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Authors: Destiny Davis
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bullet for her.
He may not have realized it before but he certainly did now. He loved her. He yearned, with every ounce of strength, to protect her, cherish her, and devote every single second of his existence to her happiness.
He loved her. It was as simple as that.
“You do know we have an elevator in the building, right?” Angela said as she got up.
“Yeah.” He rasped, trying to catch his breath. “It wasn’t working.”
“So.” She crossed her arms to her chest and fixated on him with a steely glare. “What did you want to say? And what’s this?” She spotted the huge bag that he was holding.
“For the baby.” Dimitri set the bag down without taking his eyes off her face. “The convenience store was the only thing open at this hour.” His lips curved at the thought of convenience store shopping. “So these were just a few emergency things. But I’ve already asked Rebecca to send me a list of the top baby stores in town. Our child will have nothing but the best.”
“You called your assistant at midnight to ask for a list of baby stores?” Angela said as she peered into the bag. “What’s this? Travel Scrabble? Sippy cup?” She looked at him incredulously. “Do you know anything at all about babies?”
“No. But I’m willing to learn.”
“Oh yeah? What about your wife?” Angela said coldly.
Dimitri winced. “I haven’t seen Celine in over four years, Angie,” he said quietly.
“What…”
“I had a crush on her in college. She’s… she’s blonde, beautiful, elegant and comes from one of the best families in town. We run in the same social circles and she was everything my mother was looking for.” Dimitri paused. “It only took a few months into our marriage for me to realize that I didn’t love her. I loved the idea of her. The idea of finally living up to my mother’s expectations and marrying the blonde, blue-bred girl that she liked so much. My mother’s spent all her life reminding me of how pathetic I was, of how I would never be good enough, of how I killed my twin… When I married Celine, I thought she would finally be pleased with me. Finally stop comparing me to my dead sister. I thought that marrying a girl of her choice would make me good enough for her. I was wrong.”
His powerful shoulders sagged.
Angela stared at him. For a brief second, she could no longer see the powerful billionaire entrepreneur who had inspired success stories from all around the world. In front of her was a broken man, shattered by his past, destroyed by his mother.
Yet, when he spoke again, his voice was calm and confident. “I was all resigned to endure a lifetime of misery with a woman I didn’t love. After all, through her upbringing, my mother made sure that I would never feel good enough for anyone. She put me off meaningful relationships for life. Maybe the shallow liaison that I shared with Celine was the only thing I deserved. But then she started to drink and it didn’t take me long to find out that she’s nothing short of a drunk. I can’t count the number of nights that I got called to clubs or restaurants to pick up my wasted, unconscious wife. We didn’t even share a relationship anymore and that was fine by me.”
He continued. “More than once, she would go out with her friends, drink herself into a coma and then, if she was still conscious, she would come back home with a man and I would hear them fuck in the guest room. But,” he shrugged. “She was still my wife so I took care of her. She’s borderline bipolar as well and
He may not have realized it before but he certainly did now. He loved her. He yearned, with every ounce of strength, to protect her, cherish her, and devote every single second of his existence to her happiness.
He loved her. It was as simple as that.
“You do know we have an elevator in the building, right?” Angela said as she got up.
“Yeah.” He rasped, trying to catch his breath. “It wasn’t working.”
“So.” She crossed her arms to her chest and fixated on him with a steely glare. “What did you want to say? And what’s this?” She spotted the huge bag that he was holding.
“For the baby.” Dimitri set the bag down without taking his eyes off her face. “The convenience store was the only thing open at this hour.” His lips curved at the thought of convenience store shopping. “So these were just a few emergency things. But I’ve already asked Rebecca to send me a list of the top baby stores in town. Our child will have nothing but the best.”
“You called your assistant at midnight to ask for a list of baby stores?” Angela said as she peered into the bag. “What’s this? Travel Scrabble? Sippy cup?” She looked at him incredulously. “Do you know anything at all about babies?”
“No. But I’m willing to learn.”
“Oh yeah? What about your wife?” Angela said coldly.
Dimitri winced. “I haven’t seen Celine in over four years, Angie,” he said quietly.
“What…”
“I had a crush on her in college. She’s… she’s blonde, beautiful, elegant and comes from one of the best families in town. We run in the same social circles and she was everything my mother was looking for.” Dimitri paused. “It only took a few months into our marriage for me to realize that I didn’t love her. I loved the idea of her. The idea of finally living up to my mother’s expectations and marrying the blonde, blue-bred girl that she liked so much. My mother’s spent all her life reminding me of how pathetic I was, of how I would never be good enough, of how I killed my twin… When I married Celine, I thought she would finally be pleased with me. Finally stop comparing me to my dead sister. I thought that marrying a girl of her choice would make me good enough for her. I was wrong.”
His powerful shoulders sagged.
Angela stared at him. For a brief second, she could no longer see the powerful billionaire entrepreneur who had inspired success stories from all around the world. In front of her was a broken man, shattered by his past, destroyed by his mother.
Yet, when he spoke again, his voice was calm and confident. “I was all resigned to endure a lifetime of misery with a woman I didn’t love. After all, through her upbringing, my mother made sure that I would never feel good enough for anyone. She put me off meaningful relationships for life. Maybe the shallow liaison that I shared with Celine was the only thing I deserved. But then she started to drink and it didn’t take me long to find out that she’s nothing short of a drunk. I can’t count the number of nights that I got called to clubs or restaurants to pick up my wasted, unconscious wife. We didn’t even share a relationship anymore and that was fine by me.”
He continued. “More than once, she would go out with her friends, drink herself into a coma and then, if she was still conscious, she would come back home with a man and I would hear them fuck in the guest room. But,” he shrugged. “She was still my wife so I took care of her. She’s borderline bipolar as well and
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