All Chapters of My Pretty Little Kitten : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Gianna My spirit jolts out of my body, nearly sending me straight to the ER. I slam my laptop shut without a second thought before spinning around to face Dmitry. He has a coy smile playing on his lip and I can only pray he didn't read the text or even better, see what the site is about. “Why are you here?” I ask through my panic, his index finger lifts my face to meet him at eye level. “I should be the one asking questions, you must've broken your screen from how hard you slammed it.” I take a look at my laptop, silently praying nothing's wrong with it, Tamer might be spoiling me rotten, but that doesn't suddenly make me a billionaire. "My work is private, Dmitry." I point out, "I didn't want you reading the confidential emails." He cocks a brow and drops his finger, still smiling knowingly. "Hmm.." he hums, tapping the same index finger that was on my chin a few seconds ago, on his chin, "I've never smiled at confidential emails before. Work is supposed to be draining

KevinI should not be surprised that he's here. I shouldn't feel this much rage. She's not really my girlfriend so why does this fucking hurt?A small tap snaps me out of my deathly thoughts, Bri hides behind me when she sees Dmitry holding up different flavor of Cotton Candy.I flash her a small smile, ruffling her hair a bit. “Don't be scared, a friend of Gianna is our friend.” Gianna who should be doing the honors stands completely still, and if we were really in a relationship id swear I just caught her cheating. Or maybe I did. “Didn't think I'd see you again, Golden boy.” Dmitry chimes, sarcastically and I hold back the urge to punch him straight in the face. “What can I say, you can't seem to leave my girlfriend alone.” I smile, pulling Gianna to my side. Dmitry’s eyes narrow at my eyes on her side but he doesn't move to pull her away from me. Instead he smiles. The fucker smiles so freaking wide he almost looks like Pennywise.“Here you go, princess,” he says handing over

Gianna The past few days have been disgustingly perfect. Like something out of a honeymoon magazine I definitely can’t afford. My life has been simple—home, school, my room—texting and playing with Tamer—being with Dmitry. Mostly home-based dates, gaming, and… him. It's been fun. Too fun, if I’m being honest. Currently, Roxy sits across from me, staring at me like I’m an incomplete puzzle she can't seem to piece. “So why are we here again?” she asks, glancing around the mall. I shrug, trying to play it cool even though my heart is doing something stupid in my chest. “I wanted to get someone a gift.” Her brows lift immediately. “Someone?” I roll my eyes. “Don’t start.” “Oh, I’ve already started,” she leans forward, grinning. “Is this for Dmitry or mystery man?” We’ve—Roxy and I— managed to grow closer as the days passed, despite her brother’s heavy warning to stay away from me. She thinks I’m single. Also thinks I’m in some undefined thing with my brother’s best

Dmitry The fire in her eyes is the last coherent thing I register before my control snaps like a cheap thread. “Do it yourself,” she’d said, voice husky and challenging. Fuck. Me. I rise from the bed in one fluid motion, towering over her. My hand shoots out, fisting the front of her thin robe, with one sharp yank and the fabric rips open with a satisfying tear. The skimpy lingerie she wore for Tamer is still on — black lace barely containing her tits, the crotch already soaked and clinging to her swollen pussy. “Fuck, Gia,” I growl, voice low and rough. I don’t bother disguising it anymore. “You look so fucking gorgeous.” Her breath hitches. “Dima—” I spin her around hard, pressing her front against the tall mirror on the inside of her wardrobe door. The reflection shows everything: her flushed cheeks, wide eyes, the way her body trembles between fear and need. “Look at yourself,” I command, crowding behind her so she can feel my cock straining against my jeans. “I want you

GiannaI see red. Pure unadulterated red fury. That’s all I feel. That’s all I can think of as I watch her arms around him.Because why the fuck is she here?Rhonda’s arms cross around Dmitry, pulling him close like she belongs there, like she didn’t just disappear and now suddenly gets to touch him again. Whispering something in his ear that makes his features go taut.My stomach twists in disappointment, my first thought is to grab her by the hair and drag her across the hall and out the house… hell, out the building.My second thought?To run.To walk away like I didn’t see shit. Like I always do.But I’m tired of that.Tired of running. Tired of pretending things don’t get to me when they clearly do.I clear my throat. They both jolt, pulling away from each other so fast it’s almost embarrassing—like kids caught stealing.It nearly makes me laugh.Nearly.“Gianna,” Dmitry whispers.I brush past both of them, head high, like I didn’t just see her hands on him.Even though my ches