All Chapters of An Unroyal Alliance: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dimitri padded around the kitchen, preparing the fruits to make his second round of smoothies for his guests. His sisters and Bob arrived early the previous day, and his parents followed after them. Steven, and two other girls, friends of Vienna, arrived late in the night. After a good night's rest, Steven suggested they spend the afternoon outside by the pool. So, while Dimitri took charge of making drinks, and snacks, his mother handled the barbecue. He opened the blender and, with Davina's help, mixed in everything he needed for the smoothies. He plugged it in and turned the knob, but nothing happened. "Is it really alright for Sofia to come?" Davina asked after fussing beside him for some time. "Why not," Dimitri replied, distracted as he worked on the blender. He scowled as he shook it, but it didn't budge. "I think we have to use another one. This one's not working.""Dimitri," Davina stressed, dragging him back to the counter before he could move to get the cupboard open. "I

"Who were you talking to?""Dimitri," Ayesha replied as she put her phone away. She showed Joseph the package of cabbage she spotted earlier. "Dimitri works in agriculture. This is his company's product. I don't know why I have not noticed them before.""I am surprised you still remember who he is.""What's that supposed to mean?""Ever since Carol showed you the picture of his ex and gave you a rundown of their relationship, you seemed to have taken a back seat when it came to him.""And if so, then?""Seriously?" Joseph took over pushing the cart while she scanned the aisle for yoghurts. "I never thought you the type to be intimidated by another woman.""It's not intimidation. It's me trying to save myself any troubles or heartaches in the future.""Like how?""They dated since college, Jo. College. And since then, it's been on and off. That's over ten years of his life going back to the same woman over and over and ov

Dimitri stood and listened as the call went through, but no onereplied. It was the second time he had called that morning, and he didn't feel confident to try a third time. When they ran into each other the previous evening, he was alarmed to hear that she had fallen ill. So, when it looked like a reasonable time to call, he called to see how she was doing.It was unsettling that she didn't answer, but he decided to wait for her to call back. If she was sleeping, the constant ringing would bother her. So, he continued down the trail.His phone rang much later, and he slowed to a walk. He assumed Ayesha was calling back, hopeful that it meant she was alright, but it was his mother."Mom. Good morning.""Good morning, Dimitri. How are you?""Good.""And how is your morning going?""Also good. I am hiking.""Hiking?" She repeated in disbelief. "In this weather.""What's wrong with the weather?""It's quite ho

Parched, Ayesha swallowed. She twisted on the bed, her muscles feeling unfamiliar as she slowly came to herself. Her eyes followed the encroaching light. She looked down at herself to see the blue blanket resting on her. The strange bed and several other items, like the simple single wardrobe and bedside table were enough to tell her she was in the hospital. Her eyes fell on a figure folded on the couch with a pitiful excuse for cover over his body. Recognition took some time to creep in. Her eyes took in his wavy hair, the thick, rich black, highlighted by the light. Most of his face was tucked underneath the blanket, but Ayesha had a good idea who it was. Fondly, she watched him sleep, her mind taking in the sight of him nestled on the chair. It was a few sizes too small for him, and he was forcing his body to fit. When the sun hit his eyes, he scowled in his sleep, squeezing his lids tighter and tucking his head father into the blanket, making her chuckle. The sound roused Dim

Dimitri walked up to the front door of his house, staring down at the wrapped package sitting at the foot of the door. The box was covered with brown paper. A rose made from a gold ribbon was plastered on top. Confused, he looked around the compound, wondering how long it had been there and who put it there. When he left for the hospital earlier, there had been nothing.He picked the card, tucked into the ribbon, first and read the message."Dimitri. Thanks for inviting me to the party last weekend. I had a lot of fun." He sighed, looking down at the box. "Sofia."Dimitri took the box inside and placed it on the coffee table. Diligently, he ripped away the ribbon before tearing the wrapping away. Inside was a wooden docking station made of dark, burnished wood. His initials were carved into the bottom and traced with golden paint. He turned the package around, looking it over.Sofia was one to show her gratitude with gifts. When they were kids, she'd buy them icecreams or tickets to t