Unveiled (Torn #6)(51)

“Jesus woman—some imagination you have!” he barked out laughing before kissing my hand. “Yineka mou…spending a lifetime with you sure won’t be boring, ne?”

I did have a weird tendency of being aggressive, even though my threats were merely just threats, some people simply couldn’t take me for what I am and that’s fine. But this Greek guy, well he sure wanted to strap himself with me for the rest of his life…so good luck to him. All fun and games aside, I was rather surprised to find Claudine in one of the more prestigious hotels, waiting for us. She was rather look drab with her eyes in a ball of redness.

“Go on, Claudine—tell her what you confessed to me.” Dimitris rigidly said to her before turning to me.

Claudine gave me a haughty look before turning her gaze to Dimitris. “Must I do this? It’s not as if she deserves you—you know she doesn’t!” she insisted and was about to start tearing again when Dimitris started speaking to her in French, threatening.

Since I had no idea what in God’s name they were talking about, I remained close to his side, hoping someone would shed some light on what they were discussing with.

It took about ten minutes and a few yelling sessions until Claudine fessed up, confessing that she had planned and instigated everything to set-up Dimitris so that I’d eventually leave him. And when I didn’t, she meant to do more harm by trying to set him up and announce to the media that she was with child so that I’d leave him permanently. She even went on to say that she placed a sleeping pill in his wine so that he’d fall asleep—though she was tempted to have sex with him whilst passed out, she felt guilty enough so she didn’t went ahead with her rather radical plans.

The meeting took about less than an hour. A time in my life where I would never get back because it was rather traumatic to hear the woman I loathed more than anyone alive—since my parents were dead so they didn’t count—actually was suffering from a nervous breakdown and that after her confessional, Dimitris had hired people to help her with therapy and she won’t be out until she was well on her feet. Therapy—AKA the psych ward.

“Don’t you think that was rather harsh that you have to put her through that knowing that she wasn’t well?”

“I know and I felt bad as it is that I did…but I didn’t want to take any chances that you might not believe me…” he dejectedly said, looking sad. “Someday you might decide to look into the story…what then? I’d rather I cover this now than later on…I promised not to cause you any more pain, and I want to stand by that promise. I would never put you through that again—I swear to you.”

It was my turn to confess. “Dimi…” I started, a little nervous. “I actually saw the newspaper in Heathrow before arriving in Athens…I wasn’t sure what was going on but upon seeing you, I knew I simply couldn’t let you go. I think that night…I had forgiven you already.”

“Hell—you knew all along and you never said a damn thing?” he exclaimed, looking as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. “f*uk, Linds—I’m sorry. I really am.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? So please…let’s just go home and forget about this ever happened. Last night was magical and I don’t want to taint that memory with Claudine in my memory.”

“You’re right…but if you think last night was magical…you should think again,” he murmured before holding me close.

“Why…what’s next on your agenda Kosta?” I immediately prompted, curious.

He winked at me, bestowing me the sexiest smile ever. “You shall see.”





The One & Only

Lindsey

“OH MY GOD!” I gasped in pure utter shock. “What is all this?” I gazed at him then at the familiar faces I held dear to my heart—Emma, Trista, Carter, my Aunt Alice, Uncle Gary and even Amber were all there waiting for us in the yacht. They were all dressed as if there was…a wedding? “OH GOD—” I shrilled just when I saw Pappou, Elias and Maria came out of nowhere to join us in the small gathering in the main salon turned into a beautiful altar made of white everything and accented with pink peonies.

He beamed, looking somewhat teary-eyed. “I’ve brought them all here to celebrate with us.”

“I know,” I gushed, holding down my tears. “But for us to do it right now? Are you sure?” I was more than perplexed.

“Never more sure in my life than this moment…”

Gazing at Carter, he came over to give me a hug. “Be happy sis. He’s the man for you—not a lot of guys can tolerate your kind of crazy…besides, it’s high time you become happy again. I think you’ve shed enough tears…it’s time to smile again.”

“When did you become so mature?” I poked him before all of my friends gathered, sensing that Emma and Carter didn’t seemed awkward at all…did I miss something? Hmm. While Trista was busy crying and congratulating Dimitris that he had finally had come to his senses, I reached out to the one person I had missed having in my life. “Amber…thank you for coming. I know you and I haven’t been on the greatest of terms—”

She shook her head, dismissive. “No—please don’t apologize. It’s all my fault. I should’ve said something to you. I mean, I was just too scared that you might hate me and I couldn’t bear that ever happening. I hope that someday, you might be able to forgive me.”