Dmitry's Closet by Nelson, S. (read people like a book .txt) 📕

He rubbed his throbbing head and put down the pen and paper that he had used to write up some very important notes for his son and his lawyer to follow in the next coming days. His head was pounding and his mind raced like a pack of wild wolves…such was the life of a crime boss.

As the sun settled on her face, Royal turned suddenly in the bed. Her movements suggested a nightmare. She flinched and jerked as if she werein pain.

Dmitry sat up in the chair with his hands planted firmly on the armrests watching her, wondering if he should shake her awake. She turned violently again, then sat up on her own. Her hair bounced with full body as it nestled around her small frame, her perky full breasts and beautiful skin.

There was a short calm before the storm. Lazily, she made eye contact with Dmitry; then with a jolt, she covered her mouth and jumped out of bed.

He watched her long body stride through the large bathroom double doors and kneel before the toilet. Suddenly, he heard her coughing and her body up heaving the little food that she had eaten the night before.

Dmitry followed her into the bathroom and walked up behind her as she kneeled before the toilet. Lovingly, he bent down and moved her long, wild hair out of the way for her. She held on to both sides of the seat, feeling the cool porcelain on her long fingers while she coughed and gagged. The smell of the toilet water made her even more nauseated. She gagged again.

Dmitry walked over and ran a small hand towel under the faucet and brought it back to her. She took it and wiped her mouth.

“Thank you,” she looked away from him.

“What’s wrong with you,” he asked, helping her up.

“I don’t know. Nerves, I guess. You have worried the shit out of me in the last day or two.” She sat down on the bench, while he ran her a hot bath. She refused to look at him.

“You’re not a nervous woman.” Dmitry sat on the edge of the tub. His eyes were critical.

“Could you get my robe, please?” Royal pulled her hair behind her ear and crossed her arms. “I’m freezing.”

Dmitry raised his eyebrow at herbut did as she asked. He walked into the adjoining closet and retrieved her pink terrycloth robe. Passing it to her, he sat beside her on the bench and ran his hands over his head.

He yawned. “You didn’t drink last night,” he said, watching her stand up and quickly cover herself.

“Probably something I ate.” She went to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush. Her hands were still shaking.

Dmitry scratched his head. “You didn’t eat very much last night.”

“Well that’s probably it then,” she snapped.

She turned on the faucet and grabbed the toothpaste. Looking down at the marble countertop, she saw her tears fall from her eyes. She tried quickly to wipe them away. Looking back up into the mirror she saw Dmitry standing behind her. She turned around and looked up at him.

“I may have little firsthand knowledge in this area, but give me some credit, eh?”

She read his face. He knew. There was no need to lie to him.

“I told you the night that you proposed to me that children were not out of the question,” she said,allowing the tears to run down her hot cheeks. “I’m sorry for not telling you. I wanted to. The detention center just didn’t seem like the right place.”

Dmitry scratched his stubby beard and smiled. “How far along are you?” He kissed the crown of her head.

“Two months. I found out right before we left for Moscow. I was going to surprise you last night at midnight with the news.” She rolled her eyes. “But you ended up surprising me with your own.”

Dmitry walked over to the tub and turned off the water. She looked at his long body as it slumped over at the news. All of that time he asked me for a baby, now he doesn’t want it, she thought to herself sadly.

Dmitry took a deep breath and turned around. “I made you fall last night on the floor in the kitchen. I forced you upstairs. I made you scream and cry.” His face was distressed. “I could have hurt you and the baby. I couldn’t live with myself, if I did. I’m so very sorry.”

Royal’s facelit up. He did care. She went over to him and slid in between his legs.

“I’m sure that we’re fine.”

Dmitry grabbed her arm and pulled at hergently. “Please, tell me that you want it, even though you know what I am. Don’t kill it. I beg you.”

“Now you’re being ridiculous. This is mychild. I would never hurt it,and you know it. We were both orphans in a way, Dmitry. It’s up to us to make this right for our own.”

He shook his head in disbelief of his initial thoughts and how strong Royal was. “I’m committed to making sure that both of you have the best life that I can provide you.”

“I know, Dmitry.”

He touched her face. “You just don’t know what you mean to me.”

“No, but I’m sure in time, you’ll show me.” There was little enthusiasm in her eyes.

Dmitry sighed. She still didn’t trusthim, but who could blame her. He had lied to her, deceived her, endangered her and impregnated her. For the life of him, he did not understand why she loved him. Even all the money he gave did not supplement forthe pain he had provided for free.

“Dah, I’ll show you if it’s the last thing that I do,” he said, hugging her tightly. “Now, let’s get you in bed. And I’ll go and fix you some breakfast.”

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Renée locked the diamond collection in the safe and closed the small vault door. Cory had just informed her that Dmitry had decided overnight to do a complete overhaul of the shop without notice and would have the