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"Where are you taking me, Dimitri?"

"To my place." He said as he watched the road. His muscular arms flexed on the wheel, his strong jaw shrouded with his beard. He was so sexy for a fucking snowflake.

"Wait, what?" I asked when I stopped ogling him. "Your place for what?"

"I have a movie theater there. I was thinking of taking you to a restaurant, but...you just ate–"

"Wait, you didn't eat?"

He hesitated. "No, I'm fine. I woke up before you, remember?"

"Oh," I said. "You have a theater in your house?!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled. "Yes,"

I sighed. "You have a big house, then?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, I live in a trailer."

I gasped, laughing. "Did you just get an attitude with me?!"

He chuckled, turning to a neighbor with large houses.

"Damn," I whispered, looking at all the houses we passed. "This is so–Dimitri, get your hands off."

Dimitri suddenly put his muscular, manly, veiny hands on my thigh.

Maybe I should buy him some rings.

"Why? Does it make you wet?"

"Stop being so vulgar," I smacked his hand off as we parked into a house.

The outside was painted black and had white bricks speckled with black dots. I didn't even know you could paint your house black–or build it like that. My house is small and normal and ugly compared to this.

He grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go inside."

I tried to look at everything. I mean, his house was beautiful and big, and the last time I'd seen the inside of a mansion was on Pinterest.

Dimitri promised a house tour later and took me to the movie theater in his own damn home.

I scoffed, amazed by all of this. "Marilyn Monroe pillows?" 

Dimitri grinned. "My siblings like her. I only watch movies when I have the woman I'm going to be with right next to me."

I rolled my eyes. They were very weighted words. "Please," I shook my head. "Dimitri, I don't even know how old you are."

"I'm thirty,"

I smirked, laying back on the couch. "Eh, I'm sorry. Don't like daddies." I giggled. "I'm twenty-one."

He climbed on top of me, eliciting a gasp from me. This is new. "You like me. Must I remind you of breakfast–"

"Ok, shut up. I hate you."

"You don't," he quickly kissed my cheek and neck before pulling away and sitting beside me.

I giggled. "You are something else. You know that?"

He smiled, shrugging.

"You do this shit in a way that I, surprisingly, don't want to slap you."

"Only because I'm a handsome fuck, and you want me in that pussy of yours."

I rolled my eyes. "Think of this as our first date then, Mr handsome fuck."

He grinned. "Of course," he kissed my hand. "What would you like to watch?"

"Anime. Tokyo Revengers. Please."

He didn't judge, just grinned. "Whatever you want, princess."

He went over to start the projector and managed to put it on. Then he came back and lifted me onto his lap, and we began to watch.

After a couple of episodes, we made popcorn and continued, and obviously, he started teasing my body left and right.

But I resisted. I didn't want this to be fake. I know that if he could, he would fuck me up, and my pussy pulses at the thought. But there are so many things that stop me from getting attached.

I saw how it went with my sister and her boyfriend in–or trying to get into the mafia. I don't need the fear of someone trying to kill me or my man or anyone else I love.

He also kills. I know he'd never hurt me, but his day job is to go out and kill others and get rich off of it.

He did say he owned a casino and four hotels, but I'm not dumb; those are his cover-ups so authorities can't arrest him for all the drugs they're making and selling.

I'm just scared.

I sighed after we made it to the middle of the second season, getting up to get some more popcorn. "I think you and Mikey have similarities. You're both hot."

Dimitri scoffed, chuckling. "You find a fictional character hot?"

"Yes. He's so..." I did the equivalent of an Italian chef's kiss.

Dimitri raised an eyebrow. "Ok, I guess."

I laughed at his reaction. "Anyway, thank you for this. I appreciate it. My dates have always been at McDonald's."

"With Brent." He gave me a side-eye.

I chuckled a bit. "No. Brent is just really good at lying to parents to make them think he's an eligible bachelor for their single daughter."

Dimitri grinned like he got the best idea ever. "Maybe I should bump into your parents–"

"I'll kill you. Don't you dare?" I said playfully, shoving him.

He laughed, and I looked at how stunning he was when he did. This man is always happy. I bet he has an app for morning, afternoon, and evening affirmations that keep him happy.

"I know I'm hot."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "And then he talks," I mumbled.

"Come here." He said with a grin.

I sat back down next to him. "Don't start, Dimitri," I warned.

"Stay the night."

I blinked multiple times, and many lurid moments flashed in my eyes. That wouldn't be a good idea. "No."

He pouted. "If I was Samantha, you'd say yes."

I laughed. "Yes, because–"

"You're sexist," Dimitri said like a child.

I laughed. "You can't be serious," I looked at the pout on his face, and I laughed again. "Fuck, ok, fine. I'll stay, but no funny business."

"I thought you always kiss on the first date."

I thought about it for a while. "You didn't impress me–"

I found myself thrown farther onto the couch and under Dimitri yet again. "Dimitri–"

"You hurt my feelings, princess."

I rolled my eyes, unamused. "What can I ever do to earn your forgiveness?"

"Kiss me."

I sighed and brought his lips down on mine, kissing him just as he wanted. He tasted good and clean, with vodka and mints. I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He deepened the kiss, our tongues clashing and twisting together. I never thought a snowflake could do so much damage to me and my pussy.

"Fucking hell," he groaned as I smiled against his lips.

"You're Russian?" I asked.

Dimitri furrowed his brows. "I'm half Russian, half German."

"Oh, so you drink beer and vodka." I teased.

Dimitri shook his head, chuckling. "A stereotype, but true. I try not to give myself a beer belly."

"You're funny," I said as he pulled me up.

"Shower?"

I gave him a side-eye. "Separately. Should I spell it out for you?"

Dimitri shrugged. "No comprende English."

"No comprende this ass," I rolled my eyes.

"No, I comprende that ass very well."

"Oh my god, shut up." I laughed.

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I sat down at Samantha's kitchen barstool. "What's going on with Kazan."

She started smiling. "Stop. I don't want to talk about him."

I pursed my lips. "Girl–"

"Ok, ok, Adore, Dora, baby," she dragged. "This man is a pussy God!" she almost fell thinking about it.

"Oh my God?! Was it big? I know white people got...you know–"

"Yes!" She exclaimed. "It's huge, bruh, and let me tell you, he can go all night. I had to beg him to stop pounding into my ass–"

"Wait, hold on, girl, in your asshole?" I said, almost disappointed.

She glared at me. "No bitch, doggystyle, doggy-fucking-style. Not anal."

"Oh ok," I said, relieved.

Samantha sucked her teeth. "What nonsense. I told you someone once licked my ass, not fucked it. And I was drunk, not conscious."

I groaned at the thought. "I really hope you douched your ass clean."

"I do it anyway, don't want shit in the insides of my ass while I'm getting backshots."

"If your mother were to hear this–"

"We're not gonna talk about my supposed murder."

I laughed.

"How is it going with you and Dimitri?"

I sighed. "He's very adamant that he wants me for the rest of his life, and uh–"

"You told me that you'd be ready to settle down at a young age, so what's the problem?" Samantha asked.

"His line of work and the men I've gone through telling me the same thing."

Samantha nodded. "Do you know what they do? Kazan carries a gun everywhere, even when he comes over for just sex and Netflix or youtube. It's always on him, but he's too rich to be a bodyguard or a police officer. Also, never seen a badge."

I thought for a while. Should I tell her or let Kazan tell her?

It's not my place, I don't know how Samantha's gonna take it, and it's probably why he hasn't told her.

"Oh, also, I might change my name back to Endellion."

I gasped. "Why, what happened?"

Samantha giggled. "It's just the way he says it makes me feel so beautiful, and it's so sexy."

I look her up and down. "So, it's a man that's turning your mind?" I clapped my hands slowly.

"Shut up. I like how he says it."

"Endellion, hey baby," I said in my best manly voice as Samantha cringed.

"Ew, you bitch. Don't ever disrespect my man's voice again."

I raised my hands in surrender. "My bad, boo."

She threw a towel at me. "I'm going get security to come get this bitch out."

I sucked my teeth long and hard. "Bitch, please."

Samantha sighed, sitting down after she finished with the plantain. "So, you're gonna start college anytime soon?"

I nodded. "My savings are almost there. I have two thousand more to go."

"God, I want a scholarship."

I laughed. "From where? McDonald's?"

"I got a scholarship. I just didn't want to be in the same college as...him. Now I regret that. Could be working as a nurse practitioner right now, making more than enough for me."

I hugged her. "Our lives are just getting better. We have men who are completely different, men who...care. Older men. We're gonna go to college together this year, and we're gonna be successful."

She hugged me back. "I really hope these aren't just words of affirmation." 

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