In It For The Long Run (Editing)

IIFTLR- Beautiful Mind, Soul And Body

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Chapter 33

Nikki’s P.O.V

“Who is she?” I mumble to myself as my eyes lock onto the scene before.

I walk hesitantly toward our table where an unknown but beautiful brunette has seated herself down at. She stares at Demitri with a determined expression and is sexily touching his fisted hand.

My anger rises and I stomp the rest of the way over. I stop just behind Demitri who is seemingly unaware of my returning presence. I raise an eyebrow at the exotic looking woman in my seat. She looks up at me with smirk and a strong stare.

“Sorry we don’t want to order.” She states with a French accent before returning her attention back to Demitri.

“I’m not here to take your order.” I angrily spit out at her. Demitri immediately stiffens and turns his head so fast it must’ve hurt.

“I really like the fact that you found someone to entertain you while I was gone.” I state with venom and a raised eyebrow daring him to dare lie to me.

“Aah you the girlfriend no?” She asks with a fake smile.

“No, I’m the fiancé and if you don’t get out of my seat you will have a dint in your face.” I threaten with a glare.

She recoils slightly, before smirking even wider. She nods her head to my left hand and lets out a small laugh, “No ring? Where I from, ring means engaged, no ring, means no engagement.”

My strong and determined façade crumbles slightly at her words. She is right. He hasn’t really proposed to me. Does that not mean we are engaged? I mean we are going to get married but, why hasn’t he actually proposed to me?

“Natalia if you don’t leave now I swear I’ll-,” Demitri angrily begins to threaten before Natalia cuts him off.

“You’ll what Dem? You know Émile won’t have it, not after all the pain you have caused me already.” She confidently states, with folded arms as she leans herself back onto her seat. Her triumphant look is not an easy one to miss, the cocked eyebrow, daring him to defy her words and the confident smirk across her lips. Did she say Émile? Is that…. no it can’t be the same one.

Demitri shakes his head, “I didn’t hurt you Natalia and you know that. I asked for one thing from you; loyalty and what do I get? You sleeping with half the men that were in my gang. You betrayed me.” I realise that this is worse than initially thought. This beautiful yet extremely irritating woman in my seat was a previous girlfriend or lover that hurt Demitri.

She simply shrugs at his words, no falter in her blank stare, as if the revolting confessions from Demitri are anything but that.

Demitri shakes his head before swiftly standing, causing his chair to screech as it scrapes the      beautiful hardwood floor.