I'll Meet You There Heather Demetrios Novels & Stories

“Canceled? What do you mean, Dad?” With voice slightly raised, Dimitris replied, “I’ve had this conversation with Heather over and over again. I won’t be a party to her decision, Zeeb. I can’t support her marriage with the son of a traitor.” “Dimitris, be nice sometimes!” Lydia jumped in. “Heather is just a child, and Derrick shows her all the care.” But Dimitris’s sharp tone cut her off, his voice slightly raised. “I’m not yet finished, Lydia. Let me speak!” He retorted, his chair scraping against the floor as he sprang up. Just how sensitive was this topic to him? Spoiling the heirloom brunch.

His plans were finally falling into place. Now there was only one person remaining to make this all come together. He turned towards the hospital window Heather was in with a smirk. ~ Heather stared at the phone in her hand with a thoughtful expression on her face. After a while of contemplating, she turned on the phone and dialed his number. He immediately picked on its first ring. ”Daniel? Can we meet up tonight? We need to talk"...

I was next to the woman I loved, the woman who made everything feel right. Later that night, as I drifted off to sleep with Heather by my side, a sudden buzz from my phone jolted me awake. It was Damon. His message was brief: “Meet me at the pack territory gate. Now.” I groaned, running a hand over my face. What could he possibly want at this hour?

She checks everything, including the baby monitor and Heather’s background, but finds nothing suspicious. On the fourth day of Damien's departure, Carol meets Heather in the garden. Sitting by the lakeside while playing with Aria, Carol observes Heather, who flinches slightly when spoken to. "Yes, ma’am?" Heather, a 21-year-old orphan from Damien’s family orphanages, responds quietly. "What would you do if you got a paid vacation?" The unexpected question startles Heather. She looks at Carol with wide eyes, clearly nervous. "Am I being—" "No!" Carol raises a hand, interrupting her. "I’m just asking."

I walked towards him, this time he didn't send me away. I held his hands in my own and nodded. "Where?" "Anywhere that is not this house." He let out a long breath of air and took out his phone. "Mrs. Alexander? Yes it's me, Demetrius Mavros, I want the jet ready to fly immediately." Before the lady could reply he cut off the call. "Yes! Thank you, thank you!" I squealed jumping into Demetrius' arms. "Dont take my moment of kindness as a sign that this will happen all the time, just this once." He emphasized and I only rolled my eyes at him, a vacation, who would have thought?

I may have found a turn on for him, though whether it is piss or just creative torture, I am not certain. When the doorbell rings I bolt for it, ignoring the fact that we are both hard and flushed as I pull the door open and see Heather. What the fuck is she doing here? I didn’t even know she knows where I live. I mean, we fucked a few times at parties, she and I and Kai did threesomes and stuff and she rode my cock in front of everyone at one party, bt I haven’t seen much of her in at least two months. “Um…Rhett…I need to talk to you, but you might not want your…a…father? Here for it,” Heather says and I look between her and Gabriel.

“Can you give me his name and a bit about his appearance so I can confirm that the right one has reached you?” “Sure. His name is Demetri. He has black hair, and his eyes possess the rarest shade of hazel. I am not good at descriptions. Um, this young man looks like a front-page cover model. Is it enough to identify him?” OH MY GOODNESS! Desmond was there in the flesh, and Mom and Mia could see him. I was no longer the only one. “Yes, he is the right one. When did he leave? And what did he say to you?”

I watched Darius walk back toward the hotel entrance, his shoulders rigid with tension, disappearing through the doors without looking back. The moment he was gone, Heather's phone buzzed. She pulled it out and her expression shifted from curious to concerned in seconds. "Shit." She looked at me apologetically. "Emergency at the hospital. Multi-car pileup coming into the ER. I have to go." "Of course, go." I shifted Luna's weight on my hip. "We're fine." "I'm so sorry." Heather grabbed her purse from the car, leaving the shopping bags. "Rain check on the movie?"

"Because I'm interested in you, Lira." My heart skipped a beat. His gaze never wavered. "Not in the way you're thinking." Unfortunately, that explanation only made me more confused. Lucan leaned back in his chair. "Since that night, too many things around you have stopped making sense." I frowned. "What does that mean?" "I'll explain later." He slid the black folder across the desk toward me. "Eight o'clock tonight. Fiermox Tower. Don't be late." I stared at the folder before looking back at him.

Scrolling through her ex-boyfriend's recent post with his current girlfriend on I*, Clara put down her phone and smiled when the two supermodels who she was about to meet made their ways into her office. "Afternoon Ms. Hart," one of them smiled shyly while the one beside her grinned as they stood in front of her office desk. "Please," Clara chuckled. "Call me Clara. I feel so old when you call me Ms. Hart," "Nice to meet you Jenna," Clara shook hands with the one who smiled at her first and then, the one who grinned at her, "and you too Perrie,"