Finagled Love

Chapter 33

This chapter is dedicated to ItsAmariana I would say thank you for spamming however, you're annoying.🤦🏾‍♀️😂

DIMITRI'S POV

I gaze down at Abree finding her fast asleep snuggled to her pillow. Before I leave the room, I give a tender kiss to her forehead once more. "Mi hermosa reina, reináras conmigo hasta el final." She shifts giving a slight groan that puts my heart to rest. My soul has been replenished now that we have reunited.

Leaving her to peacefully laze, I fix a cup of black coffee in the kitchen and get started on the settlements for a few of my malls here in New York. Not wanting to leave my precious queen alone I grabbed my main briefcase, and I also needed to confirm that she was truly mine in case her father had gotten a hold of her and flipped the truth.

A few weeks before Abree's birthday, January 19th to be exact, her father managed to contact me for communication with her. As much as I desire to kill the excuse of a father he is- the headaches in doing so would save, I cannot. If Abree gives this bastard a chance I will have to endure it. But I will not tell her yet, I want her to myself a little while longer before she gives her attention away.

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After a couple hours of signing papers and returning emails, I hear Abree moving about in her room. She comes out beautiful as always. Rested features, hair in a curly ponytail and in her work clothes. Just pure beauty I want all of the time, as I gaze at her neck I frown not receiving a visual of my love marks that I deeply recall putting on her. I will indeed suck harder next time.

She puts her keys inside of her purse walking towards the kitchen in an energetic manner. I get up from the couch and stride after her. I cannot describe what she compels in me. A moth to a light is only the beginning of a scant explanation.

I lean against the kitchen door frame admiring her beauty as she peacefully turns the stove on getting a carton of eggs, along with cheese and milk from the refrigerator humming a sweet melody. I quietly walk behind her wrapping my arms around her waist engulfing her sweet and strong scent in addition to her smooth skin. She elbows my stomach turning around with an alert expression. "I'm sorry Dimitri- I didn't mean- I thought."

"It's alright love, it's my fault, honestly." I look deeply into her soul. She smiles turning around resuming her actions. The action itself brings peace among my soul. "You look, authentically stunning by the way."

She smiles and scoffs leaning into me cracking the eggs on the side of the pan making them spread along the hot greasy surface. "Good afternoon handsome, I'm in my work clothes, and my hair is in a pony tail, what could be appealing about me right now?" She questions.

"Mm, handsome I think I like it, and you look beautiful in whatever you have. Clothing, or naked." I whisper kissing her neck opened mouthed, "Pthu!" I shake my head tasting makeup. Abree laughs shrugging me off with her shoulder, "Why do you have make up on your neck?"

She smirks adding the milk and cheese. "Well, for one I care about my appearance in public, people don't need to know that I've just gotten my guts taken out, and two, you put a lot of hickeys on me. I mean everywhere." She shakes her head pointing to few now noticeable hickeys on her neck.

I lock my jaws disapproving, but accepting her response. "Hm." I nod, I will have to get rid of her makeup and sorts.

Moving on I continue with my desire, I smoothly press my front side into her earning a moan. She arches her back grinding her butt against my awakened friend, then quickly straightens up. "I can't, I'm going to the library to get started on an assignment," she turns around and pecks my lips, "Maybe after work."