All Chapters of Her Burning Desire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(Dmitri’s Thoughts) “I am dreaming again, I know I am,” I say as I watch myself from this very incident I wish to forget, “This is my worst nightmare.” Almost a decade ago, one particular incident changed not only my life but the life of a young woman who untimely lost her parents because of my recklessness. I clearly remembered what happened that night. The scene in my dream changes and it brought me back to the night of the accident. I was out hanging with my friends, drinking, partying, clubbing, doing things that I thought would make me happy. Not until I received a call that night. I went out of the bar only to hear my sister’s sobbing voice, “Dee, she’s gone! Mom’s really gone for good!” “Hello, Heathe, what the hell are you talking about?” I scold her with my drunken voice. “Unsere eigene Mutter hat uns verlassen,” after repeating what she said for the third time, I finally understood. “Maybe she went out for a while. Or probably with her friends, or just on a vacat

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)When I said that nothing was a coincidence for us, it was true. I followed her around like a stalker, and I knew her every move. So when she and Seid were having some problems in their relationship, I was a bit happy about it. The only thing I didn’t like about was the resort she came up with. Me, being a billionaire, I admit that I love women, and rich guys, like me, sometimes love doing crazy stuff. That’s why my closest friends and I created the sex online community SEXONITE.“I was one of the founders of SEXONITE,” and seeing her name pop out of the system somehow aroused my heart. I immediately called the group to make sure that I, alone, will own Avery. I asked them to block all the results that would come out of Avery’s reference but they said it would be too impossible to happen. “In order to do that, we would have to recreate all the algorithms,” Damien said. “I don’t care, just do it!” I scold him. But the other two said, “No can do, Mr. Sullivan. W

(Avery’s Thoughts)As soon as we enter the apartment I know something’s wrong. His mood changes. He goes straight to the living room, and he adjusts his clothes. “Is he hot? He is covered in sweat,” I tell myself. I look at him as I close the door behind me and put the keycard on the kitchen counter. I look at him loosening up his clothes, looking irritable and uncomfortable. Suddenly, what Greta said a while ago pops up in my mind. Is it really true? Did he really find me? Just as Peach said. Then, why didn’t he approach me? Did I make a wrong decision?Now, I am so confused. I follow his every move with my eyes, and as soon as my right foot steps on the carpet in the living room, our eyes meet. I see his green eyes, his alluring eyes, only looking at me. And his gaze, his focused gaze melts me away, it melts all the hatred and the confusion away. It only gives me warmth and the desire, the longing to be touched by him once again. I bite my lips and I c-can’t stop myself from lo

(Avery’s Thoughts)After I accepted his offer last week, we’ve been secretly going out together, but of course not here in this city, but in other states, in their hotels, or sometimes even outside the country. But if I want to be in the city at times, our usual hangout sex place is my apartment. We make sure to keep a low profile and only hire trustworthy people who're going with us together on our tips. Since we don’t want to end up in yet another sex scandal. Yes, we are sex buddies, and I have never been so happy, fulfilled, and satisfied with my sex life. I feel like I am on cloud nine every time we have sex, and to be honest, I never think of Jeff when I am with Dmitri. “Am I a slut? A cheater? A whore? A cunt?” Sometimes I ask myself these questions. And the usual answer I’ll get would be, “Maybe, but do I need to care about that? I just want him. Nothing more, nothing less,” I boldly confess. Still, I never forget my obligation to Jeff as his girlfriend and fiancee, just

(Avery’s Thoughts) We are waiting in the lobby when a man approaches us from behind. He says something to Dmitri and I don’t even understand what is. Then Dmitri holds my hand and I follow, “Let’s go, the chauffeur is here.”“You’re not going to drive?” I ask. He shakes his head, “I don’t want to drive drunk, Avery.” That’s one thing I notice with Dmitri, I’ve never seen him drive drunk. And that’s something admirable, isn’t it? The chauffeur opens the door for us, Dmitri lets me in first, and then he follows. Then he begins to introduce me to the people we are going to meet later, “Avery, I want to tell you a little bit about them. Whatever you hear, keep it to yourself, okay? And, they are really different,” he stops and become quiet for some time, “If ever they say something pertaining to you, please be patient. They don’t know how to control their mouths, they don’t even know you’ll come. And, if you hear some secrets, you can ask me later when we are alone. But please, don’