All Chapters of Her Burning Desire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

After Seid’s visit, I finally sober up, and I remember that no matter how mad I am with Dmitri, he is still the one that I like. But it will never be easy to accept that we have different logic at some point. Now I remember how I bolted up earlier, and I could feel a little embarrassment. I drink the last drop of my coffee and clean the mugs we used.Just like now, even if I want to call him, I have no idea how to contact him. He doesn’t want me to have his number or even his office’s number, but he can call me anytime. I didn’t even give him my number, but he found it anyway. A mixture of unjust feelings and frustration is what I have right now. But I need to accept our differences if I want to be with him. I take a deep sigh.I get my pouch, turn off all the lights and make sure my office is locked and head home to my apartment. I take a cab once again and go straight to my house.***The elevator dings and I get off. I slowly walk to my apartment door, while I search for my keycard

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, the master of all these magnificent artwork, Jodie Russels,” I open the exhibit and welcome all the guests to their hearts’ content.After my opening speech, I straightly go down from the stage and look for Kendra, who’s been MIA since her last call with Seigfried.A hand grabs me and pulls me behind the stage, when I look back it was Nikolai. Suddenly, the rage I feel for him for being a married man rushes back.“Avery,” he whispers. I glare at him and rudely answer, “What? And you have the nerve to bring her here, huh? What the fuck Nikolai?”“I am sorry. I didn’t we will be going here. Dmitri sets it all up,” he defends.“Oh, right? Your brother-in-law, right?”, I scowl at him. His eyes widen. “Yes, Nikolai, I heard the two of you talking that night,” I add to answer the confusion in his face.“Did she know?”, he looks down and whispers.I sigh deeply, “No, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. I am such an asshole best friend.”“I am sor

Dmitri forcefully gets me out of his car and carries me in his shoulder like a child. I don’t even know what city we are in, where we stopped, where we went, or where our route was.All throughout the trip, all I did was piss him off, so he would let me go. But he didn’t. Now, he carries me to this building that I couldn’t recognize because of my tipsiness.Without any strength left inside my body, I just let him carry me according to his will.“Where are we going?”, I ask but receive no response at all.From my position, I could see him press the elevator button, the top button engraved with the letter “P”. I thought, “Are we going to his penthouse?”A few more minutes, the elevator dings, and he goes out of the elevator. Then he enters another elevator, a smaller one with gold-plated rails on each side.We enter then alight after just a minute, as the door opens, I try to open my eyes, and a gigantic bed welcomes me.So it figures, this elevator has direct access to his bedroom, and

I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night. We are in the same bed cuddling like what a normal couple does. But we aren’t. He calls me his possession, he calls me his woman, but he never says he loves me nor admits it. We aren’t dating. I watch him sleep and touch his peaceful face, then I softly speak to him, “Why can’t we be like any other? Do I really have to compromise?” I am surprised when I hear his voice, “Can’t sleep?” he asks.I remove my hand from his face, but he grabs it and kisses me gently on my lips. Then he pulls me and wraps his arms around me. When he does, my heart leaps like a horse, while his heart sounds so peaceful. How can he be so calm being next to me while I feel like burning just the sight of him? Maybe I am the only one who is madly in love with him. While he holds me in his arms, he utters something that surprises me, “Live with me.”***I still feel like dreaming about the last words I heard from him last night. When I woke up this morning,

I spent the night without Dmitri on my side. There are things that I don’t understand about him, and I hate how he invalidate my feelings, my work, my time, and my decision.Still, I miss him. I want to be next to him soon. To be honest, I am a little hopeful that he would call me in the morning, but I see not even a single call. I wonder what his deal is.I stretch my feet and my hands and get off the bed. I appreciate the sunray that’s kissing my face this morning. I feel better now that I’ve rested, as long as I don’t ride that stupid boat again, nothing can ruin my day with Dmitri. Or so I thought. Because the moment I step out of my room, I hear the female bellhops giggling and talking about their sexual adventure yesterday night. Isn’t this deja vu? My heart is stricken. I try not to listen, but I just can’t stop myself from eavesdropping. The brunette girl boasts how Dmitri roughly did her in a staircase and by the pool. She even has the guts to complain why Dmitri never