Touch In The Dark

Chapter 16

Evelyn's POV

Mulish

(Adjective) Mul-ish

Unreasonably rigid in the face of argument, entreaty or attack

Dear Diary,

Mark said there will be a next time. I called him my boyfriend the other day, he hasn't made anything official but, maybe on the next date he will ask me. Dimitri has been infuriating. I hate his stupid smirk and smartass remarks. I shouldn't have taken this job; I should've kept applying for fast food places.

I set my diary under my pillow, covering it and let out a deep sigh. I hate it here. I wonder if I quit, if my dad would take me back. But then, I'd have to deal with Charlotte and her pesky voice.

After hanging out in my room for a while, I decide that it's finally time to get ready for work. I throw on a low cut white short sleeve shirt, a black pencil skirt with white triangles, two long, gold necklaces, and black heels. I curl the ends of my dark brown hair and put a small splash of makeup on my face.

As I look in the mirror, I give myself a small smile. I look like my mom.

"I'll make you proud mom. I promise." I whisper to myself.

I don't know if she can hear me but, my heart hopes she can.

After squirting some perfume behind my ears and on my wrists, I walk out my bedroom door towards the outside world. I don't really feel like working today, I really don't want to face Dimitri today either. I overreacted to the whole situation. He's my stepbrother, nothing more. He can have sex with whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

Once I step out the front door, I see Dimitri standing in front of his car in all his glory. Supporting a smirk and black suit with a navy-blue tie. I roll my eyes; I need to get my own car.

"Good morning piccola. Sei bellissima." His voice kisses my ears.

I ignore his words and let him open the car door for me before I slip inside. It always smells so good in here, despite the faint smell of cigar smoke.

He slides into the driver's seat with that same smirk that I just want to wipe off his face. Maybe all rich, powerful men just look like that. Rich people are irritating.

"Tell me about your boyfriend." His eyes switch to me then back at the road.

"Why? That's my business." I ask looking out the window to avoid eye contact.

"Just making conversation. E non credo che sia abbastanza buono per te."

{And I don't believe he's good enough for you."

Here he goes speaking Italian again, seriously, what makes him think I can understand what he's saying. I admitted to not knowing the language.

"He's perfect. The most handsome man I've ever seen." I say shortly. Even though I'm lying, Dimitri doesn't know that.

"Cazzate." He chuckles.

{Bullshit}

I roll my eyes until they touch the back of my head.

"I don't understand Italian Dimitri." I remind him.

"Yes, I know this." He smiles.

Then what the fuck dude.

When we pull up to the building, I quickly get out of the car and basically race Dimitri to the elevators.