Forced Siblings

No longer

A/N

Hey, guys, I wanted to do this chapter justice. So I really, really do hope you love it, or like it or whatever. Anyway happy reading!

In Dimitri's clothes I storm into my apartment unlocking it then walking through the entrance. Feeling like a dark cloud was hanging over me, I tossed my keys onto the table, muttering under my breath, replaying the frustrating conversation in my head.

"I'm not going back there, I don't care what he says." I mumbled under my breath, kicking off his slippers and storming off into my room, throwing my dress and shoes on my bed.

I entered work, my steps were heavier than usual, lacking the usual grace I tried to maintain. Despite my efforts to focus on my duties, my mind kept drifting back to the confrontation earlier. Glancing at the clock every few minutes, I counted down the seconds until I could escape the confines of the studio and head home.

The end of the day arrived. I practically sprinted toword my uber, eager to leave. Back at my apartment, I took a long, hot shower, hoping to wash away the remnants of my bad mood, but I kept remebering the feeling of his touch and how perfectly he fit inside me. After drying myself off I began to rub in lotion on my skin, starting with my arms back and behind. Then I sat on the edge of the bed mosturizing my bottom half, when I cought a glimce of a pink box under my bed.

Ever since high school, the more I've posted the more followers I gained, and the more brands wanted to sponsor me. During February there was this one particular company looking for me to model lingerie or underwear. I turned them down, and every single one before and after, it wasn't what I was looking for in a job, I'm not a model I'm a dancer, maybe one of the only defining traits about me.

After moisturizing my legs I pulled the pink box out from under my bed opening it. Even though I didn't want to model the lingerie, the company still sent me a bunch of their sets. Maybe it was a generous offer or maybe they were hoping that I would do it anyway, but I honestly forgot about it until now. And for justice split second a thought ran through my mind, and for the first time in all day I chuckled at the ridiculousness of it, then I found myself smiling about the plan in my back pocket.

I Dressed in baggy clothes that offered comfort but little style, it was a simple a large sweater that revealed my bare shoulder, and sweats. Then suddenly I found a little pep in my step, knowing for sure that things would go my way this time. Maybe since it's been sometime since I played this game with him, I'm rusty, but this is the oldest trick in the book, and Dimitri is just not that complicated.

I jumped back into my car, my mind buzzing with anticipation. The drive to Dimitri's apartment was filled with a mix of nerves and excitement. I thought of what he said before I left that I would be back later today, I'll give him that he's right, but that's all the credit I'm giving him. I couldn't help but grin at the thought of catching him off guard.

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Arriving at Dimitri's apartment building, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. After unlocking the door I walked in taking off my shoes at the front door. I saw Dimitri come out of his home office, he wore a black shirt and baggy black lounge pants. He had this excited look on his face grinning a little too hard at me when he saw my face. He put his hands in his pockets looking down at me

"So, you've come to say sorry?"

"Why would you think that?" I said scoffing not stopping to take another glance at him. He followed as I entered his kitchen, I dropped my tote bag on the way knowing he didn't care much about the mess.

"Oh I don't know, because you're back here." I turned hopping onto the kitchen counter my legs swinging as we were about a meter apart, him closer to the entrance of the kitchen.