"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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__________________ I sat at the edge of Demetrius's grand oak desk, swinging my legs back and forth impatiently.
He was engrossed in some business deal, papers and documents scattered across the surface, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.
The air in the room was thick with tension, and I knew this wasn't the best time to ask, but I couldn't wait any longer.
"Demetrius," I began, my voice a hesitant whisper in the hushed room.
He looked up, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. "What is it, Valentina?"
I begin to hesitate for a moment, biting my lower lip.
Worst case scenario= I get shot... not that bad for a worse case scenario.
"It's... it's my mother's death anniversary soon," I said, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I was wondering if... if I could visit the cemetery. Just for a little while. To pay my respects and to speak to my mum."
His expression remained stoic, and for a moment, I feared he'd flatly refuse, as he often did with my requests.
It seemed like no was his favourite word but little does he know i'm the queen of manipulating.
That's a lie.
"The cemetery is a dangerous place today since your father will possibly be there, Valentina," he said, his voice low and filled with warning. "You know that. I can't guarantee your safety there."
I shook my head aggressively, my heart sinking with his words. I had expected this response, but I couldn't give up without trying.
"I understand the risks," I replied, my voice quivering. "But it means so much to me. It's the only way I can feel close to her."
Demetrius leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers steepled in thought.
I watched him closely, seeing the internal struggle in his eyes.
He was a gruff and a serious man, but deep down, I knew there was more to him, something he rarely showed to anyone.
Finally, he let out a long sigh, his resolve softening just a fraction.
"All right," he conceded, his voice rough with reluctance.
"But you won't go alone. I'll accompany you. And we will need disguises and you need to promise no talking to your father."
I couldn't believe it. He was agreeing, even if it was begrudgingly. My heart swelled with gratitude and relief.
"Thank you, Demetrius," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "I promise, I'll be careful."
