Bab 58: fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 14

Dimitri

I sink into the chair at the desk, engulfed with her even more than before "Yeah, and what did they say?"

"I don't really see how this is significant to taking down Alek."

"It's not, I guess. But it's important to me, Izzy."

"Why is that exactly?"

"Because you are important to me, okay?"

Although understandably taken aback, she simply turns her back to me in bed, hiking the covers up over her bare back where I can see the faintest hints of tiny scars. The light, almost luminescent sight of her scars is enough to make my stomach hurt, and while I want nothing more than to rip her out of bed, hold her caringly, anddemandshe tell me what tragedy in her life has made her so standoffish, I don't.

Instead, I take a moment to relax and call my chef, making it a point to put the call on speakerphone.

"Hey, man. Can you swing by soon? I'm thinking of having lunch with a guest and could use your help."

"Sure, boss. What are you in the mood for."