If only he loved me too

Chapter 8: eight

"Dimitri," I said raising my head to look at his face, I could make out his facial features due to all the

lights. his face was stone cold and he stared straight ahead, I stared at his face, unknowingly my

fingers were hovering over his perfect jaw, but even with all that alcohol in me couldn't bring myself to

touch his face, he is like this forbidden fruit that I can't have even if I wanted too. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

With that thought, I sighed and dropped my hand, Dimitri glanced down at me but didn't comment and

continued to walk ahead with me still in his arms, the walk was not too long because the valet bought

his car around.

"Why are you here?" I asked him breaking the awkward silence. "Shouldn't you be in there dancing

around your bimbo?" my words were mixed but the jealousy in my voice was as clear as the day or...

night, I couldn't hide my feelings even if I wanted too because getting drunk on a heavy night like this

was not as good as of an idea I had thought it was, but my encounter with him like this was not in my

mind, I have always found myself a ride home on events like these and he has never bothered before

to personally escort me out of the party.

He sighed like he already regretted taking me with him "I was just trying to be polite" I didn't expect him

to explain but it was nice that he did

"Polite and flirty are two different things" I mumbled closing my eyes as a bright light flashed on my

face, the lights of the luxurious house were too much for my drunken self.

"Why are you drunk? you don't like to drink" he asked shifting me in his arms as he tried to open the

passenger-side door of his car. He spoke like he knows things about me, things like drinking my heart

away, trying to bury the pain I had been feeling from the moment I realized that I was madly and

completely in love with him.

"I'm scared" I whispered when he lowered me on the seat and put on my seatbelt, he paused and

looked at me, his face was close and his scent was so alluring I couldn't move my eyes away from his,

they had this crazy spell on that makes me lose my footing or in this case my breathing., it was getting

hard for me not to lean forward and just kiss him to fulfill my desire before its too late.

"Of what?" he asked me his breath smelts like peppermint and whiskey, a very seductive combination,

he was teasing me, taunting me of something that I have been deprived of.

I didn't reply, I couldn't. so, I did what I have been wanting to do for a very long time. I leaned forward

and kissed him one last taste, he froze but I moved my lips against him, tasting that divine flavor of sin

on his lips.

I placed my right hand on his cheek moving impossibly closer, he didn't respond, not that I expected

anything different but it hurt more than expected, maybe I need to stop this torture on myself, stop

embarrassing myself with fake fairy tales like true love. I pulled away and chuckled sadly "Let's go

home, I'm tired," I said pushing him out and closed the door on his face.

he didn't move for a while but got in the driver's side after a minute or two, we drove back home in a

crispy silence, I kept looking out the window and tried hard to keep my tears at bay.

"I don't hate you," he said glancing at g me while driving, I saw his reflection on the window but didn't

look at him, it hurt, it bought physical pain to me as we keep talking.

I chuckled angrily "Yeah, you don't hate me, you just don't love me," I said roughly wiping my traitorous

fallen tears, he faced looking at me but I didn't turn his gaze drilling holes on the side of my face but I

still don't turn.

"And you do?" there was an edge in his voice that made me look at him, he was intensely staring at me

waiting for my answer, I was about to reply when I looked behind at the window on his side and my

eyes widened, it was getting too close too fast.

"Watch out" but I was too late, but the truck had already smashed into the side of our car that sent us

flying away. the car rolled upside down and the glass of my window shattered on my face, I couldn't

keep my eyes open, I struggled to look at Dimitri and I screamed looking at his face, blood seeped from

his head and he was unconscious, his only support was the seatbelt but it was digging in his stomach, I

pulled at my seatbelt but it was stuck, I tried harder and it came off, I crawled out from the shattered

window and with lot difficulty, I crawled my way towards his side, sobbing as the broken glass dig into

my skin.

with tears running down my face I slowly undid his seatbelt and he fell almost hitting his head on the

steering wheel, I pulled both of his arms trying to get him out of the car but something hit the back of

my head with a lot of force, painfully before I lost my consciousness I turned to face my attacker and

cursed

Peter held a gun in his right hand and smiled creepily before he pointed the gun on my face and pulled

the trigger.