His Precious Flower

Chapter 7

Dimitri POV

I can't believe my flower lives in the slums.

It's hardly suitable for such a beauty and I can't imagine her associating with anyone there.

I looked into her folder after she closed the door in my face and since then, I've been working on

some adjustments.

I can fix her situation easily.

That fourth thousand a year salary is not enough, so I raised her money to match her skill.

Seventy thousand should do the trick.

I however can't just tell her that I changed her salary or she won't fall into the second part of my

plan.

She needs to rely on me, at least a little bit.

It's been twenty four hours and now it's time to make my move.

With two empty duffles in tow, I storm my way to my car where the driver waits and give him

Flavia's address.

Twenty two minutes later, I'm out of the car and knocking on my flowers door.

Luckily, she seems to have followed yesterday's schedule and is home from the gym.

"Dimitri," she says unimpressed.

I shove the door open until she's exposed in her nightclothes and let myself in quickly.

"Flower," I say dropping the empty duffles on the ground.

"Start packing."

Flavia eyes me with anger and crosses her arms stubbornly.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I beg to differ."

Copying her pose, I add a bit of intimidation into my stare, causing her to falter a bit.

"I'm staying here."

"You are moving to a much better place if you want a thirty thousand dollar raise. I can't risk my

best dancer getting shot when she steps out of her apartment."

She cringes, but I can tell the money caught her attention.

"A raise?"

I nod.

"You impressed me and as soon as the theatre is fixed up you'll be performing in front of many

more people. That calls for a raise."

She is silent for at least two minutes, but eventually she gives in since I made it seem like it

wasn't a hand out.

It takes five minutes to pack everything she wants and it hardly fills up the bags, but I can fix

that later.

Lugging the duffles over each shoulder, I lead her out of the... Apartment and to my Town car.

She's skeptical about getting into a vehicle that comes with a driver, but luckily doesn't argue.

Much.

before long were up the road in the better part of the city where you can walk without fear.

My flower looks out the window in awe.

Surely she's been in a car before?

Pulling into the driveway of my home, we go past the open gates before coming face to face with

my too large house.

It's irrational for one man to have so much space, but now that I have company...

Flavia's mouth is agape and I tap her chin to make her close it.

"Words flower."

She stutters for a moment before I open the door for her.

"It's lovely, but I can't live here. Even with the raise it's too exp-"

"You don't pay to live here," I butt in.

"You live here for free with me. I have more than enough space so don't argue, we're already

selling your apartment."

She seems offended at first, but is smart enough to keep her mouth closed.

It takes fifteen minutes to give a general tour of the two levels and fifty rooms, but I think Flavia

has the gist of things.

"Now, there is one more thing I want to talk to you about," I say with her submissive nature in

mind.

Her hands are already folded in front of her and she looks up at me with her pale blue doe eyes.

"Do you know what a submissive is?"

Her brow furrows and she tilts her head slightly.

"No."

I smile widely and I'm sure my eyes darken with it.

Perfect.