Interlude: Chapter 8

Dimitri

Dimitri bit the back of his pen. He didn’t intend on becoming that intimate with Amy when he went to look at how her training was progressing, but then he saw her in that tiny towel and he ultimately lost his senses. How did he manage to not throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out after she came from his touch alone? Normally he would not bother chasing a skirt for sex, but Amaranthe was his wife. She was different. He needed to try for her. His phone buzzed, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Yes?” he answered impatiently. His assistant answered, “Mr. Baranov, I have your father on the other line.” She says, and he grunted for her to put him through.

“Papa,” he acknowledged his father with his usual endearment. He wasn’t exceptionally close to the man, but respected and feared him, nonetheless. “The Baranov Black and White Ball will be held this Saturday, Dimitri. Bring your wife along