Dmitri P.O.V
"Hey Sugar...that was great" The blonde beside me asked, looking at her I was trying to remember if anything from last night would come up.
"Hey, yourself..." I croaked out. She got up seductively? I was just trying to figure if I knew her name or where she was, I checked her neck just to check if I had marked, thankfully no. I looked around the room noticing if I had anything to remind me of her name...anything....nothing. I sighed defeated, until she turned around and on her back was "my name is Charlie" was tattooed on her neck upside down and on her lower back right side-up.
"Charlie..?" I said, she turned smiling brightly as if she had won the lottery. "Yeah, babe," she replied batting her eyes. "Get Out, and don't ever come back. Last night was a mistake and probably the biggest one ever," I replied coldly and calmly, I noticed how each word tore down her smile and the twinkle in her eye.
She sighed and mumbled under her breath, "I knew this would happen, gosh I am such an idiot. I got in bed with a bigger slut than me..," she just sighed and looked at me for a bit. "Look, I don't know what you thought you were going to get. But anyways, have a nice day," I said with a smirk.
Watching her change and leave I simply called out and said "I am no slut, but I am no virgin 'My name is Charlie girl'". I watched her duck her head as if in shame, closing the door behind her.
I simply laid back with a content sigh, playing with the ends of my hair I looked and my now trashed room. Getting up I slowly started to clean the mess before my dad came in, putting my hair in a bun and pulling on a tank, I began cleaning.
A little while later I left my room with two trash bags, and a vacuum container to empty, my dad saw me. "Dmitri, where were you last night?" he questioned with a raised eye brow. "Truth?" I answered, "Ugh.. Truth please" he replied with a tired sigh. "Well in all honesty, I don't remember, but I know I was safe," I quickly finished.
"Dmitri...what would your mate think if you keep whoring around with people who don't matter. I am not saying I was a virgin when I met your mother but I wish I had been, that special moment between us and now for you are gone. I, why must you sleep around," my father pleaded with me. I looked away from his eyes, I know my mate would be upset, I mean I will probably be disappointed if my mate isn't a virgin, it's a possessive thing that I have to deal with.
"Dad, I..." I was at a lost for words, here I am 20 years old, 6'9 ft, built as a wall of muscle, with my head hang low in shame because I won't be special with my mate. "Promise son, that it will stop...please," my father finished.
"yes, sir" I simply replied.
"Lover, man who impregnated me with three spawns, lumberjack looking wrestler, and the man who cries during Titanic, where on earth are my red pumps?" My mother bellowed out while walking down the hallway, making pack members turn their heads and my father face flush.
"I don't know honey, but why must you shout these so loud?" my father questioned still red. "Well all of these things are true my beefed version of Fabio, now excuse me while I find those blasted pumps. DMITRI, my first son and boy who ripped my women parts apart, more like destroyed, how are you?" she questioned looking up at me, I felt my face blush when she had finished her declaration.
"I am good mom, so why are you looking for your heels?" I questioned which had earned me a slap to the neck, my mother is fairly small, with blue eyes, dark brown hair pined up and red full lips, she barely reached my peck. "Do not tell me your giant head forgot, we are visiting the other districts with you, it is a family road trip, also your sister is on the roof and it would be lovely if you can get her down..too-telly-doo," my mother finished while walking down the hall.
