I woke with a start just as someone pulled open the heavy curtains to let sunlight in. I winced at the white light as my tired eyes painfully adjusted.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."
"Dimitri?" I mumbled, looking around sheepishly.
"The one and only, baby." I briefly saw his silhouette moving towards me as he spoke before I covered my head with the grey bed sheet.
"Nooo. Its too bright... Switch it off-"
"Its two o'clock, Jay. Get your life together." He dumped himself next to me. "Maybe I just gave you too much head last night." He chuckled as he climbed on top of me on all fours.
I just groaned in embarrassment as I immediately remembered what we had done last night.
"You didn't." I grumbled without thinking.
"Not enough then?" Dimitri tugged at the bed sheet and brought a long finger to the skin on my shoulder since I was laying sideways beneath him. "We can always fix that..."
"Let me sleep, I'm tired."
"Oh come on... I've missed you, y'know."
I sighed and uncovered my head. "I'll be back..." I sighed again, needing to pee and freshen up. I kind of felt bad for pushing him away like that - literally and metaphorically - but I was sure he'd be fine.
When I came back, having barely put on underwear after my shower, Dimitri didn't waste a second and pulled me onto the bed and crawled right back on top of me just he had before.
"Didn't you hear me? I fucking missed you, Jamaica." He repeated.
"We used to go months without seeing each other, Dimitri." I half complained - the other half of me was flattered that he'd miss me after only a few hours.
"Just tell me you fucking missed me back. I like when you say shit like that to me."
"You mean baby you?" I teased, my voice laced with humour despite the fact that I knew very well that he was being serious. It made me realise how he was so much softer on the inside than he often cared to admit. He wasn't lying when he said he needed me. He needed me to pay attention and ask him about his day, the whole girlfriend type of thing; I just hoped it wouldn't turn into the patriarchal mess I left behind at the auction house or worse, the one I lived in when I first met Dimitri.
"No. Yes? I don't fucking know..." He looked nervous for the first time because of me. "Did you miss me or not?" He changed the subject.
"I missed you, baby." I chuckled before placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips. "You would've never struck me as the corny type..."
"That was then. I'm different now... Hard too." He grinned at me before showing me exactly what he meant by grinding his hard member against my belly and drawing a yelp from me.
"Oh god. How even?"
"I always want you, babe. Its pretty simple." He whispered against my jaw before placing a gentle kiss there. I loved how I always got butterflies in my stomach whenever he said stuff like that. Dimitri was just so perfect to me sometimes; this time being on of them.
He slowly pulled at the towel to expose my naked chest
"Look at these..." Dimitri traced the love marks on my skin, gazing up into his eyes, I knew he had conflicting feelings about them. "Skin is hurting?"
"No." I smiled reassuringly. "What's wrong?"
"I fucking love looking at them, knowing they're there and that they make you think about us when you see them. That's what's wrong."
"Its not wrong, its normal, I guess... It doesn't hurt."
"Good. 'Cause you're literally like a hot piece of chocolate and I'm a chocoholic." He teased. I cringed but he just laughed and continued. "I want to be inside you, baby..." Heat pooled deep I'm my belly at the last couple of words he said. I thought about letting him actually have sex with me but then remembered once more where we were and what was happening. Dimitri's father was sick - dying - and here he was, busy thinking about sex. I don't know why but I suddenly felt irritated with his behaviour. Did he even care?!
"You can't be serious."
"Was the chocolate part racist? Or maybe cliché? Demeaning? I just thought it wouldn't be pushing it since you remind me chocolate - sweet and your skin -"
"That's not what I mean!" I snapped, surprising the both of us. "You can't possibly be thinking about sex right now, Dimitri." I said, much calmer.
"We both were."
"Yeah, well my father isn't the one suffering a long and painful death."
"Where the fuck is this coming from?" Dimitri questioned, confusion tainting his beautiful features as wrinkles appeared between his dark brows, eyes crinkling at the outer corners as he squinted. I sat up and pushed him off me - not that he wasn't already removing himself.
"It just seems like you don't even care that he is sick. I mean, weren't you crying about it the other day?"
"Don't go there... I-" He began.
"You need to get your priorities straight. If I had the luxury of having even one of my parents, I'd never leave their side willingly to screw around with some chick, Dimitri. Never." I could feel the jealousy and the rage beginning to bubble in my heart as I spoke. I was jealous of his family?
"Its not like that." He tried to defend himself.
"What then?" I asked, throwing my hands up in frustration after standing up off the bed with the plan of putting on some clothes.
"You help me escape. I told you." He answered, now looking utterly defeated. It was like he'd lost his fight suddenly.
"Well, you can't be like that. I don't want to be the one who gets in between you and your father. You have to-"
"What? Sit right in front of him and watch him die?" Dimitri interrupted me mid sentence.
"No. You didn't let me finish." I muttered. He scoffed. "You just need to make him feel like you're there for him. Talk to him, make things right if you have things to get off your chest. I don't want the only thing you remember about this trip to be sex."
"How can you even say that? That's so fucking-"
"It's true." I interrupted him again.
"Okay, you shut the fuck up while I'm talking!" He roared suddenly causing me to jump. "Jamaica, I have had a rough couple of hours and the last thing I need is you judging me. Your arguments are irrelevant and I'm so bloody tired of having to fucking explain myself. All I fucking wanted was to get lost in the arms of the woman I think I'm falling for even just for a bit but I guess you have other plans so..."
"I'm only trying to help..."
"By making me look like an even bigger piece of shit than I already am? By making me feel worse?"
"I'm sorry..."
"Me fucking too... God, I can't even stand you right now." Dimitri mumbled and also stood up.
"Where are you going?" I questioned, a lump in my throat and my heart heavy already.
"Fuck you, Jay." He said simply as he adjusted his fancy suit jacket, tie and also the not so little problem he had in his matching black trousers. I clutched the towel tightly as I watched him leave. Tears stung my eyes and I had to blink them back - it was a good thing because it blurred my vision. It made it easier to pretend he wasn't walking away, he hadn't said those words to me and I hadn't attacked him... Until the door slammed shut; then reality came crashing down on me like a tone of bricks.
My heart ached. Why did I have to get angry?

Oh no... Trouble in paradise? Please vote and comment, tell momma everything you feel... Also, don't forget to spread love, be so fucking nice it kills them. Adiós. Till the next update.