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“Why do you ask?” He scoots closer to me, his hand running up the length of my leg.
“It’s silly. Lionel called—"
“He what? You’re just now telling me this? Did you call the cops?” He bombards me with questions.
“Stop, he just called because he got served with the order. I blocked him again. It’s just that he used the few moments we were on the phone to plant doubts in my head.”
He scoots even closer until our bodies are flush. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against mine.
“My sweet Alex, just know I love you. In the couple of weeks we’ve known each other, the one thing I know for sure is how I feel about you. Do we know every single detail of each other's lives? No. But do we have a lifetime to learn them? Yes. Don’t let that asshole make you doubt what we have. What we’re building together.”
His lips graze along mine as he nuzzles his nose against me.
“How about we learn one new thing every day?” he whispers, his breath tickling my face.
“I would like that.”
His hand slips underneath my shirt, gliding up slowly until he meets the fullness of my breast. He groans when he discovers I’m not wearing a bra.
“You dirty little girl. Already eager, are we?”
“Always for you,” I whimper.
The door opening stops us mid-kiss and we look toward it.
“Dinnae stop on my account. I just have the food.” Donovan laughs.
Dimitri and I break apart as my stomach growls—the delicious aroma of Chinese food filling the room.
He walks to the dining table and sets it down. Dimitri’s bachelor pad is really nice. He has a piano set up in the corner of the living room, which he surprised me with being able to play.
Artwork and pictures of his family cover the wall. All of the men bear a striking resemblance to each other. Let’s just say the male DNA is strong in the Kuznetsov family. On a mantle over the fireplace, he has a shadow box of lighters. He told me how it’s one for all of his male ancestors. Each of them has something written in Russian. When I asked him what they said, he muttered something about a motto.
Dimitri helps me stand, gripping my hand, and guides me over to the table. Donovan pulls out a chair and I take a seat.
Who said chivalry was dead?
“So, Donny boy, our girl got a call from the psycho ex today trying to convince her she didn’t know everything about us. But me being the fucking genius I am, worked out a plan. Every day we’re going to tell Alex something about us she doesn’t know, or we haven’t shared.”
“I can get on board with that. So, Alex, one thing most people don’t know and if you repeat it outside this room, I’ll deny it, is that my favorite color is pink.”
Both Dimitri and I look at each other before bursting out in laughter.
“What!?” Donovan exclaims.
“That. Seriously, that’s what you’re sharing with me today?” I ask, wiping away the tears from laughing so hard.
“Oi, it’s something only Dimitri knows. And you’re hee-hawin’. I bared my soul to you about my favorite color, and this is the thanks I get.”
We look at one another. Dimitri’s face is red, trying to hold in his laugh. I can’t stop myself. When I start giggling, they both start chuckling.
Lionel’s attempt to break us apart is forgotten as we pass out the food and start eating. I can’t believe I let him get inside my head.
Chapter twenty-three
Dimitri
It’s late, but I can’t sleep. All I can think about is Alex returning to work tomorrow. She has the early shift, and as much as we wanted her to stay with us or vice versa, she said she wouldn’t get any sleep. We fought her on it, but eventually, she won, reminding us of the dangers of her job. She can’t afford to be sleep-deprived.
