CHAPTER 18
AZALEA
I saw Dimitri’s mood change as soon as the last couple arrived. Who could they be to affect him like this?
“DL, (laughs) Happy Birthday, dude,” the man excitedly greeted Dimitri. He wore an informal outfit, a rolled-up light blue long-sleeved polo shirt, and dark blue denim. Looking so much like a playboy, just like Dimitri.
My bad, but this bunch of elite young people have s*x written all over their faces. I could understand why Dimitri had that in his system, but I wasn't here to judge anyone. It was how they look at life --booze and good-time combined. I didn't change my expression, even when Dimitri introduced me to him.
“Thanks, Dude. This is Azah, my girl,” he said without flinching.
I gulped. Was I branded as his? Why was there a contravening feeling inside
