Unveiled (Torn #6)(2)
The sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach wasn’t comforting at all. “f*uk, Tris, don’t keep me hanging like this, speak up or something!”
She gave me an expression that said she was sorry for being the one to break the news, though she felt obligated to. Girl code and all that jazz.
When she handed me her phone, I almost grappled it away from her, dying to know what in the world was bothering her so much that she would bring it to my attention …
And then I saw it.
f*uk.
“What the f*uk do you think this is, Tris?” I whispered eerily, as if I didn’t have enough in me to answer the question myself.
She appeared somber, apologetic. “I think he’s the only one who can answer that, babe. I’m not going to speculate about this, because I think so highly of him. Whatever this means, I’m sure he has a very good reason for it.”
I’m sure he does, I thought as the all-too familiar sinking feeling in my stomach took root once more.
Dimitris will have a good explanation for this, I tried reassuring myself, reminding myself I knew him, and I also knew this man loved me to no end. That knowledge should be enough to settle any doubts that were starting to sprout deep within.
Hours later, I was on my way to the airport, driving along the 101 freeway as I tried to focus on the traffic ahead of me instead of the photo that had gone straight to my heart. It was of Dimitris coming out of his ex Claudine’s house in Athens. A house he bought her, according to the article. After the debacle that went on before, I was almost sure he bought the house to compensate for the lack of sensitivity in how he had broken things off with her after he and I had completely gotten back together.
As much as it pained me to admit the photo had caused a major let down in my enthusiasm in seeing him today, nothing would ever stop me from being with him. I had made a choice, and that choice was him, Dimitris Kosta. Therefore, these pesky reporters and their gossip columns could f*uking go to hell. No one could stop me from being with him except him.
Claudine had better hatch a better plan in trying to win him back because I would never leave him. I had been through the toughest of times without him in my life. It was one too many mistakes to have learned the hard way. Never again.
Upon exiting the freeway, I took the familiar route that led me to the private airfield, and just like fate had planned it, his private jet halted after cruising the runway.
My heart sped up as my eyes glued to the door unlatching from its pressure before it slowly started opening. Seconds later, God himself stood atop the stairway landing, gazing directly towards me. Mesmerized at the very sight of him, I saw him grin from ear to ear.
I swiftly got out of my vehicle; eyes trained on him while he descended the stairs as fast as he could before he almost ran towards me. The moment he reached me, he didn’t wait a second before picking me up and giving me a quick whirl, laughing his deep, sexy laugh.
“It’s been too long, agápi mou.”
Yes, it had been way too long. “I missed you, too, Dimi,” I said breathlessly before losing myself in his kiss, savoring his love and happiness. It simply had the power to melt me and make me forget any lingering doubts. There was no question about it; it was still there, shared between us, well and very much alive as it pounded through our veins.
“Woman, when are you going to move to Athens with me?” He beamed then kissed my nose and forehead. His eyes caressed my form, as if taking me in because he had missed me so. “I never thought it possible, but I think my love for you grows with each passing day.”
This was what I needed—what he and I needed. The gossip and Claudine could take a backseat for the time being because I had better things to do with Dimitris that didn’t involve talking.
*
“I don’t want to get out of bed. I’m sure Bass and Emma will understand our situation,” Dimitris grumbled on the back of my neck while his hand busied itself on my breasts, caressing and teasing with light, feathered strokes, going round and round, driving me into a tizzy.
The thought of moving, let alone showering then getting ready to go to a party, almost gave me a headache. There were one too many things to do, and since I had little energy left, I was more prepared to sleep than party the night away.
“Why don’t you go ahead and join the boys for dinner. You don’t want to be late for that. I’ll see you at the party.”
Giving me a chaste kiss on the lips, he reluctantly left my side stark naked, well-muscled buns in amazing display, all for my lonesome enjoyment.
I was biting my lip, lusting after him, when he made a remark without bothering to halt his steps. “Enjoy the view, yineka mou. You have a few hours to go until you’re bound to this hot body again,” he teased, his laughter trailing in the wake.
“Hours that I’ll look forward to! Best you recharge your batteries, baby,” I quipped, loving the cute banter.
Before shutting the door to the bathroom, he paused, throwing me a longing look that made my heart stop. “You look just beautiful like that …” he murmured, his voice deep with emotion. “Nothing compares to seeing you happy, Lindsey. This is my reason for living—seeing you smile.” There was a catch to his voice, causing me to somehow know he was referring to my past and the demons I’d been battling.
I wasn’t sure what else to say; thus, instead of opening my mouth to respond to him, I simply ran towards him teary-eyed before clinging on to him, hugging him as if he was my lifeline. He most likely was. He had changed me … changed my life for the better.