The Unimaginable

For Drinks

"Damn, would you take a look at that." I hear one of the gym members whistle and I don't bother to turn around. They stare at every ass that walks through the door and if I had a penny for every time I heard that sentence, I'd be a freaking millionaire.

I've been working hard all morning trying to get the temptress out of my head. The words from last night keep running through my head. She said she liked me but that it was a bad thing? And when I asked if it was because of that dick at the club, she said no.

I'm not following her, maybe I'm missing something?

Also, I know that Chicago has its up and downs, but I didn't know that people just carried guns around. When she said she kissed him so he wouldn't shoot me I was relieved and thrown off. She seemed so..relaxed about it? I don't know.

I shake my head and jump rope faster. Burn the energy Dimitri, don't let her distract you. Damn, who am I trying to fool, she already has and I don't need her to be around for it to happen either.

"Dimitri."

I stop jump roping and drop it, wiping the sweat off my forehead and turning to my coworker Sophia.

"What's up?" I walk to the bench and lay on it before stretching my legs up and out.

"Oh nothing," I'm not looking at her but I can tell she's staring at me and she's not done speaking, so I stay to myself.

"I was wondering, if maybe you'd want to go out and get a drink tonight?"

I let out a breath and sit up but keep my head down. She's asked me out for drinks a couple of times and I've always have had something to do but now, nothing. Maybe it'll be good, get my head out of the clouds with this goddess that doesn't want me.

I look up at her and smile."Yeah Soph, count me in."

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Feelings are irritating.

I drum my nails against the desk and let out a sigh.

So, his name is Dimitri.

So, he's the best damn good looking man I've ever seen. His features are kind of similar to mine now that I think of it. He has these intense blue/grey eyes that look somehow intimidating but yet calming. His hair is a soft brown and he leaves it to do its own thing, I can't describe the style really, it's common but perfect for him. And God, the way he talks and makes me feel and his body against mine...I forget who I am.

And that's really fucking bad and that's why I can't like him. Why I must not like him.

I can't help it though, he's been all I've been thinking about for a week.

Which again, is bad.

I've got an empire to run, money to gain, and people to kill. I don't have the time or unfortunately the heart for him. He deserves better.

Or does he?

He does.

But Maybe he'll accept me and help me? Maybe this won't turn out as bad as I'm thinking? I should try. I'm 25 years old and I think it's time that I shake things up a bit. Right?

I groan and rest my head on the desk but then quickly pop it back up, remembering who I really am.

I think I can do this. I can have him and be a queen still, right?