All Chapters of My Pretty Dirty Kitten : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Braide Family issues? What family issues? I want to slap my face and finally focus on what's right in front of me. But how can I even do that? I lost my senses the second her fingers dabbed in spirit brushed past my nostrils. She was touching herself. I'm certain of that, I smelt her juices from the minute I hugged her. Sure I wanted to rattle Dmitry's feathers after Rhonda came home in tears but seeing her wrapped in a silk robe, hair in a bonnet and her pretty eyes on me. Not Dmitry, me. It struck a possessive nerve in me and I needed her in my arms. Now, sitting across from her watching those intense eyes egging me to continue my supposed plea for help I can't help but curse myself. I'm sure jealous of Dmitry Orlov. He gets her whenever he wants and yet…“Aren't you going to say something?” She asks, snapping my attention back to her. And I scratch the back of my head. Right. Family issues. Roxanne? Rhonda? She hates Rhonda a ton, so she wouldn't give a shit about her and

Gianna I locked my phone after that and sat on the staircase for another minute, staring at nothing. Whatever is going on between me and Tamer is getting more serious and more personal by the day, but it’s supposed to be just work. Not whatever this is becoming. Below me, Dmitry and Braide are doing that thing where they’re not technically talking but deciding whether to resume fighting or not. The tension between them is thick and unsettled. Braide looks more lost and blank than I’ve ever seen him. Rhonda is gone. That much is clear and Dmitry, as much as he’s trying to look nonchalant about it, still carries something sad in the set of his jaw. I tried to see it from their angle. Rhonda who has been circling this house and Dmitry himself like bad weather for weeks just packed a bag and left and somehow that feels like the beginning of something rather than the end of it. I don’t know why but thinking about it sends a shiver down my spine, the type that means something negati

Gianna “License stays.” That’s all Roxy says when we walk out and I genuinely could cry from relief on her behalf. She looks lighter now like someone reached into her chest and removed something heavy that had been sitting there for days. I’m genuinely happy for her. I’m also starving and my slides are actively punishing me for this entire morning but that’s a separate issue. We’re barely outside when her phone goes off. She’s already typing before I can open my mouth. “Braide?” I ask. “Sponsor.” She doesn’t look up. “Two minutes.” I lean against the wall and open my own phone. Tamer’s last message is still there from this morning but I don’t reopen the chat. There’s nothing new to say and besides my brain is already doing enough without adding him to the mix right now. Dmitry has called Seven times. I know this but I’m actively choosing not to think about it because thinking about it means thinking about how angry he’s going to be when I make it home tonight

Gianna “I’m really sorry Dima sweetie, you know if it was up to me I wouldn’t be in New York if it wasn’t urgent. Please don’t be mad at me pookie bear.” I stare at the text, and then back at a sleeping Dmitry. Dima sweetie? Pookie bear!??? He didn’t mention anything about this woman who— I thought he disliked pet names? Great to know Rhonda isn’t his only woman.Goodness, the idea of smothering him with a pillow feels so good right now.“Why are you up baby?” His gruff sleepy voice fills my ears and I shut my eyes, letting it engulf me for a split second before handing over his phone.“Your phone woke me up.”His eyes crack open, blinking slowly before glancing on his phone in my outstretched hand. His face contorts, a mix of fear or is it confusion? He sits up slowly and takes the phone, he hesitates a bit before reading it, a faint smile curves around his lips then it twists into a thin line.He sets the phone face down on the nightstand, and exhales through his nose.One day.

Dmitry “Good day, Mr. Orlov,” Mr. Musk greets from the other end of the line. I grunt in response, biting down on my lower lip when Gianna's fingers drift toward my zipper. I catch her wrist immediately, but she only smiles innocently from where she's perched on my lap, legs wrapped around my waist. Focus on your work while I do mine, she mouths. Damn it, kitten. She’s such a little menace. I tighten my hold on her wrist, silently warning her to behave, but Gianna merely shifts against me, entirely too pleased with herself. “Mr. Orlov?” Mr. Musk prompts from the other end. Shit. “My apologies,” I say, forcing my attention back to the call. “You were saying?” Gianna beams like she's just won some sort of award for being the world's greatest distraction. She's enjoying this. Entirely too much. “Of course,” Mr. Musk continues, oblivious to the war currently taking place in my office. “As I was saying, the board would like your final approval before moving forward.” “Send me