Chapter 38: Chapter 38
Our orders finally arrived and we begin to dig in. Right after her first bite, Kendra is excited to know about my news. I first feel awkward sharing things in front of Nikolai, but since I already decided to accept him, I think more meetings and setup like this will happen in the near future, so might as well be more comfortable with him.
“Well, K, as you already knew, the guy I met in Austria is actually here in The States, and I just met him today,” I excitedly share the bean.
“Well, isn’t that great, A? Is there any progress? Did you jump at him now?”, Kendra frankly asks so Nikolai bumps her shoulder with his, but she sulks at him and explains, “What? This is how we talk, duh?”
I laugh at them, “Well, I didn’t jump at him, but he may have jumped at me?”, I teased them. And I shared the story about how I felt embarrassed at first, then the hot scene inside the conference room, and how that red-haired woman grimaced at me when she finally realized that I am his woman. I actually skipped the part about how I came there, but K didn’t want to leave any vague details, so she asks,
“But how did you get there in the first place?” I expect nothing less from, K. Both of us have been chatting all along, while Nikolai savors the food, and quietly listens to our girly conversation without any complaints. So I start telling the story in between my chewing.
“Well, you know how crazy I am about him right? But after months of not hearing from him, I decided to just give up on him. But just after I said that my boss told me that I need to interview the newest and youngest billionaire of the year, and guess who?”, I intend a cliffhanger so they would feel more excited.
K stamps her feet and her eyes glitter when she asks, “Oh, is that him?” But Nikolai, for such an unknown reason, suddenly stop in the middle of his meal, staring at me in an awkward way. But I ignore his stares and just go on with my story.
“Well, none other than” and I tap the table imitating a drum roll, “Dmitri!” I raise my voice a little and the neighboring tables look at me judgementally.
K squeals and giggles uncontrollably, “Oh my gosh, A, this might be fate.”
But both our celebratory reactions got disturbed by Nikolai’s unprecedented response. He drops the utensils violently and firmly lets out a, “No!”
K looks at her puzzled, and I raised my eyebrows at him. He then reclaims himself and clears his throat under our heated gaze. “I-I mean, name, his name,” he tries so hard to explain, “Is his name Sullivan? Dmitri Sullivan?”
I cover my mouth in amazement, “Oh my gosh, do you know him?”
Then, he slowly picks up his utensils once again wearing a bit of disappointment he’s been trying to hide, “Err, sort of,”
Then K, clings to him like crazy, “Oh, that’s great isn’t it? We could all hang out together sometimes, right, babe?” She’s more excited than I am. But his partner doesn’t seem too fond of Dmitri after all. I didn’t say anything but I remain silent and continued to observe him.
He shortly smiles at K and forcefully agrees with her, “If you think so, yes.”
When we are about to finish our meal, I ask them to join me for a drink, they both agree and we go on to a bar.
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K and I brought our A-games to a dancing club while Nikolai decides to stay at our table. He gives an excuse to K that he doesn’t feel well, but I know for sure it is more than that. I will surely find out but for now, I must enjoy myself.
K and I dance with each other and grind together, both our hands are on each other’s shoulders while we wiggle our waist up and down and side to side. We shake our hips to the music. We used to visit places like this way back in our university years, but both of us became busier pursuing our careers, so it has been a long time since we dance like crazy. And tonight, we are going to go crazy.
Both K and I so indulge in our dancing when two young men probably in their early twenties boldly approach us and dance their way into our personal zone. Both of us suddenly feel uncomfortable and we smirk at each other.
“Hey ladies, are you like together together?”, the boy with a weird sense of fashion asks while pointing at both of us. We look at each other and laugh aloud. All the time, they always think that we have a romantic relationship, maybe because we are just so close ever since.
The boy scratches his head, while the other blames him for his idiocy, “I told you they aren’t.” Then the other boy who looks quite okay turns to us, “So ladies, since you also like boys, would you like to join us?”, pointing to their messy and crampy spot.
This club has three kinds of tables, the round crampy one for a budget-friendly night, the long table for not so mediocre type of people, and of course the VVIP.
So I bluntly flicker him in his forehead and make him understand, “Okay, young men, both of us are in our thirties get it?”
“Wow, no wonder you look hot!” they exclaimed excitedly.
“Well, we might go there if you could top that man over there. He’s a billionaire after all,” and I point to the largest VVIP room.
Then K gases up, “And he’s my damn boyfriend, kiddos?”
We teases them until they left.
We continue with our dance until I feel a bit tipsy from all the drinks I had. I only stop when I accidentally step onto someone’s foot and lean to his muscular body. The scent smells so familiar as if I’m in euphoria. And then his voice definitely sounds like Dmitri’s stern voice,
“Then, how about I join you for a drink? I’m gorgeous, right for your age, and definitely can afford that VVIP room since I am a billionaire, too.”