All Chapters of Her Burning Desire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

No one talks until we get to his penthouse. We have competition now of who’s best fit for being mute. And despite my gloating right now, I don’t have much choice but to follow wherever he drags me to since I didn’t have my wallet nor my smartphone with me. Once we are inside, he confidently leaves me alone while he goes straight to the tub. He knows I can’t run since the elevator inside his room only recognizes his fingerprint. So I just go inside his study room. I cry and cry until there’s no more left to cry. I blame myself for being such a whore. I blame myself for everything. My throat hurts trying to suppress my weeping sound. I cover my mouth with my two hands and just lay down on the couch. After half an hour, I hear Dmitri comes out of the comfort room, but I have no strength to stand so I just stay there.When he realizes I am in the study room, he follows me. And there, sees the vulnerable side of me, lethargic, demotivated, wasted. He doesn’t say a word and we avoid e

“Dee, I need a favor from you,” I ask.He stops what he’s doing and he looks at me, waiting for me to continue.“I, I left my phone at K’s house, is there a phone or a computer I can use to check my e-mails?” I hesitantly ask.He doesn’t seem surprised about it, and then he walks towards the other bedside table and pulls out the drawer.There I see the pouch which I left at K’s. Then he puts it on the bed, “I thought you’d never ask,” he says.“You had this since yesterday? How foolish of me!” I blame myself, “Thank you, Dee. I need to check some important details.”“Do you want to use my laptop on my study table instead?” he offers.I try to open my phone, I thought it was because I turn it off but it seems the battery died indeed, so I accept his generosity, “Uh, yes please, my phone died anyway, thanks, Dee.”We once again go back to the study room, and he turns on the laptop. Then he leaves the room so I can have time.I sit in front of the computer and stare at it for a while. I

(Dmitri’s Thoughts)The moment I laid my eyes on her, I was completely astounded by her beauty. I’ve been watching her from afar, but the first time I’d garnered the strength to talk to her was in Austria. The moment she entered the bar, I heard bartenders gossiping about her. After all, she was the most beautiful of them all. Her beauty stood out effortlessly. I had no plans to talk to her, I just wanted to meet and see her, how she really looked like in the flesh, but who would have thought, that would be our first meeting.Well, for her, that is. I reminisced the memory of ever first talking to her, as she took a rest on my bed tonight. This scandal took a toll on her big time, and because of me and my obsession with her, I put her into a difficult spot. Her company wronged her big time, and she took the fall. I hated myself seeing her like this. I think I ruined her. Her glow suddenly fades away when she’s with me. Why am I born like this?When I asked her to live with me, I a

It’s been two years since I left the States and move here to Europe, specifically France. It wasn’t easy but after the scandal, I decided to flee from that place. All’s well, except for the fact that K, my bestfriend, blocked me from all her social media account. So, however absurd it may sound, my ex-boyfriend Seid keeps me posted on K’s life. Stating the obvious, she’s still mad at me for leaving her just like that without any word. I had no choice, her boyfriend is Dmitri’s brother-in-law, I know, somehow, Nikolai, will get the word out of her. It is best she knows nothing. So, here I am, still building a new life. I’ve been studying again some short courses about Art History. Well, I’ve ditched writing after the scandal, so at least, I have to find a new hobby, and here it is arts. Apart from writing and coordinating events, I enjoyed planning for Jodie’s exhibit the most, and since I realized I have eyes for precious potential talents, I’ve decided to apply as a curator in

He sighs and lifts his head. I can see his eyes almost filled with tears, trying to hold back his cry, “Tell me, Avery. Do you really love me? Or do you pity me? Am I even worth your love?” He leans back to the chair, I clench my fist, “What are you talking about babe? Of course, I do. You know that. I am not here just because of pity. I won’t ever do that. You know how I feel for you.” “Then say it, Ava. Say that you love me,” his voice raises enough to catch some of the customers’ and staffs’ attention. “Let’s not do this here, please? I am sorry if I did something wrong. Okay?” I apologize, trying to calm him down. He probably notices so he tones down a little, “No, you did nothing wrong, but you won’t let me do something for you, either. It’s frustrating. I am a man, too, Ava. I can also give you what you want. I want to give you what you want. But you keep on blocking me.” His words strike my heart. Why haven’t I noticed all this time that I made him feel that way? I wa