The weekend has arrived and it was Saturday, to be exact. The morning air felt fresher that day. The sun was kind enough not to burn skin. The forest was silent and calm. Dima was in his bedroom, the happy chatter of his parents can be heard from downstairs. In short, it was a splendid day.

His dad made breakfast. Do not get fooled by his appearance, Lance Putin was a great cook. Everything he made was Dima's favorite. Dima was getting the vibe that today was a better day than yesterday and tomorrow would be even better.

The aroma of spices wafted over to his sensitive nose and he raced downstairs to have his rumbling belly fed.

Dima was invested in Golubsty – a Russian dish which consists of meat-stuffed cabbage leaves – when his phone chimed, alerting him of a message. He picked up the phone.

"Dima, no phones while you are sitting at the dining table," Sonja scolded lightly before he could check the message and he obeyed like a good son, keeping the phone back to its original place on the dining table.

"Sorry, mom."

Finishing breakfast, Dima collected all the dishes and placed them in the sink to be washed later, and then went back to his room.

Turning on the stereo, he laid on the bed and listened to the music that was flowing out of the speakers.

Ah! This is heaven, he sighed with content when a song laced with peaceful symphony started to play. He was on the brink of sleep when he remembered the text he left unread. Grabbing his phone, he unlocked it and went into the messaging app. The message was from Chris. Dima decided to take back his words of the day being a better one.

Chris🐶: Be ready at 6.

Dimitri: No.

Chris🐶: Are you chickening out?

Dima typed his reply with gritted teeth.

Dimitri: I am not chickening out. I don't want to go anywhere with you.

Chris🐶: You are such a chicken shit. Such a coward.

Dimitri: No matter how much you antagonize me, I am not going anywhere with you.

Chris🐶: Just be ready or...

Dimitri: Or what?

Chris🐶: Well, you'll see😉

Dima fumed and threw the phone beside him on the bed when he saw Chris' cocky side make an appearance. He hated that the werewolf was so confident about taking him out and with consent. Since he met the werewolf, he had started feeling like a teenager in high school who was getting harassed by some horny jock.

Although one part of his mind decided to not get provoked and give in no matter what, yet another part was contemplating the idea of going because it knew how crazy Chris was. And his heart? Well, it was a different story altogether so don't even ask.

The clock kept ticking and the time didn't stop as Dima wished. Six o'clock wasn't far away; it was already five-thirty. As it was his usual time to shower on the days he doesn't go out, he decided to take one.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, it was five-fifty.

He took a simple v-neck t-shirt out of the walk-in closet and jeans. The choice of jeans was made because what if Chris pulled one of his crazy stunts and Dima had to go out with him?

Alas! No matter what excuse Dima made, the inner him wanted to go out with the insane wolf. He was hoping that Chris would pull something to make him go on that date.

Traitorous heart!

Tap. Tap. Tap.

His right foot was continuously tapping on the floor. The ticking of the clock was taunting him and the numbers that read six-thirty were killing him.

Ding! With unusual speed, he unlocked the electronic device he was holding onto tightly and checked the message.

Chris🐶: I am coming.

Coming? Dima thought, thoroughly confused.

Dimitri: Coming where?

Chris🐶: No time for sexting right now. I'll be at your house in two minutes.

"At my house?" Dima screamed into the phone.

Lance burst through the door within a few seconds and started looking everywhere. Realizing what he unintentionally did, he cleared his throat and said with a calm face and calm voice - "I was just talking to Raine on the phone."

Lance left after Dima's assurance of no threat, and that is when the panic started setting in. The panicked vampire ran out of his room as fast as he could.

Ding! His phone pinged with another notification. Again, it was Chris.

Chris🐶: I am here.

Dimitri: Here? Where you fucking idiot?!

Chris🐶: Outside your room.

How in the hell did he reach there without anyone noticing? The security needs some lectures or maybe a few bullets in their head. And I can't smell him; he masked his scent with something.

Dima took a U-turn and half-ran towards his room.

Chris was leaning against the wall of Dima's room looking all chilled and relaxed like he had nothing to worry about in this world.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Dima hissed at Chris as soon as they were face to face.

"I came to pick you up for our date."

"You are nuts."

"No, I have nuts. Wanna see?" Chris said shamelessly.

"And I pack a good punch, want a trial?" Dima deadpanned in return. Aggression would only lead Chris to entertainment, Dima can tell.

"No, thanks. I love my handsome face very much."

Dima went to reply with something sarcastic or insulting but stopped when he saw a guard turning around the corner and coming their way. Dima was sure the guard had not noticed Chris yet, but there is that 'yet' and he had to do something. Thousands of thoughts were plaguing his mind. Hence, it has stopped working. Damn! What do I do? Dima was on the verge of panic.

An idea struck his mind which seemed like the best idea ever at that time, but on retrospection was dumb. However, an idea is an idea. So without giving it a thought, Dima dived right in. And yet another kiss was shared between him and Chris.

Dima knew the exact moment the guard saw them and walked in the other direction to give his master some privacy with his supposed fling. Chris didn't know all this, so Dima took advantage of the situation and continued kissing him.

Dima had to think of a story for when their lips disconnect and Chris smirks in his direction for initiating the kiss. Until then he would like to kiss the Alpha a little more.

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