One night with Dimitrio Falcon

MELHe pulls out the chair opposite me. “Do you mind?” He asks. His eyes remain fixed on me as he takes his seat. He draws the chair closer and leans forward.My heartbeat quickens. I try to hide that I was in awe at how someone could look this good. I maintain eye contact.“I couldn’t help but notice you staring.”I look away, unable to hold his eyes. He saw me. The bar suddenly became two times hotter, I feel a pool of sweat form between my legs. “I think you’ve misunderstood,” I say quietly. I could only hope he would believe me.“I was just curious why anyone would wear sunglasses in a bar at night.”A light chuckle escaped his lips. “Curious cat”Oh my God. He takes off the shades and his beautiful dark eyes stare at me. It’s like a black hole, alluring and captivating like it would consume you whole.“You scared?” He reaches for one of my drink glasses on my table.“Hmm. macallan. Good choice.”I manage to force a smile. I suddenly felt small before this man. I could not stan

MELThe driver drops me off at a junction close to the bar where I met Dimitrio last night. I did not want him to find out where I live.“Are you okay here, miss?” The driver asks “Yes… yes, I am. Thank you so much.” I step out from the car and move a bit forward till he drives off. I hail another cab to take me back home. Home. More like my twisted reality.The cab drops me off and I stare at the mansion. I feel my stomach churn, I remember the sight I witnessed last night. I shake my head to fight back the memories, the feeling of disgust and disappointment crawling up my throat.I realize from my night with Dimitrio my feelings towards my marriage have changed.I immediately panic when I realize I am still wearing his clothes. I slid quietly into the house, hoping Jonah won’t notice. But as soon as I place my foot on the stair, I hear Jonah’s voice cut through the house.“Where did you go last night?” I turn to look at him. He is sitting at the dining table in his bathrobe, watc

DIMITRIOI hear a beep from my phone and reach out to grab it. I sigh, feeling a bit exhausted. Since the company was handed over to me by my late parents, I’ve been the sole heir and CEO of Dell's empire.THERE'S A MEETING WITH THE DIRECTORS THIS EVENING, SIR.It’s a message from my secretary. 6 PM. The time is currently 2 PM.I scroll to my text with Mel. I should text her but I do not. I sent texts to her earlier in the week but she didn’t respond. My thoughts wander to her and I worry about her well-being. Her husband doesn’t deserve her, her soft skin, her lips. That wonderful body and personality, all in one woman.“The car is ready, sir,” my driver, Mr. Sullivan says. He has been my personal driver and chauffeur since I was a baby.“hmm…’’ I nod. “Did you do as I instructed the other day?’’ “Yes, sir.’’ “You found out where she lives?’’ “Yes, sir. About a forty-five-minute drive from here. She lives at the Gracie Mansion.’’ My brows furrow.“Any information on the occupant

MEL “How can you say that?” I scream at my mum. “She slept with my husband. In my house, on my marriage bed.” I can’t hold the tears back anymore. “Is that why you tried to harm her with a knife? For Christ’s sake, Mel, she’s your sister,” My mum cuts in. “I didn’t do it. She did it herself.” “That just sounds delusional. You should learn to be accountable for your actions.” My dad adjusts in his chair. “Your husband left a while back after dropping her off. He says you haven’t been taking your anxiety meds. That’s why you’d assume he and Mara were having something together.” I can’t believe what they’re saying. I stare at them in disbelief. “I was only there that night to assist Jonah with his work. He saw me on his way home and decided to give me a ride.’’ Mara says. She’s lying through her teeth. “You lying bitch.’’ “Mind your words.” My dad says. I know my parents aren’t that gullible. At this point, they just don’t want to blame Mara. I get up from th

MELI fold the clothes scattered on my bed as the new maid, Luan, reads out the rest of my tasks assigned by Jonah today.“…and lastly, the boss wants you to attend the business party by 8 PM tonight.”I heave a tired sigh and I collapse onto the bed. I lift my hands and rub both eyes with my index fingers.“You know I don’t want to attend that.”“Then I assume you’ll inform Mr. Andrea about it yourself.” Luan adds, and I frown at her.I don’t say anything, but she understands. “You’re mandated to attend, ma’am.” I can see the sympathy in her eyes as she speaks. It makes me sick to my stomach.She’s been here long enough to see how Jonah treats me. He insisted on me being a full time housewife and Luan is Jonah’s gift to me. She’s a help and support.I sometimes think she’s Jonah’s way to keep his eyes on me. “You can decide not to attend,” she smiles. “But the boss won’t be happy about that. He will be very pissed off if he’s not represented properly.”“It’s alright.” I cut in, wav