XX · DIMITRI

Dimitri Delacroix's point of view

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AFTER ISABELLE LEFT SURPRISINGLY crying, my parents turned to me with a very scary look in their eyes. "What the fuck was that, Dimitri?" My dad exclaimed deadly calm.

"Have you lost your mind, son?" My mom yelled.

"I..." I couldn't say a word, too stunned by my own actions.

"Why were her lips swollen? Why are yours?" Mom came closer, holding my face in her hands. "Did you kiss each other?" She asked staring straight into my eyes. "Did you?"

"No," I lied. "No. We did not kiss."

She kept staring at me, making me uncomfortable, "He said they didn't kiss, Genevieve. Our son doesn't lie!"

Abruptly, she glared at him, "When we slept together, we also didn't say a word to anyone," her eyes turned to me, "until I learned I was pregnant with him!"

"Mom!"