The Best of Dimitri's Effect

Chapter Four

Sophia

          This whole week without having any interruptions caused by both of my foster parents nor their son, has made me feel a little bit better about myself. It doesn't just make me feel calmer but my anxiety doesn't go bat s**t crazy, either—points out a lot, knowing this week is a lot better than the weeks that I've went through before, I can even consider them hell.

          My mind wanders back to when this whole chaos didn't happen, when my heart was always at ease and my mind easily occupied with good things. How great it would be to have that kind of life again but unfortunately . . . it was just a passing moment.

          At first, I thought that having someone to take me into their home would mean a lot, as if I was given a second chance at life and at a very young age of four, it was what a child could think of: happiness and be loved.

          Then again, it was far from what I expected.

          As simple as that, at the age of thirteen, I ended up understanding whenever my heart beats fast and my mind wanders off to overthink, it was signs of a panic attack . . . of anxiety. It was when I knew the cause wasn't far from what was in front of me, the family that took me in.

          So, when I find myself actually laying in peace, without hearing anyone shouting or screaming, I'm really, really, thankful. Deep down, I'm scared because I know this will all end and it'll return back to normal, all the shoutings, the screaming.

          Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one with problems, as if I'm the only one with issues because every time I step out of that door, I'm dragged to meet with people who smiles and laughs while I stay still at my spot with a book in my hand, trying to distract myself from reality.

          My own horrible reality.

          Exactly when I hear someone knocking on the door, I'm left with awful memories of my own, causing my whole body to remain frozen; the nightmares wandering and running freely in my mind . . . showing off the face I'd never want to see ever again in my life due to that night.

          ''Dion?'' Dimitri asks, breaking me from my trance as I stay still, seeing an unknown figure stepping inside the apartment.

          The man continues to pant before wiping dreads of sweat on his forehead using the back of his hand, ''Oh god . . . Mr. Belrose, did the elevator not work?'' He asks, an Australian accent showing through as he starts to use his own hand as a fan to dry away his sweats.

          ''What do you—''

          He is who known as Dion cuts him off by pointing at my figure, making his way towards me. ''Holy cheese macaroni, are you real?!'' He exclaims, excitedly which causes me to blink a few times in confusion, only glancing at Dimitri and back at him for a few times. ''This can't be happening. You can't be real,'' He continues to mutter under his breath as he starts to cup onto my face.

          With my cheeks being pinched and my lips being pushed forward, ''Excuse me?''

          ''Your skin, girl. Are they real? Tell me where did you get it done? It's too flawless!'' The way those words left his mouth and how his eyes fill with awe while he continues to cup onto my face as if it's the only thing he has ever seen.

          ''Um—'' My eyes wander to Dimitri who seems to be standing near the front door, still surprised at Dion's sudden action to grab onto my face and just pinch my cheeks, as if they're a dough.

          ''Hands. Off.'' Dimitri says, standing in between Dion and I.

          ''Geez, sorry.'' Dion rolls his eyes and within seconds, I find him offering me a hand, ''The name's Dion. Personal assistant to Dimitri Pierre Belrose, the CEO of—''

          Just like that, Dimitri cuts him off again. ''I think that's enough introduction for today, right? What are you doing here?'' He asks, trying to speak in hush tones even when I can hear them clearly but I try to pay no attention, at all, only eyeing Dimitri from behind . . . realising how broad his shoulders are and see Dion continue to glance at my direction for a few times.

          I'd admit, the man in front of has this aura where it holds power and determination. When he walks, he walks with full of confident as if the whole world belongs to him and when he talks, it's as if he knows the words to say. It's like he's made and sculpted by God, himself due to his strong jawline, high-cheekbones and fairly attracting cologne.

         I've just lost myself in my own thoughts of the man I barely even know and without even paying any attention to the conversation their having.

         ''Give me some credit, Mr. Belrose. I took the stairs when I could've taken the elevator!'' Dion sighs, running his fingers through his hair but slowly as if he's afraid of messing it before he starts to place the files on his coffee table.

         ''I didn't ask you to take the stairs!'' Dimitri replies, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

         Dion groans, ''Well, if you didn't leave these files at the office then I wouldn't even have to take the stairs nor the elevator, for god's sake. How is it my fault that I had to come over here and hand these over to you? I was already on my way home,'' He answers, crossing his arms.

         It confuses me for a moment . . . who's the boss again?

         ''These files are for next week, Dion. That is why I left them at the office,'' Dimitri says, as if he's too fed up to deal with his own personal assistant.

        ''You didn't tell me!'' Dion gasps.

        ''What was I supposed to do? Stick a note on it so that you wouldn't randomly bring it to me? Would that be helpful?'' Dimitri crosses his arms, showing off his nicely-toned biceps which causes me to slightly drool at the sight but I mentally slap myself, not wanting to feel like a fool. He's just a beautiful specimen, nothing wrong with that.

         ''You don't know what kind of crap I had to go through to get here! I got catcalls for god's damn sake.'' He places a hand on his chest, ''Do you even know how humiliating it was to go through the streets when they were busy checking out my ass?'' Then, he begins to massage his temples as if he has a massive headache.

          ''First of all, there's no one like that in this neighbourhood. Second, I thought you like being the centre of attention. Third, cut the crap, Dion, you like it when people look at your ass.'' Dimitri responds, causing me to hold back my own chuckles because as of now, it looks like they're both having a worthless argument.

          Dion wipes off his non-existent tears, ''But I only like it when they're CEOs!''

          Then, Dimitri walks towards the balcony before looking down as he starts to walk back towards us, ''You came here with your car and you dare lie to my face about getting catcalls?!'' Dimitri asks, causing Dion to immediately blink, as if he had just realised how his drama is all a waste.

          ''Oh, look at the time!'' He taps onto his wrist watch before standing up, ''I must get the hell out of here now because there's a sexy man waiting for me at home,'' He adds, fixing his hair by looking in the mirror on the wall.

          ''Well, good riddance.'' Dimitri responds.

          ''By the way, where did you meet her? Have you been keeping here a secret all along, Mr. Belrose?'' He asks, stopping before he reaches the front door. ''Don't . . . don't tell me, she's your sub?'' The way his lips form an 'O' as he gasps causes Dimitri to immediately push him towards the front door.

         ''I'm not into those kind of things!'' Dimitri says, more like he was saying it to me instead of to Dion.

          ''I knew there was always a darker side of you, Mr. Belrose to be involved in BDSM.'' He chuckles, ''Be careful, I'm sure he's a beast in bed!'' Then, Dimitri starts to slam the door shut, leaving us to finally be occupied with silence.

           Dimitri walks back towards the living room with his hair in a mess, ''Sorry about that, Dion is always like that.'' He clears his throat while I nod, finding the whole Dion thing to be entertaining while it lasted. ''And . . . please don't believe whatever he said, I'm not into b**m or anything like that,''

          I chuckle, ''I'm not judging.''

          His eyes widen for a second, ''But, I'm not.''

          We both continue to look at each other as he stays still at his spot while I stay still at mine, ''Okay, I believe you.'' I mutter but loud enough for him to hear, leaving his lips to slowly curve up into a small smile.

          ''Good,'' He clears his throat for the third time before clenching his jaw.

          ''But still, you never know because people are always unexpected when it comes to things like that and—'' I suddenly say but he manages to cut me off by throwing a cushion pillow near my face which causes both of us to laugh. ''Hey! I was just speaking my thoughts,'' I add, chuckling.

        ''Those were wrong and wild thoughts, Ms. Thompson.'' He replies.

         The way he said 'Ms. Thompson' causes my whole body to shiver due to the huskiness of his voice and the way his lips curve up into a smile afterwards, there's just something intriguing about the man in front of me, some sort of aura to make me feel more attracted even when I barely know him. How . . . odd.

         ''Well . . . am I not allowed to have those thoughts?'' I raise an eyebrow, continuing to gaze into his eyes before regretting it immediately because as soon as his lips curve up into a seductive smile, I'm left mesmerised by the beauty he holds.

         To my surprise, he starts to make his way towards me without breaking our gaze which causes my whole body to freeze while my mind runs wild at the thought of him grabbing me by the waist as he kisses me right here and right now, even though it explains a lot how things like that can never happen. Besides, we just know each other's names . . . he didn't even get the chance to say his age, yet.

        He leans forward, nearing my ear as I feel his lips grazing against my neck, slowly causing my breath to hitch as I close my eyes.

         Just as I expect him to lay one hand on my body and the other to grab onto my face as he kisses me, I receive none which causes me to open my eyes and find him glancing down at my lips for a couple of seconds before pulling onto the cushion pillow behind my head—making me let out a breath of relief as soon as he leans back.

         Deep down, it disappoints me a little to find the distance between us to grow without even giving me a chance to recover from my thoughts. It appears that he's not even affected by the sudden closure while I feel as if my heart's going to thump out of my chest and run out of the door, leaving me absolutely still at my spot.

          My eyes gaze down at his pink, luscious lips and I wonder to myself how good it would feel against my own.

         ''I want to kiss you,'' I mutter under my breath without me realising, causing both of my eyes going wide as soon as he looks back at me; face only inches away from mine. ''Oh god,'' I close my eyes in embarrassment before feeling my cheeks heating up, wanting the ground to just swallow me this instant.

         ''Forget I ever—''

          He cuts me off by cupping onto my face and immediately land his lips on mine which causes my eyes to widen once more before slowly, willingly kiss him back. The way his lips move softly and passionately against my own, it feels better than I expected, instantly spreading warmth all over my body with his other hand slowly trailing down my waist.

          A low moan escapes my lips as soon as he starts to trail kisses down my neck, leaving me to wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer—realising that we're both caught up in lust and it feels as if I don't want this to end. My body has been aching to be touched like this, to be kissed passionately and to be experiencing the amount of pleasure I've longed for.

         Dimitri wraps his arms around my waist before pulling me up with my toes tiptoeing on the floor due to our heights as he continues to kiss my lips without showing any signs of stopping. My body leans forward towards him without leaving any space in between, my mind filled with dirty thoughts as I know I want to fulfil them . . . even with the man in front of me.

         Both of his hands explore underneath my shirt and straight up to the back of my body, the warmth of his palms spreading all over my cold body—feeling self-conscious and somewhat nervous for an unknown reason as he breaks the kiss, bringing me back to reality.

         ''I don't know you,'' He breathes out, both of his hands still holding me close.

         ''Neither do I,'' I reply, meeting his lips once more and before I can respond, I feel my back being pushed against the wall—leaving him to slowly run his hands down my body as he goes down on his knees, trailing kisses on my bare stomach while I run my fingers through his thick, brown hair.

         My heart is literally beating fast at the amount of heat I'm currently feeling as he pulls down my pants with my right leg resting on his shoulder, trying to find something to hold onto while he starts to make me feel a certain amount of pleasure coming from that exact spot; my mouth opening wide as soft moans fill the room.

--

         My eyes open to find a familiar face inches away from mine which causes me to push myself against the bed, falling down onto the ground with the sheets covering my naked body before slowly peeking up to find him sleeping soundly without even being bothered by the noise I was making, ''s**t, crap, no, no, no.'' I panic.

          I turn to look at him again, seeing him turning to face the other side and leaving his entire body full on display, leaving me to immediately look away—memories of last night occupying my mind in an instant of when it all started with a kiss and slowly yet surely it turned into one hell of a passionate night on this exact bed!

        ''Calm down, Sophia. It was just s*x,'' I sit with my legs crossed as I try to calm myself down, ''People do it all the time and it's normal . . . nothing to worry about,'' I breathe out.

        As I slowly crawl on the ground, making my way towards the bathroom, I can't help but continue to glance at his direction for a few times to find him sleeping peacefully as if there's nothing in the world that can bother him and in an instant, I remember how he was making me feel all sorts of pleasure, making it even harder to believe that he was even capable of doing so.

         The way he trailed kisses down my entire body before letting both of us to drown in the waves of pleasure with his hips moving slowly yet deeply to provide the amount of endless pleasure for the both of us . . . it was an eventful night.

         I close the bathroom door behind me, quickly making my way towards the mirror to find myself staring at a few hickeys on my neck and near my chest, leaving me to sigh.

        ''This is not you, Sophia. What the hell just happened?'' I mutter to myself, staring back into my brown eyes in the mirror.

        My body freezes at the sound of someone screaming which causes me to immediately wrap the sheets tighter around my body before stepping out of the bathroom to find an unknown woman looking surprised as both of her hands cover her mouth while Dimitri starts to grab onto the nearest pillow to cover his lower body.

        Dimitri and I both exchange glances at each other with him spending a couple of seconds to eye down my body as his eyes linger longer at the hickeys on my neck, leaving me to blame myself for everything that happened last night because there's a high chance that this woman in front of me is his girlfriend.

         I gaze down at her small bump before muttering, ''Hi.''