Chapter 24 Beat Dimitri's Wife 2
MADISON POV
Fraya chokes on one of the pieces of bread she had just put in her mouth, she looks at me and then at Dimitri.
Look, I'm not going to sit here and eat at a table with a woman like that, Dimitri
What's that? — I said, my eyes blazing.
That's right, you heard me.
I don't associate with people like you.
I'm surprised, Cohen, that a man of your status would be walking around with a tramp.
I literally lose control when she calls me a slut; if she wants a scandal, then she'll get one.
I lunge at her, knocking Fraya to the ground, and start slapping her repeatedly across the face.
The sluts over there are better people than you, you cow.
She screams for help, but neither Cohen nor Dimitri does anything to stop me, which is good; I take out all my anger on her.
After a few minutes, I feel arms pulling me off the blonde cow, and I feel great when I see the damage I've done to that pretty little face.
Cohen asks if I'm okay while the other one cries uncontrollably in her husband's arms, who isn't paying any attention to her at all; he just watches me from afar.
"Let's get out of here, Madi," Cohen said, taking me in his arms and leading me outside.
I follow him towards the exit.
People look at us with disapproving glances, but who cares? She deserved it.
Before we reach the car, Dimitri catches up with us.
Hey, wait, I apologize for what Fraya said.
I'm really sorry, Madi.
You don't need to apologize for her, and if you expect me to, I won't.
I didn't expect you to do that.
Before saying goodbye and returning to his wife, Dimitri kisses my hand and slips a note into it.
I don't know what to do, so I smile at him and hide the note in my bag.
He leaves soon after.
"I need to tell you something," Cohen turns to me.
No, Cohen, let me speak.
I'm sorry; I lost my temper.
I know that's not the behavior you expected from me, and I'm truly sorry for that.
I promise it won't happen again.
Cohen puts his finger to my lips, pulls me close to his body, and says.
"She deserved it, and I'm proud of you. I just hope I never deserve a beating like that," he said playfully.
Silly, I would never hit you — I give him a quick kiss on the lips.
Shall we go to the hotel?
So, what about our outing? I wanted to take you to see the city.
Let's leave it for another day, what I want now is a bath and to relax.
"Okay, let's go then," he agrees.
I feel bad for lying to Cohen, but I couldn't wait to find out what's written on the note Dimitri gave me.
" I'll be waiting for you in front of the hotel when night falls, I won't accept refusals."
I spend the rest of the day in my room while Cohen works on his laptop, his face serious, not letting me get close.
I tore the note Dimitri gave me into tiny pieces, but I haven't stopped thinking about him for a second.
I'm torn; if he didn't have something important to say, he wouldn't have done this.
My head is a mess; it's like there's an angel on one side and a devil on the other, arguing about whether or not I should accept the meeting with him.
Of course, I feel guilty for considering this possibility, but thinking about it from another perspective, even though I enjoy Cohen's company, it doesn't compare at all to what I feel around Dimitri.
He was my first love, he hurt me a lot, but even so, I can't stop feeling this way about him.
My status as a prostitute doesn't give me the chance to choose what to do with my life; if I could, I would be far away from both of them.
My heart can't take it anymore.
Night falls and I still don't know what to do.
95% of me wants to stay quiet here without getting into trouble, but the other 5% is craving the adrenaline my body needs, and that's all I get with him.
My curiosity to know what he wants from me is through the roof, and to make matters worse, an opening appears that would certainly be very difficult not to take advantage of.
I notice Cohen moving away from me to answer a phone call.
I watch him and see that he's clearly nervous.
When he finishes his conversation, he turns to me with an impassive face.
"I need to go, I'll be out overnight, don't worry, I'll be back in the morning." He grabs his wallet and car keys.
Where are you going?
What's going on, Cohen?
Madi, don't ask me questions, you know I can't answer them.
Okay, I wouldn't ask.
Not yet, sorry to leave you alone but it's necessary, I have to sort this out.
Have a good night, Madi — He kisses my forehead and leaves.
"Good night" I replied, but the door had already closed.
After that, I keep wondering what he's hiding from me.
It must be something very serious to have so many secrets; it intrigues me quite a bit but I leave that question aside and rush to get ready.