Dimitri pov
I know what you're thinking. But I couldn't tell her the truth. She would want to get away. Leave me. Quit her job at the club And the thought of not ever seeing her or being around her made me sick to my stomach.
Her eyebrows arched up at me
"you're wife?"
"Yes" I said stoiticly in order for her to believe me
"how long have we been married?"
"3 months now"
" why don't I have a ring then?" she asked as if she just caught me on my lie
" you lost it last night at our club when the explosion happened"
Her eyes widened and she tried to sit up but bit her lip in pain. I stood up immediately and tried to lay her gently on the bed but I immediately stopped when I saw red on the sheets and pillow. Looking at her back she had 2nd degree burns from the explosion. The fabric of her shirt at the back was hanging on by a thread. And the bandage around her head was bleeding as well
I carefully picked her up and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck as I took her to the west wing , Where the medical wing was located. I buzzed in my nurses so they could immediately attend to her.
I would attend to her wounds myself but I'm pretty sure she's still wrapping her head around being married to me.
As soon as the nurses vacated her room. I dragged a chair from thr corner of the room and sat next to her bedside. She was asleep. The sun shone on her skin and she looked ethereal, luminous but either way she was in pain. She was hurt because of her association with me. That thought alone pained me and sent a painful chill to my bones.
If those roaches weren't already dead I'd kill them over and over again until I was satisfied .
A thought suddenly came to me and I reached out my hand in hesitance not sure if I was allowed to touch her. But I did tell her she was my wife so I think holding her hand should be OK.
The fact that I overthinked and crazed over holding a women's hand should tell you that I was not used to intimacy. But I wanted it with her. Only her .
I bit the bullet and I decided to hold her. Threading our fingers together. The contrast between our skin tones seemed perfect to me. The warmth of her hand provided an instant comfort. This felt nice. Well I don't know if nice is a good word for it. I don't know what I was feeling currently was indescribable. But I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want to let go. I wanted to sew our hands together so I could always feel this way. I didn't even realise I fell asleep. But I guess I did . Maybe it was the serenity of the mountains that surrounded my home, or the deep breathes she took in her slumber either way I slept. Dare I say it was the best sleep I've ever had in a long time
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I woke with delicate hands trailing through my hair. Massaging my scalp occasionally. While the other held my cheek rubbing a thumb back and forth occasionally . I opened my eyes to find her deep brown eyes staring back at me.
Straightening , my back screamed due to the position I was sleeping in. With my head and fore arms on her bed and the rest of me on the chair
" you're awake" I say while clearing my throat
She nodded her head and continued to stare at me
"Do I have something on my face?" I said swiping away at my mouth region. In case I embarrassed myself in any way
She smiled slightly and shook her head
"I'm trying to figure out why we got married cause hell im kinda not sure if that's a decision I'd make even if I had all my memories" she said with a light chuckle
My face dropped and I wasn't even smiling. Could it be that bad to be married me? Well she didn't even know me she couldn't make that judgement. She didn't even know herself .
She smiled lightly. "I didn't mean to offend you I'm just trying to understand. Because i dont know it just doesn't feel right to me ."
A moment of silence fell upon us where I thought of ways to make it sound more appealing to marry me. Or well be married to me
"Can you tell me how we met?" she asked breaking the silence
I nodded my head giving myself those 2 seconds to channel my creativity. Trying to think of a corney romantic dream I've had of this women in the 3 year span she's worked for me
Looking down at a loose thread on my black slacks. Simingly finding them interesting. I began to tell the "story" of how we met .
" we met at a Cafe where you worked 3 years ago . I'd come there frequently for meetings with my brother. And you weren't very hard to miss "
I stared up at her into her eyes. She held my gaze for a few seconds before shyly looking away. Finding the view more interesting. A smug smirk grew on my face.
" I frequently came to the Cafe without my brother just to see you glide through the Cafe and serve everyone with just elegance and lively hood but you never came around my table. Until you did. And I couldn't let you go without introducing myself. So before you left to go another table I took your hand in mine . But I froze once you looked at me and dismissed my behavior. Returning to my stoic nature but it's like you understood me and before I left you sent the bill with your number in it. And now we're here. "
She looked at me with such sincerity and love
She believed it. Well it was kinda the truth. A club and café were the same thing basically. They both sold beverages and depending on where you went provided entertainment. And she worked there. So I think I did a pretty good job at convincing her.
Nia pov
He wasn't a good liar. How we met sounded like he'd torn out pages from a romance book. It could've been the truth but it was too expressive. Especially for a man as grumpy as he looked.
There was something amiss but I wouldn't question it. I smiled and hoped my eyes conveyed love and not what I really thought about his bullshit story.
" Are you hungry?" he asked
I was about to decline but my stomach answered for me.
He smirked. I don't know If that was his version of smiling. Maybe it's a white people thing
"I'll go make you something"
" you know how to cook?"
"I know a thing or two" he said and he walked out.
An hour or more later. I don't know gurl. It could be longer but there are no clocks in this room.
He entered by pushing the door with his shoulder. His muscles bunching in response. That image sent a flutter through me and a little second pulse.
Well I was attracted to him so made he was my husband
He held a tray and the smell emitting from it was astounding.
He placed the try on a side table next to the bed and helped me sit up right. Then placed the tray on my lap. It was toasted bread stuffed with mozzarella and bacon and tomato soup topped with basil on top and shards of parmesean.
"this is amazing, thank you". I took the first bite and it felt like a party, wedding, Bae cation, all of it all on my tongue. Causing me to dance a little. Despite the pain I felt.
I looked at him and he had the smirk smile thingy on this face again
I broke off another piece of the toasted cheese bread and dipped it in the soup. Then brought it to his mouth.
"would you like to eat with me?" I asked
He looked taken aback for a bit. Before he brought his mouth to the bite I was offering him.
It was a strange feeling. Feeding him but it was good.
We continued to eat together in peaceful silence. Until we were done.
He took the plates down. But I didn't even know if he had come back up or not because it wasn't long before I was over taken by sleep.
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Seperate ways by eyedress was engraved in my mind while writing this chapter
So what are your thoughts on Dmitri and Nia.
I'll try my best to keep uploading but I don't want to feel pressured at all and go with the flow.
Much love tiggers
~N