Bound

Chapter 31 - Lust

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Dmitri

I'm sitting on a couch, sipping a brandy, my eyes boring holes into the bathroom door. I obviously fucked up sending Elanor here, underestimating her feelings for me. Sky has been in there for about an hour now. I occasionally hear the movement of water, but mostly it's just silent. Thoughts of her maybe drowning herself due to falling asleep from the champagne eventually have me getting up and knocking on the bathroom door.

"Skylar, are you okay in there?" I try not to sound aggressive but fail miserably. As miserably as I feel.

Water splashes and then drains as the plug is pulled.

"I'll be right out," she says, her muffled voice reaching me through the door.

I stay rooted to my spot in front of the door. After a couple of minutes, the door finally opens, a shocked expression on her face when she sees me standing there.

She is wrapped in an oversized gown, the strap tied loosely around her waist, and her hands gripping the top halves together just above her breasts. Her hair is wet, and her eyes look slightly puffy as if she has been crying. This was the umpteenth time she had cried around me. 

She looks down. "Sorry, I was trying to give you guys some time together."

"She left straight after you went in there. Why would we even need time together?" I'm unable to hide the frustration in my voice. I'm unsure if my tone or my statement causes her head to whip up, her gaze locking with mine.

"Dmitri, you guys are practically a couple. You sleep together, you attend functions together, you guys kiss and hold arms and stuff," she trails off, gesturing to my face and arm as she talks.

"Okay, I'll say this for the last time. Elanor and I are not a couple. I don't do relationships. We don't sleep together. We fuck occasionally. The last time that happened was a little over eight months ago, which was also the last time I saw her, as well as the last function we attended together. I don't kiss anyone. What you saw just now was Elanor greeting me. The same way she greets every man she is acquainted with. She is an expressive person. That's just who she is. Don't read anything into it." My eyes watch her as she digests this information.

"Do you think so little of me, Skylar, that if I really were with someone, I would be doing what we did this morning?" I level her with a glare. I know I'm venting my frustration on her, but I can't stop.

"Whoa," she says, eyes wide, hands up in the air, palms facing me. "Okay, calm down. That is definitely not what I'm insinuating, Dmitri. I know what happened between us was an...accident," she finishes as if struggling to find the right word.

"An accident," I say, looking her straight in her eyes. I take a step forward, her hands now on my chest. She has to crane her neck to look up at me.

"Are you saying we didn't have a choice in what happened? That I didn't choose to put my fingers in you, and you didn't allow it. It just happened. Like dropping a glass or spilling milk?" I question, annoyed.

I don't know why what happened this morning in bed between her and me being described by her as an accident is rubbing me the wrong way. She starts blushing.

"Dmitri, you're twisting my words. Maybe accident is the wrong word. Let's rather say...unplanned," she says thoughtfully.

"Skylar, understand me. If I was really with someone, there is no way an 'accident' or an 'unplanned' incident like last night would ever happen. I chose that situation just as you did."