All Chapters of My Pretty Dirty Kitten : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DmitryYa otorvu emu golovu, yesli on budet obnimat’ Dzhannu dol’she dvadtsati sekund. [I will rip his head off if he keeps hugging Gianna for more than twenty seconds].I eye the both of them, grinding my teeth so hard my jaw begins to ache. She asked me to give her space, and somehow that translated into parading around the entire hospital with Braide, laughing with him like the last hour never happened.And yes, I followed her. From the second she walked away from me outside the doctor's office. I told myself it was because I was worried, because I couldn't bear the thought of her breaking down alone, but standing here watching another man hold her while she melts into his arms has every ugly emotion inside me clawing its way to the surface.I saw it earlier when she looked at me. I heard it in every word she threw at that doctor. She thinks I don't understand what she's feeling, that I couldn't possibly know what it's like to stand there helpless while someone you love slips furth

Gianna "Do we have to be here?" I ask, rolling my eyes.Somehow, Dmitry had managed to drag me out of the house to meet his ex fake partner... Candace, I think.He offers me that annoyingly warm smile before pulling me into his arms. "I want you to meet everyone I care about. Is that so bad?"I frown, resting my chin against his chest.No.It wasn't bad.I just knew I wasn't going to like her.The woman had given him that ridiculous nickname, and from the way he'd spoken about her, they'd been close once. Maybe I was being irrational. Maybe I was being dramatic.Maybe.But if you had someone like Dmitry Orlov, you'd be possessive too.I let out a deep sigh before shaking my head at him."This isn't going to go well. I can feel it deep in my chest, Dima, sweetie."A chuckle rumbles in his chest."I never took you for one of those petty women, kitten." He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. "Don't overthink it. Candace is pretty cool."Candace.Right.That's her name."You never cal

GiannaI rush to the bathroom the second I get home, not even bothering to check whether Dmitry is home or not. I pull the pregnancy test out of my bag and quickly tear open the box.My hands tremble as I use it before setting it on the edge of the sink.Then I wait, pacing the length of the bathroom, my heart hammering against my ribs as the seconds drag by.What am I going to do if it comes back positive?I can’t keep it.A baby would ruin every plan I’ve made for myself. My future. My career. My life.And Dmitry…What if he doesn’t want it either?A sharp knock on the bathroom door startles me out of my skin before Dmitry's calm voice follows."Baby, you in there?"My eyes dart between the pregnancy test sitting on the countertop and the bathroom door.Shit.My throat dries up the second I try to answer him.Breathe, Gia.I squeeze my eyes shut and force a shaky breath out of my lungs."I'm taking a dump," I call back, praying my voice doesn't crack. "I'll be out in a second."Heat

I wake to another wave of cramps rolling through my stomach, sharp enough to drag me out of sleep. A frustrated groan slips past my lips as I pull the duvet over my head, hoping another five minutes will somehow make the pain disappear. It doesn't. If anything, the ache only settles deeper into my body, reminding me that my period has officially decided to make my life miserable.I squeeze my eyes shut and try to drift back to sleep, but Daine's messages keep flashing through my mind. I skipped three sessions already, and there was no chance Tamer would let a fourth one slide without consequences. As tempting as it is to spend the entire day curled up in Dmitry's arms, I know I have to log in tonight.I hate that I even want to.Things with Dmitry have never been better. Every passing day makes it harder to imagine my life without him, yet a part of me still looks forward to those sessions. They excite me in a way I can't quite explain, and the realization fills me with more guilt tha

GiannaHe doesn't hear me. My chest tightens as I stare at the phone in his hands, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes are seeing. Maybe he doesn't know Gianna and Kitten are the same person, but that doesn't stop the ugly sting of jealousy from spreading through me. He'd been intimate with another woman. He'd spent money on her, showered her with gifts, called her his personal whore, and all the while he'd been telling me I was the only woman he wanted. Was that why he'd never allowed me into this room? Was this what he'd been hiding behind a locked door every single night?Then another thought crashes into me so violently it steals the air from my lungs. The piercings. Every single time Dmitry and I had slept together, I'd seen the rings through his nipples and the piercing through his cock. Tamer had those exact same piercings. I'd touched them. Teased him about them. I'd even joked that whoever convinced him to get them deserved a medal. How had I never questioned it? How had