without my fingerprint,” he called after me, like a warning that he was about to lose his patience soon. “So, you’re staying until you tell me what made you fly across the Atlantic.”
I just froze, eyes not blinking. Fuck.
Dimitris smirked, shaking his head before popping an olive into his mouth. “Lindsey Mason doesn’t have a feisty comeback? Were you in an accident that affected your brain function?”
“No.” I wished I had been, though, because I wasn’t sure my brain was working properly, let along thinking for me.
“I’m waiting for you to explain yourself. Don’t tell me I cancelled a multi-million dollar meeting for this? Don’t anger me more.”
Fucking, fuck, fuck. “You cancelled?” I squeaked, intimidated.
“This is the first time I’m getting a visit from my beautiful ex-wife. Let’s just say… I’m curious.” Dimitris eyed me for a second before directing me a question, “Can I get you something to drink?”
Hell, I was thirsty, for him. “White wine would be good.”
After handing me a glass, he addressed me again, “I don’t have all night to cater to you, Lindsey.”
Okay, here goes nothing, I suppose. “I wanted to talk about what happened in Milan.”
Dimitris’s eyebrow rose, uncaring. “What about Milan? We were both consenting adults, who had too much to drink and enjoyed a night of shagging.” He wasn’t making this easy. His tone and the fact that he was acting like a complete dick made me want to throw the contents of the alcohol on his face again. I was contemplating it while I stared at the contents when he spoke, “Don’t even think about it.”
“I wasn’t,” I lied.
“Enough with the stalling, Lindsey,” he snapped before his cellphone started shrilling in his breast pocket.
When he started speaking in French, I knew without a doubt it was Claudine on the other end, picking up on his subtle tone, just like he used to be with me.
Grow up, Lindsey. Amber was right. Though I still fumed from her keeping that epic secret from me, she was right—not that I would openly admit it—about Dimitris being a good man. I was too messed up to see it. Now, here I was, thinking that I didn’t deserve him, nor did I deserve Brody. I was unworthy of any of them.
Even though I admitted that to myself, a part of me was still bitter and jealous of Claudine. It was stupid because I was the one who demanded it before, but now… things have changed. “Does she know that you’ve cheated?”
He glanced at me, eyes slowly darkening before inserting his phone back into the inside pocket of his jacket. “She knows.”
Claudine does? Then why are they still talking or even together for that matter? “She’s okay with that?”
“She thinks I’m just getting rid of my rebellious streak. So that once I marry again, I won’t have any.”
Twist the knife in more, why don’t you? I deserved it. When he said marry again… did that mean he was planning to marry Claudine soon? How much time did I have? I wanted to puke and die on the spot.
Nervously, I glanced away. Not knowing how to say or put it any other way. “I’ve missed
you,” I murmured, feeling like I shouldn’t be even saying these things to him because I was horrible and selfish.
Dimitris thundered towards me, nose almost touching mine. “What do you mean, you miss me?” he spat, infuriated.
What the hell? Why did he have to be such a jackass about every single thing I’d said since I got here? He was riling me up, about to blow-up a shit storm if he kept pushing me. “What the fuck do you think it means?” I fired back, incensed. Furious at him for making it so difficult. It was as if he was mocking me somehow, but I was more pissed off that I had been stupid enough to come here in the first place. “You better activate that elevator before I—”
“Before what?” he shot out, face enraged, not backing down.
The look before a storm, I thought as I took in how angry he was. “Before I air out all your dirty secrets!” Okay, I didn’t know any, but I was too furious to care what came out of my possessed mouth. I was hurt and in love with him combined with the fact that he was being such an infuriating SOB I wanted to punch him.
He hurled his empty glass towards the elevator doors, past enraged and now to the point of no return. “You signed a bloody contract. I could sue you, but on top of that, I’m embarrassed for the world to know that I married a cheating slut!”
Oh, yeah? Go to hell! “A slut you enjoyed very much. A slut you couldn’t get enough of. What does that make you?”
Dimitris eyes sparked wildly, piercing me over and over again. “I’m a man. I’m not immune to beautiful sluts. Yes, beautiful, but a slut nonetheless.”
My palms were on fire. They were just aching to connect with his face, his head—everywhere—as long as I could hurt him good. “FUCK YOU!”
“You enjoyed it as much as I did. Is that why you’re here? Did you miss having sex with me?” He came closer, looking like an insatiable predator. “You’ve been missing my tongue? Your boyfriend didn’t eat your cunt the way you wanted him to?”
“You—you—stupid, asinine, fucktard of the highest order!” I smacked him, ready to draw blood.
His hands caught me, almost twisting them so I would stop fighting. Eyes like beautiful, rare gems; hard, cold and empty. “You’re starving for me, my beautiful slut?” Dimitris goaded me to a boiling point, past and beyond reasonable.
“Fight me, you stupid, Greek fucker.”
“Why waste my energy for that when I want to fuck your sweet pussy, cum all over you—your lips, your tits—and fill you with it. Why waste it at all?” Dimitris wasn’t even smiling. In fact, he looked dead serious.
I tried to wiggle my hands away from him, but he was unyielding. “LET. ME. GO.”
“No. Not until you get what you sought me for.” He stared at my lips before yanking me against his chest, both of our hearts were pounding rapidly against our chests. He breathed into my ear, “This is getting you wet, isn’t it? Let me lick you. You know you’re craving it.”
Maybe I did, but I wasn’t going to just open my legs and let him go at it. “Stop.”
I was a mess when those large, powerful hands of his took their familiar route to my nether region, seeking out my sweet spot, which was already aching for his touch. “Dimi—” I sobbed, shutting my eyes.
“Dimi, what?” He nibbled on my lobe before he released a groan of satisfaction when he found me wet and slick, just like his hunch, I was ready for him. “Yineka mou… how wet you are. My mouth is salivating for you.” He kissed the side of my neck, nipping it while his fingers were teasing not probing, around my clit. “Submit to me and you’ll get whatever you want.”
“What do you want?” I asked, throwing my head back, giving him more access to the delicious way he was arousing me through my neck.
“Stay for a few more days. I want your body twenty-four seven, at my beck and call. Whenever. Wherever. If you’re tired and sleepy, too bad, you will have to cater to me.”
I wanted him so bad. Sex. Would I be able to penetrate his armor through it? “What do I get in return?”
“What you came here for—to be treated like a slut. I will satiate your appetite and you wouldn’t want any other man. Please me and my cock will be your slave. It’s all I’m good for to you so I’d rather use my tool to make your body mine.”
Mother hell, like I could ever run away from him? “Three days.”
“Ne, three days.”
Swallowing my pride, he slowly became my Master. “What do you want now?”
Dimitris let go of me, eyes flicking towards the marbled flooring before he gave me direction. “Get on your knees, mouth open. I want to see you gag with my cock down your throat.”
Three days of Dimitris… I was already quivering from the anticipation of having him inside me. Now on my knees, I looked up to meet his blue gaze, mouth slowly parting for him.
He didn’t even take his pants off, instead, he simply pulled the zipper down, taking his rock-hard shaft out before placing it against my bottom lip, tracing the shape of it with the tip of his head, slathering his pre-cum on me. “Hungry?”
“Ravenous.”
He growled as he watched me open my mouth more, ready to take him. “I’m going to fuck it. All you have to do is open and suck. Can you do that for me, my beautiful, wanton woman?”
I barely gave him a nod when his cock was partially shoved into my mouth, his hand on the back of my skull, driving for more. My hands were gripping the sides of his hips, levering myself from his rapid thrusts that were hitting the back of my throat, demanding more.
“You suck me so well, Lindsey,” he bellowed, his thrusting becoming more frenetic, adamant. He wanted me gagging, drooling and full of his length—he did that and then more. The crazier he became, the more willing my mouth catered to his pleasure. “Beautiful,” he gritted out, climbing towards his orgasmic completion. “Eímai dikí̱ sou.” I am yours. “Gia pánta.” Forever, he breathed out, eyes closed, throbbing magnificently.
Swallowing his seed, I gently slid his length out of my mouth, releasing it with a pop before getting on my feet. His eyes flickered open when I was eye level. He took a couple of steps forward to kiss my cheek while I trembled from his slight brush against my skin.
“I should ask you to join me for dinner like a true gentleman should, but after what you just did to me and my ever growing need to be inside you, to fuck each other senseless is far more dominating in my mind than the mere thought of food,” he whispered against my ear, thumb rubbing the outline of my nipple while I tried to hold myself up. “Will you do me the honor and grace me with an abundant supply of your cunt tonight?”
Holy mother hell of kinkiness, as if I’d turn down a proposal like that—especially coming from him. “How fast can you get us back to your villa?”
Dimitris grinned before dragging us toward the elevator, eyeing me the whole ride with perfervid hunger, torrid lust and vehement appreciation, but when I did the same, he wasn’t all that appreciative. “Stop looking at me like that, Lindsey, because I won’t be accountable for my actions. I will take you inside this elevator and give my security team a good show.” He gripped my hand before bringing it to his lips. “I don’t want to do that. Sharing is something I never do—one way or the other. No one gets to see your naked body except me.”
Here goes his possessive streak, driving me more in love with him. “Stop talking, please. You’re not helping,” I complained, trying to mute him out of my mind because his voice was sending way too many naughty thoughts and I needed him, now, inside me.
“Fuck!” Dimitris cussed before he fixed his pants just in time as the elevator dinged into the lobby, breezing through it towards the entrance then hopped in his Roadster.
He didn’t utter a word nor glance in my direction until we were stopped by a red light, making him cuss colorfully in several languages. Without hesitation, his right hand snaked in between my thighs, nudging the tiny garter to the side, dipping his finger in to gauge how moist I was for him. He then, as he usually did, sucked on his digit, tasting me
with fervor. “God, you taste even sweeter than I remembered,” he groaned before driving like a maniac the second the light turned green. From then on, we never paused until he got back home, in lightning speed.
Dimitris barely killed the engine before he was out the car, yanking my door open and without even caring to shut it because he was too busy hoisting me onto his shoulder and almost running into the house. It was then that Thea came to greet us, shocked at seeing me, but most of all shocked that I was holding on for dear life to Dimitris’s shoulder. “Kyrios—”
I could hear his grin when he saw Thea’s face. “Don’t prepare dinner. We’ll be busy for tonight. Oh, Ms. Mason will be staying with us for a few days,” Dimitris shot out, climbing the stairs like I was a sack of potatoes.
Dimitris got us into his bedroom in haste. Instead of placing me on the bed, he shifted my body, using his strong, powerful arms until I was facing him. My legs clutched around his hips and my arms wrapped around his neck. He was studying me while caressing my face before I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down.
Licking my lips, I gently angled my face to kiss him, wanting to channel all of the pent-up emotions that had been wreaking havoc in my heart, in my soul and in my body. This beautiful Greek man had come into my life, charging in like a true Greek warrior—fearless, chivalrous, tenacious and unapologetic—holding his ground as he pursued me.
My blackened, poisoned heart, he made hopeful.
My ugly soul, he made beautiful.
My tattered faith, he resuscitated.
If three days were all I could ever have with this man, then I would cherish those days and keep it with me. I would lock it away and live everyday with the knowledge that there was once a man who loved the grotesque part of me, no questions asked.
Every day I would regret letting him go. I would live with the pain, the sorrow and my lost dreams because I was a coward. My memories of him would become a part of me; one that I would cherish for as long as I lived. One I would go back to and remember when I was feeling worthless. One I would rehash like a broken player when I felt unloved. Yes, this man had given me so much more. More than any man had ever influenced my life. He gave me hope and courage to survive. He taught me that life had a beautiful side.
