"Really? Oh, wow! I am so proud of you, Itsi!" Damon gushes at her cheerily when she tells him about her win at the fight. Itzel giggles at him and thanks him. "Itsi.." Now his voice sounds serious all so sudden. "I am sorry that you have yourself involved in this mess too." Itzel sobers up from her giggling and clears her throat slightly. "Dam, none of this is your fault, yet get it?" She says to her best friend who always happens to blame himself for her involvement in the underworld. Even after her repeatedly denying it, he thinks that way. But in all reality, it was Itzel herself who had decided to get into the underworld. At that time, she had thought that it was a necessary evil for her as she would be doing what she loves to do and her mind would be on sane side while being off of Dmitri at the same time. She has never once blamed Damon for all of this but she has no idea why he keeps doing it to himself though. Damn, what would she do with this best friend of hers who is just
*Slurppp...* Dmitri groans out loud at the annoying slurping sound being created by his boss. To say he is old and matured enough! "Boss, that is enough! You had already two cups of tea. It would be no good to your health to have any more than this." He tells him to stop, partly because now he is growing rather impatient and vexed by his slurping and the fact that he has called him up here to tell him something but has not yet told him that. The old man chuckles amusedly before placing the now empty cup of tea back on the table infront of him. "Right, right! You care so much about me, Dmitri!" He gushes out childishly with an impish grin, and Dmitri rolls his eyes at him probably knowing that he is aware of his impatience all too well. "Okay, so now coming to why I have called you here o meet..(clearing his throat) I got a call this morning only. From Ms. Anita..." He drawls out while training his eyes on Dmitri. He almost immediately sits straight up on his chair and gives his boss
Walking through the busy roads, Dmitri finally reaches the hotel where Ms. Anita is staying currently. There is still so much brightness around seeing as the sun is yet to set. It is only fifteen minutes five in the evening and here is Dmitri, walking into a hotel to meet someone confidential. He remembers telling his boss that he would be able to leave the mansion only after nine in the evening. But according to him, Ms. Anita is going to go back on flight at around six thirty in the evening today only. Why did that woman come here in the first place for the shortest period of time? Only so that she could meet Dmitri? No, that is something difficult to stomach! To be able to reach to his destination on time and to not mess up like his boss had told him to, Dmitri had to cook up a quick lie to Mrs. Singh saying that he is experiencing an upset stomach for quite a few days now and would like to go and have himself checked up by a doctor today. And, like the kind lady that she is, she
Huffing loudly, Itzel falls back on her bed now looking straight up at the ceiling. She is growing really tired of how her ma is interrogating her since the morning today. It has been this way since she has come to know about Itzel getting herself injured. And now, she is overbearingly questioning her about how she got it. Of course, she told her exactly the same thing that she has told Mr. Taylor earlier. But being her 'ma' she is well aware of each and every move of hers, like she loves to put it! "Looking all poor now is not going to help you, Itzel!" The voice of her ma travels into her ears and releasing a sharp breath, she lifts her head up so that she is now looking directly into her eyes as she stands right beside the edge of her bed. "Maa..." She whines hoping it will help her get rid of the interrogation her ma has put her in. But who is she kidding? Rolling her eyes at her childish whine, she maneuvers her to sit back up straight on the bed by her arm and sits herself infr
Laying there on her back on the bed with her right leg propped up on a soft pillow, Itzel looks quite comfortable. Wearing a demin shorts with her legs parted in a way that is enough to draw in unwanted attention. Though she is very unaware of her current position as she is easing on the mattress with one of her hands holding her phone against her ear and the other one casually dangling down the bed busy scratching a purring Ginger who is lying on the floor. It is most probably the sound of the door being pushed open with a snap diverts her head and she looks straight into Dmitri's eyes. A good minute passes by and no one of them move even an inch but then hearing Archer's voice coming from the other end of the line, Itzel jumps a slight bit and perhaps realizing the compromising position she is lying down in and sits straight up on the bed causing the mattress to bounce a little due to the impact. If she were lying on the hard floor, she must given herself a whiplash by this. "Uh, M
"Ah! Finally, relief!" Itzel breathes out in utter relief as she does not feel much pain when she moves her right toe back and forth a few times. It is weekend today and she is going out to meet Archer in a few. He said that he will come get her and so, she is going ready to go out with him. Itzel has promised him that she will introduce him to her best friend. And lucky for her, Damon has also agreed to meet him. At first, he was reluctant saying that he will feel like a third wheel between them to which Itzel just laughed in return. What else could she do? Neither she can tell even her best friend that there is nothing such going on between her and Archer! Archer has told her seriously not to tell anyone about him not being a straight. And she is not one to break her promise! "Itzel, baby?" Her ma shouts for her from outside her room. "Are you ready yet? Archer is here, baby!" She informs her."Yes, ma! I am almost ready now. I am coming down in two, okay?" She hears a muffled 'oka
Scrunching her eyebrows together, Itzel slowly stands up from her seat and Damon follows her action where as Archer remains seated across from them eyeing the handsome yet intimidating man who has appeared at their table. With his gaze now trained on a wary looking Itzel, Dmitri trots closer to where she stands until his legs touch the edge of the material making him halt there. "It is nice to see you again, Itzel!" He says softly with a smile. But she can't seem to return his gesture as she is too caught up in ogling him. He has not changed much just his hair is cut short than before and his face is clean shaven. The last time when she had ran into him, she did not get much time to take in his appearance but she is sure that he does not look any different from the last time. Gulping again, Itzel bobs her head at him as though to acknowledge his greeting because right at this moment, her throat feels all clogged up. She can't manage to even look him in the eyes. Those azure eyes of D
"Huh? What did you say?" Itzel questions in confusion about what she heard from him. Dmitri straightens up immediately in alert. Thank God he did not say anything about his real name! At least he did not say that he loves it when she calls him Ruc with love! That would have been too much of a sacrifice for his plan now..."Uh, I said that...uh..I like it when you call me Mr. Taylor. Yeah, that was what I meant!" He rambles off quickly. "But I like it even more when you call me Mr. butler." He mumbles lowly and Itzel's eyes flicker between his own before she blinks and lets her head lower to ogle the glass of turmeric milk in her hand which has now comparatively cooled down. She brings the tumbler near her lips and takes a quick sip almost risking her tongue to get burned. And almost immediately, Dmitri gets hold of her hand which is holding the glass and takes it out of her hold setting it on the nightstand before cupping her face in between his palms gently but with sudden urgency. "