Chapter 30: Chapter:30

**Taylor's POV**

"Why would you ask me something like that?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "You're still not answering the question." He says turning around and taking his jacket off.

"Ofcourse I don't. I don't even fucking know him." I say and he scoffs. "And not knowing someone never stopped people from sleeping with them. You act like you are the epitome of the 90 day rule." He says sarcastically and it takes me a second to reaise what he's saying.

"Wow. That is low." I say. Him using our situation as a method of attack is insane when he's the one who practically begged me to do this. " You have problem, Dimitri. You have a jealousy and insecurity problem and I am not willing to deal with someone who can't trust me." I say and he looks up at me.

" For goodness sakes, it has only been a week and you are acting like I am married to you already." I say and he scoffs once again. "The length of a relationship shouldn't excuse inappropriate behaviour." He says like that means anything and I laugh.

"What inappropriate behaviour!? How was I being inappropriate by watching someone open a gift. You are acting crazy." I tell him and he glares at me before walking over to the bar. He pours himself a glass of wiskey and immediately takes a sip from it.

"I don't want you near him. I don't like how you make me feel when you stare at him." He says and I honestly appreciate how open he is with telling me what he wants. He can't decide for me though.

"You don't own me." I say without think and he looks up at me with a small smirk. "Oh really. You might want to check again." He says getting up and grabbing the signed contract from the table and waving it around. I brought it from my apartment this morning asfter signing it last night and how I regret that now.

"I'm sorry." He quickly says and I shake my head in disbelief.

*Did this motherfucker really just pull that card.*

"I see now. You had to act all nice and shit until I signed the contract, now you're showing me what you really are like." I tell him as I sit down on the couch. His face softens and I give him a forced laugh.

"No, Taylor. That definitely isn't the case. I just don't like Daniel around you. I didn't mean what I just said." He says and I wipe the small tear that escaped my eye. "Please don't cry, Taylor."

He says as he softly sets him drink on the table and walks over to me. He kneels down and grabs my chin. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He apologises once again and I look at him.

"I didn't look at Daniel in anyway. Why can't you understand that I'm not attracted to him at all." I tell him and he nods.

"I just don't want the same thing to happen again." He says and it's as if his own words didn't register in his head before he sais them. He gets up quickly and steps back a little. "Forget I said that." He says and I look at him with furrowed brows. "What do you mean forget, what happened?" I ask and he sighs. "I said leave it." He says with finality in his voice and I have no choice but to drop the subject.

"You need to start realising that you can't project what people in your past did to you, onto me, Dimitri. It's not fair that I have to be on the receiving end because you can't seem to heal. I'm not going to allow you to treat me like this." I tell him sternly and he stands quietly infront of me before nodding. "I know, I'm sorry." He says and I ROLL MY EYES.

"Stop apologizing and start acting right." I tell him fed up with hearing him apologize.

"Okay."

"I am going to sleep in your guestroom tonight, is that okay with you?" I ask and he looks at me, about to argue but I give him a pointed look. "That's fine." He says lowly and I nod before walking in the direction of the guestroom.

I push the door open and the room smells clean. Turning the light on, I walk into the room and scan it. The bed is made up with plain covers. It's smaller then Dimitri's room but it has the same layout. The off-white coloured walls are covered with a few paintings. The bathroom door is open but the light is turned off.

I unzip my dress with some difficulty before getting it off. I pick it up off the floor and lay it over the arm rest of the chair. I sit down on the bed and take my shoes off before heading to the bathroom. I turn the shower on and hop in once it's hot. I thorougly wash my body to get the party and the stress of five minutes ago off of me.

Once I am done, I hope out and wrap a towel around my body before standing infront of the sink to wash the make-up off my face. I have to use some body wash and water because my bag is in Dimitri's room and I don't feel like seeing him just yet.

I finish up in the bathroom and pull the door open just to find him sitting on the bed. My bag is next to him on the floor. *Atleast he brought it.*

"I thought you'd want this." He says and I nod. "Thanks." I say holding the towel against my body. "We leave at 8AM tomorrow morning, any later and my mother will have a fit." He says and I nod.

"Do you really have to sleep in here tonight?" He asks looking like a little boy and I have to fight the urge to say 'no'. "Dimitri, please." I say softly and he nods.

"Okay. I'll leave you alone tonight." He says as he walks over to me and gives me a soft kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, Taylor. Sleep well." He says, his gruff voice almost making me give in.

"You too." I say and he walks to the door before leaving and closing it behind him.

Sighing, I unzip my bag and get an oversized T-shirt from it before putting it on and hopping underneath the covers.

As I'm laying here, my mind runs a mile a minute and I can feel the frustration building up again. "This is too much for the first week." I say to myself.

I don't know how but I start drifting off to sleep with one thought on my mind.

*I hope tomorrow's better.*