Chapter 25 I Love You Madi 3
MADISON POV
It's decided: I'm going to meet Dimitri, even if it's the last time.
I was going down in the elevator, I knew he had already arrived, and I saw his car through the hotel window.
When I stepped out the door, Dimitri was standing leaning against his car, just like he did the first time he picked me up in front of Ma'am Rose's house.
"I knew you'd come, you look beautiful as always," he said as I approached his car.
Let's stop with the compliments and just tell me what you want from me.
Get in the car, Madi, we need to talk somewhere more private.
The last time you said that, you took me to your house and we spent the whole night having sex.
"This brings back great memories, we can do it again if you want," he said with a smile.
I'm not kidding, Dimitri.
If you don't want to be serious, I'm not getting in that car.
Okay, okay, let's have dinner at an inn a little further from here, but I won't do anything you don't want.
"That's the problem," I said in a whisper.
Upon arriving at the inn, we were warmly welcomed and escorted straight to a dinner prepared especially for the two of us.
To make matters worse, the dinner was candlelight.
He must be kidding me.
The place where we were was quite far from the other people; the table was outside in a kind of garden, and flowers surrounded us.
Madi, I want to tell you so much, I just need you to listen to me.
I'm all ears, Dimitri, but if your words aren't sincere, there's no point in even starting.
"I'm in love with you," he blurts out, and I almost choke on my wine.
"You have no idea how much it hurt me to leave you that night."
I highly doubt that.
You don't know what led me to do that.
It was a mistake for me to get married, but the reason wasn't love, Madi.
I don't love Fray; even she knows that, and this past year has made me realize how much I miss you.
So explain to me why this happened?
If you didn't want to get married, why did you get married? Don't tell me you were forced into it because I don't believe you.
"In a way, yes, my father, before he died, made me sign a contract stating that I would only have full control of the companies if I had a family." He pauses to hold my hand, but I pull away.
"But I didn't accept that, even with everyone pressuring me. One day, my mother told me she was ill and that the illness could kill her. I'm not a sentimental man, you know, but she was my mother, and I would do anything to please her in that situation. So I got married."
I remain silent, having nothing to say; millions of things are going through my head at this moment.
"I don't love Fraya," he repeats.
"You don't love anyone, Dimitri. If you were truly in love with me, you would have looked for me sooner.
Six months have passed, Dimitri, half a year.
If we hadn't met here, our lives would have continued the same way."
No, I didn't look for you because I didn't know it was all a lie by my mother.
I only found out recently, and besides, I was trying to forget you, but I couldn't.
Madi, you won me over when our eyes met while you were dancing on that stage.
You danced for me, and right then I desired you more than anything.
You need to believe me.
"You hurt me, Dimitri, and you're married now. All we have to do is distance ourselves from each other and forget about it.
We would never work out, we have to be realistic.
There's no such thing as 'Love Beyond The Brothel."
It can happen, you just have to want it because I want you, Madi.
Damn, I've never felt this way before. Give me a chance.
I never, under any circumstances, imagined myself being on all fours for a woman and begging in front of her, but here I am.
Dimitri takes my hand, breaking down all the barriers that prevented him from entering.
What can I do if I love this man, and each of his words was as if he were parting the sea that separated us?
Without thinking of anything else, I get up from the chair and walk around the table, sit on Dimitri's lap with one leg on each side, and kiss him passionately, holding his hair, feeling everything resurface again.
I lose control when I feel Dimitri's lips on my skin.
Honestly, I don't know how we got to the room, but I don't care.
All I want is him inside me, filling me in every way possible.
I missed this so much while Dimitri was thrusting into my pussy while I was on all fours, I screamed like a bitch in heat.
People 100 meters away could hear my screams.
The longing and desire for this man made me lose all my senses and surrender to this crazy passion.
I could be making the biggest mistake of the century, but feeling his breath on my neck, his intense eyes fixed on mine, was all I needed.
The next morning, I woke up with Dimitri embracing me.
I remember our night and watching him sleep, so serene and so beautiful.
Honestly, I never thought I would fall in love when I arrived in this city, and now I'm here completely devoted to a man who has nothing in common with me.
I look at the clock and it's almost 10 am.
I slowly get out of bed without waking him, put on my clothes, and leave the room.
I didn't want to leave him, but I need to go before Cohen arrives at the hotel.
It took half an hour to get to the hotel, and I was hoping to arrive before Cohen.
When I open the bedroom door, I find Cohen with a glass of whiskey in his hand, completely unrecognizable.
"May I know where Madi spent the night?" he asks, completely calm.
"I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk," I lied.
"Lies!" Cohen shouts, throwing the glass against the wall.
I shrank back against the sofa at his reaction.
You spent the night with him, Madi, I know, don't lie to me, damn it.
How do you know that?
"I hired a bodyguard to look after you," he says, and that pisses me off.
What? You hired someone to watch me?
Is that right?
It was for your safety.
"My safety is nothing, you're just like Ma'am Rose, how could I have been so wrong about you, am I your prisoner too, Cohen?"
This conversation isn't about me; it's about you.
Don't change the subject.
"Yes, if you want to know, I spent the night with Dimitri.
He's the man I love.
I'm only here with you because I work at that damn nightclub, and I'm forced to go out with men like you.
You hired me, that's all, Cohen.
Don't think it was anything more than that, because as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing more to it."
You're right, I was a foo
l, I was deceived by you, but don't worry, I'll fix this.
Pack your bags, you'll be back immediately.
The week isn't over yet.
I don't want you here anymore.