Finagled Love

Chapter 31

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DIMITRI'S POV

Abree is killing me, she and her lovely wits consumed me into agreeing with her. I clench my teeth at the near memory and drive home.

The abnormal fact that she ordered me to nod my head is crucifying itself. Not only did she not let me explain to her, but had the audacity to talk to me as if she held the power. She will regret having that tone with me, oh and when she does, it will be the fire to my soul. The next afternoon she declined my offer to carry her home after work, which upset my temper, then she stated to have plans after work. At 1:00 a.m? Por el amor de Dios! Le daré planes por cierto.

Nunca me han  faltado el respeto. NUNCA! But she has managed to control me once again. Later tonight, I will tease her. Make her come to me, she will not control what happens between us. If she will not allow me to explain, I will tease it out of her.

On arrival of her job I spray the cologne I had in my hotel the night I halved, claimed her, to fog her memory of me. As I walk to the entrance of the door I unbutton the tops to relax my look letting the cold air hit my chest. I seem to appear intimidating which I should, but not for mi alma. She will be intrigued as a lost kitten.

Striding by the bouncer he nods his head giving me respect and when I step in the club heads snap in my direction but I ignore them setting my vision on the counter Abree serves from.

Tonight will be the night I push to know how far my queen will let me go with another female. If she will not come to me on her own, I will make this 'wait' game of hers painful.

The closer I walk towards her, the more she tenses. I love her feeble attempts in hiding her feelings from me.

"Dame un gin y tonic con una fresa." I smooth speak causing her body to shiver slightly. It takes her a moment to face me, but when she does, mmm! Glorious. My friend is very happy to lay eyes on her. I need Abree, and soon.

Abree takes her sweet time bathing in my appearance, that's right principessa, take me in now. Because later I will turn you into a burning kettle.

After a moment I repeat myself in English for her, I do not want the drink, only her attention. As she gives me the drink a drunkard comes over being too friendly with Abree for my liking.

I watch as she flirts with him without a care in my face, oh baby girl, I chuckle to myself, I will show you how you make me feel.

On the other side of the counter is a witch eyeing me. I wink at her watching as she comes to me. I deplore of easy women, but this will due.

Once the witch sits down Abree visually rolls her eyes and shrugs. I turn to the bruja attempting to appear charming. Her perfume is demolishing my nostrils. "What's your name?" She asks interrupting my thoughts while I cringe inwardly not wanting to ruin the irritation coming from my beautiful queen.

I clench my jaws keeping my stoic demeanor. "Dimitri Cafaro." She batts her eyelashes biting her finger in the process. I need not to look at Abree, I can already feel the jealousy coming from her.

"Mm, sexy accent. I'm Catherine Hargon." I try not to grimace at her grated voice or her excuse of a name. As we are conversing Abree throws a drink in Catherine's face causing her nasally voice to screech. Catherine yells at Abree, and I watch. Abree needs to know how to deal with women like this, because some of the women I work with are very whorish and could careless if I have a female on my arm.