Chapter 62: Chapter 62

After having breakfast, Dmitri and I really spend the day inside his penthouse. Like he said, he has no intention of going to work today.

“Are you sure you are not going to work or what?” I ask him.

“Yes, I want to be with you and I also need a break from all those paparazzi,” he explains with a smile on his face like it is nothing.

“Okay, so let’s see,” I utter thinking of what to do next, “Aha, why don’t we watch some movies?” I search for the remote around the bedside table and Dmitri is saying something,

“I think it is best not to open the televi-” he warns, but before he could finish the sentence, I already clicked the power button.

The static sound starts and a woman’s voice reporting fades in until the television shows its true color and sound.

“We are now outside the building where the penthouse of the renowned young billionaire Dmitri Sullivan is located. People have divided commentaries about the said bachelor. All the more, their company’s stock market price plummets since the video leaked yesterday midnight,”

This is the content of the news I am currently watching, and I have never been with anyone who is actually newsworthy.

I change the channel to divert the topic, then I come across a talk show. This time it isn’t Dee who’s in their topic. It is the girl he’s with, it is me.

I turn the volume up, the famous talk show hosts say, “I wonder, what is the purpose of the person behind this leakage, is it jealousy, or revenge, and I wonder how their night ended?”

The host and the guests laugh at her green jokes.

“I am pretty sure, she will enjoy the media following her trail more than that night he spent with this hot bachelor,” says the other guest.

“And, boy, it was a steamy elevator and hallway ride, and her body is just so perfect,” another guest agrees with the other.

“Maybe that girl has been earning a lot of money, attention, and fame, right now. Teach us how lady!” the third guest makes the most absurd remarks.

Dmitri snatches the remote in my hand since my whole body is already trembling.

I ask him with a weak voice, “Dee why are we their topic?”

He looks at me but only says my name, “Avery-”

And I burst out, “Tell me why the fucking hell are people talking about our supposed private night with each other? Tell me!”

He hugs me and I struggle to break out from his comforting embrace. I cry my heart out and I keep on pounding him. I want to blame him for what happened, but how could I, he’s also a victim of this cruel plot of revenge.

He hushes me and taps my shoulder. All my frustration, heavy feeling, and disappointment all boil down to this.

The reputation I once held dear, now goes down the drain.

I cry and cry until all the negative feeling inside me drains out through my eyes.

But what about him, what is his outlet, how can he overcome this? Or does he even need to? What will happen to his company now?

“Dee, I’m sorry,” I whisper to him. He looks me in the eye and claims for my lips, a long silent peck.

“It isn’t your fault. We will get to the bottom of this. My company won’t die just because of this, so don’t mind it, okay? So you want to watch a movie, huh?” he diverts the topic, and I just nod.

“Come with me,” he says.

We go to his study room, and he lets me sit on the couch where I was a while ago.

“So popcorn, or fries? Which flavor you want?” he asks for what I want.

“Is this for the movie night?” I yell since he’s a bit far from the study room.

“Yes, and what drinks?” he responds.

“Well, sour cream and cheese, and caramel, and let’s have beer and soda, too,” I yell back again.

A while ago he teaches me how to operate his theatric place at home, so I press the button, and an awesome transformation of the study room happens.

His bookshelves divide into two, and a big, gigantic white screen rolls down. Then a big projector, like the one in the cinema start operating.

I hear the perfect sound system from the background, too. Last but not the list, the couch that I am sitting at rotates and perfectly brings me to the best spot. It extends its footrest and inclines the backrest of the couch just right.

The wing decks on both sides extend too, perfect to be our drinks and food holder.

Then I hear Greta’s voice, “Good evening Dmitri, what do you want to watch tonight?”

I am so amazed by this home theater that I somehow forgot about the hot issue.

I answer Greta, “Hi Greta, it’s Avery.”

“Oh, a pleasure to hear from you again, Avery. So tell me what movie preference do you have? I’ll be here to assist you,” her voice does sound like a perfect AI who knows about humor.

Before I could even choose a movie to my liking, Dmitri comes in with the food in his hand. He asks me not to stand up anymore.

He prepares fries, popcorn, and the dip. Now he’s on his way to fetch some sodas and beers for the two of us.

“Wow, that was fast and they all look good, hand me those beers please?” I request to him.

He tosses it to me and we have a cheer,

“To us!”

“To our problems!”

Then now, we choose the movie we want to watch. Well, since I’ve been wanting to watch that series FSOG, we end up with it.

Even though I know he’s not into it, I can see the sex scenes don’t actually affect him very much.

I thought if I’ll watch it, I’ll gain something from Ana, but I didn’t. But at least, she got his happy ending with her billionaire. But mine is different, we aren’t in love, or maybe he isn’t.

He is drawn to me because of sex, but he isn’t obsessed to have me.

We munched and munched and drank beer and soda while enjoying the three movies straight.

And just as it ended, the movie theater setup went back to a normal study room with just one power button.

“You do have an awesome entertainment system,” I applaud.

He crosses his arms and confidently nods, “Well, of course, I always choose the best.”

Then he even makes a wider grin while saying, “Wait until you see this!”

He presses another button. The wooden floor opens up, the couch descends and then a billiard table comes up.

“So, do you plan to reenact their billiard table scene? Are you going to fuck me here, too?” I unintentionally say it with an alluring tone, even though all I mean is to joke around.

Then he goes behind me, exposes my neck, and sniffs it. He kisses it, “When this ordeal is over, I’m going to invite you again, and do you on top of this table until I satisfy you over and over again.”

But his words turn me on that my lower muscle tightens on its own. His touch is undeniably seductive.

“But for now, let’s play cards since I don’t play billiards well,” he reaches out under the table. And even quite surprised that he admits he’s not good with billiards.

“Woah, I didn’t think you could easily admit your flaws Dee,” I utter and laugh.

“Well, I am not an egoistic maniac, so yes, woman, I have many flaws,” he responds lightly.

Then we play cards and stuff.

Dmitri and I, definitely had it best today. Well, most of the time we were together, it’s either we have sex or meet coincidentally, but today was different.

I get to see a different side of him, and I come to admire him even more.

After playing cards many times, and losing and winning alternately, we call it a truce.

Also, the day is about to end, so it is time to face the reality once more.