Page 52 of Shattered Diamonds

Demetri must feel the tension in my hand that he’s holding because he turns back to watch me with a satisfied smirk on his face. “What would you like to drink?” he asks as he approaches the bar. He releases my hand and turns to the bartender who seems very happy to see him.

“Sir,” she greets with a sultry smile.

Sir?

Is she calling him sir to be respectful or has she been under his command partaking in his demanding ways? By the expression on her face and the sparkle in her eyes, she’s been on her knees in front of him before.

I watch the exchange between them as the little green demon in my belly rears its ugly head.

“Tegan,” he greets her with a dry but respectful tone.

Demetri obviously knows her, but his return regarding her couldn’t have been more neutral. He’s clearly been here before because she slides a glass of clear liquid with three ice cubes in front of him without him asking for it. Her eyes drop to the bar top when he looks at her in a way that makes me question the dynamic between them.

I turn away, feeling as if I am intruding on something intimate. I’m uncomfortable and Demetri knows it because I can feel his eyes on me, watching me. I assume he is waiting for my drink order, but my gaze is now floating around the room observing the patrons. The heaviness in the air is making me more and more uncomfortable.

There is a couple in the far corner I find myself stuck on. When a third person approaches the couple, my interest piques even more. A glass of wine appears in front of me just as my lower back feels the warmth of Demetri’s palm. I can’t help but feel relieved when he leads me away from the bar and to a half moon booth in the corner with a reserved sign on it. He gestures for me to slide in with the nod of his head. The song changes to another sultry beat. The silence between us is as comfortable as it can be as I take in my surroundings. Demetri leans back and rests his arm around the back of the booth behind me. We sit in silence for a few moments while sipping our cocktails. My gaze goes back to the couple in the corner. It’s two men and a woman. One man is kissing the woman passionately while the other is behind her kissing the base of her neck. He has her long hair pulled to the side, and at one point, I see his teeth sink into her shoulder. I shudder at the thought of Demetri’s teeth leaving marks on me. I can’t help but look back to the bar to see if Tegan is looking our way. She is. I turn back to the couple. The man behind the woman now has his hand inside her shirt. I fidget in my seat as I watch her head drop back to his chest. The man in front of her opens the buttons on her blouse and removes her breast from the confines of her rose colored lace bra. When he eagerly puts his mouth on her nipple, her mouth drops open, and the man behind her takes advantage and kisses her with passionate energy. I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth and turn away. My gaze drops to the table in front of me while in thought. Why did he bring me here? To a place like this? Is this what he expects of me? I glance back at the bar. Tegan is serving a man and woman but her quick glances our way let me know she is still watching Demetri.

“She an ex-girlfriend?” I ask, turning back to the couple. I don’t even need to explain myself. He already knows who I’m talking about. Which only confirms my suspicions.

“No.”

“Past partners?” I keep my gaze on the couple.

“No.”

“Don’t lie.” I exhale in frustration.

“I never lie.”

“You’re lying now. Clearly, there is something between you two. She can’t keep her eyes off you.”

“I never lie.”

“You have definitely slept with her. By the way she looked at you, it was more than once. There was some kind of weird connection between you two.”

“She is submissive. I am a Dom.”

I turn my attention to him. “And that means?”

“She was being respectful.”

“You’ve never slept with her?”

“I didn’t say that.”

I huff and shift in my seat, turning my attention back to the couple. “You’re an asshole,” I mutter under my breath as I turn away, agitated, the jealousy I’m feeling taking over.

“Haven, I would advise you to watch how you speak to me.” I feel his fingers intertwine in my hair.

“I asked you if there was anything between you. You lied.”

“There is nothing between us.”

“This conversation is going in circles.”

“Then ask the right question.” I feel the tension of one of my curls being wrapped around his finger.

“Have you fucked her and was it recently?” I question myself as to why this is bothering me so much, but I already know the answer.

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