Back to Dimitri's pov
He was on one knee. One damn knee, his big, bulky arms outstretched like branches, while holding the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen. The saying should be diamonds are a boy's best friend coz...damn.
Jake's hair was rowdy, as usual, and I was adorning the suit he had tailored for me a couple of weeks back. And the biggest smile was on his face.
“Dimitri, the love of my life, my sunshine, my wine, will you marry me?”
I was taken aback. Jake fucking Oliver proposed...to me. Not that skank Kamila, or some other hoe. He proposed to me. Me!
“I...I...”
“Hold the fuck up...he promised to marry me!” and suddenly Kain was there, his arms outstretched holding a similar diamond ring.
“guys...I..” I tried to interject but the sound of a fist slamming against skin shut me up.
Kain was beating the crap out of Jake, his big, bulky form hovering over Jake while Jake cried out for help. W crowd was forming and I was being pushed further away. The screams getting more distant.
The last thing I heard was a gunshot, before the crowd dispersed like nothing happened. I stood there, slack jawed as Kain lay there, bloodied fists, lifeless. Jake was holding the gun.
“Jake, you killed him!” I said, panicked.
“Enough about him,” he grinned,“will you marry me now?”
The sight of Kain's body was enough to stun me awake.
My breath hitched up in my throat. Was that a premonition?
What if?.....no, Jake isn't that crazy..plus Kain is big enough to defend himself right? RIGHT?!
“Dimitri, what's wrong” Kain groggily asked,“i can feel you tossing and turning....”
“yeah, I'm fine, still a little sore, that's all.”
He mumbled a quick goodnight before going back to sleep, his husky breath filling the night air once again.
I felt kind of guilty. What if I was a hoe? Just like Jake says. What if I've just put Kain's life in danger by letting us do the devil's tango?
I felt a headache coming on.
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I woke up to the sweet smell of eggs and bacon wafting in the air. I got up from bed awkwardly, my head pounding, and saw the sexy sight of Jake's back as he made breakfast.
“Morning sunshine.” he said, “sleep well?”
I sighed, “not really...”
He took a moment to walk over and kiss my forehead. I didn't know what to do, so I just awkwardly smiled at him. Is this what couples wake up to each morning. Sweet words, kisses and a delicious breakfast? I suddenly felt like I was missing out. Everytime I woke up, Jake was never there, even after a rough night of sex. Sometimes I had to wobble around the room, alone, trying to look for something to eat.
“you have no idea how sexy you look with long hair.” he complimented.
He slid the plate of bacon and eggs my way, and even poured me a hot cup of coffee. I felt really bad now. I don't deserve him, I really don't.
We took a shower, together, with some fooling around of course. But I was paranoid as fuck. I could feel Jake watching us from the bathroom glass, I could smell his thick cologne. I could even hear his voice, and I could feel him punching away on my body.
