บท 60: fake billionaire , damaged boyfriend 16

Izzy...

I'm pacingthe Smith Tower's only penthouse for what feels like hours.My heart is practically in my throat, and I cling to my arm like I have been all damn day. Everything hurts, though, not just the deep navy bruise on my forearm. My head is in a tizzy since this morning after replaying the many times that Alek walked by my office door like nothing happened earlier—it haunts me.

The elevator door dings open, and I gasp aloud, catching Dimitri as he takes two steps into the penthouse. My arms snuggly fits around his sides and he seems to reciprocate the hug at first before pulling away in mild bewilderment. His fingertips stroke my cheek, and I feel at home in his caress.

"What's going on, Kitten? Why are you here?" He pulls away first, dropping his brown leather messenger bag and blazer jacket on the couch nearby. By the time I steady my inhale and approach him, ready to spew my guts over the horrors of today, his eyes catch my arm, "What the fuck happened?"