Love Wasn’t On The Menu, Mr. Dimitrios

Episode 4

Selene’s POV

Last night was…

My body felt like it had been run over by a truck, as every muscle was screaming in protest.

The sun shouldn’t have been reflecting on my face like that because my curtains were always closed.

My eyes fluttered open, and I winced at the brightness streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window.

“What the hell?” I yawned, stretching, then hissed when a throbbing headache crashed over me like a tidal wave.

The scent of lavender and cinnamon wrapped around me as I took in my surroundings.

Then it hit me.

We didn’t have floor-to-ceiling windows.

I tried moving when I felt arms around me when memories from last night came rushing back in flashes.

I winced, shutting eyes as a very vivid picture flashed in my head.

The last thing I had remembered was his torso hovering over me, while he peppered kisses on my cheeks.

What happened after that?

I winced, clutching my head and I stressed trying to remember what had happened for that

Just how many shots had I even taken last night?

Five?

Thirteen?

I turned to face him and another memory interrupted me.

“Come here.” He had said and I strode across the room straight into his arms.

Turning to face him, my eyes trailed down to the lips that had crashed onto mine yesterday. He had tasted like whiskey and bad decisions, with a hint of vanilla.

What I couldn’t figure out was if we had s*x? Because I wasn’t feeling anything except he had a small d**k?

Memories from before him suddenly hit me and I scrambled to untangle myself, only to freeze when my eyes landed on a crumpled heap of clothes in the corner…my panties.

Oh. My. God.

We did have s*x?

I hurriedly slipped my panties into my pocket and without looking back at him, I slipped out, holding my heels and purse as I prepared for my walk of shame.

I was glad he didn't wake up… it seemed like he really needed his sleep.

Embarrassment crawled over my skin in goosebumps as I cursed under my breath as I descended the spiral staircase.

I must have looked desperate and s*x starved!

I took the stairs two at a time, glancing over my shoulder like he might appear and yell at me to stop and when I had gotten to the bottom, stumbled over something.

A yelp escaped me as I struggled to regain my balance.

A toy train lay on the floor, I frowned.

“Daddy?” a small voice called.

I turned and froze.

A little boy stared at me with glossy eyes.

What was a child doing here?

Oh God.

His mouth opened, and a shrill cry filled the house.

“Hey, shuuushhh,” I cooed, rushing to his side.

He couldn’t be more than four, and his eyes caught my attention.

Grey.

Just like his fathers!

“It’s okay,” I coaxed when he stretched his hands toward me.

A strange feeling overwhelmed me as I carried him, patting his back while he clung to me like a koala.

How long was I supposed to stand here?

What's the matter?” I cooed and he just rubbed his belly.

Maybe I should have asked him where his mom was instead.

I glanced back up towards the bedroom.

The last thing I wanted was for his crying to wake his father up before I could get out.

The kitchen was not hard to find.

However, the catastrophe I found inside caused me to halt in the doorway.

There were two other girls in the kitchen, they looked somewhere around nine or probably ten years old.

Twins, perhaps?

One wore glasses, her hair packed into a ponytail, curious eyes fixed on me while the other had her hair tied into two pigtails, a cold, indifferent expression on her face as she regarded me.

They were standing at the stove and with every surface in there soiled with a spill.

I moved closer and turned off the stove, covering the pan with a lid before it would go and trigger the smoke alarm.

"What is going on here?" I asked.

The one with glasses mumbled something under her breath, while the other scoffed.

The boy was still clinging to me, sniffing my skin.

“I’m hungry,” he whined.

They were making him breakfast?

Seeing as they were both uninterested in answering my questions, I ushered them out and got to work.

A while later , I went out to set the table. The kids were still there.

The girls looked skeptical about the bacon and pancakes, watching them like they might explode if touched, the little boy, however, devoured it instantly.

“Did my dad employ you as the new chef?” the one with glasses asked.

“Um… something like that?” I chuckled nervously, realizing I’d forgotten I was supposed to be sneaking out.

“That wasn’t an answer. Are you friends with Aunt Vera? My dad’s fiancée?” the other one asked.

I froze at the name.

This was Vera’s fiancée?

What were the odds that I let myself loose and ended up in bed with Vera fiancée or perhaps it was another of their plans to ruin me

As soon as I stood, the little boy grabbed my dress.

“Where are you going?” he asked, eyes wide and pleading.

“I’ll be back soon, honey, I need to use the bathroom” I said, patting his hair.

He reluctantly let go. I waited a few minutes, hoping they were focused on their food, then bolted for the door, walking on my tiptoes.

I sighed in relief once I was outside and slipped on my heels.

Last night was a disaster.

Although he was Vera’s fiancé, she had said their relationship was just for show and that he was like a rock, immune to seduction. I wasn’t sure I believed that anymore, not after last night.

My cheeks heated, and I cursed under my breath.

I was so stupid.

After walking for what felt like hours, I finally reached the mansion’s gate and found a taxi. I sank into the back seat, exhausted to my bones.

“Where are we going, miss?” the driver asked.

I gave him the address and shut my eyes to rest.

“f**k, you’re so wet.”

My eyes flew open.

Of course my brain chose now to replay that. I scrubbed my hands over my face.

I had never felt so ashamed.

My phone vibrated inside my purse, it was a private number.

I frowned and picked up.

“Hello?”

“Miss Andrews, you left without a word.” Aries’ groggy sexy voice made me sit up, my spine going rigid.

A cry followed, and it sounded like his little boy.

“Uh, I didn’t think we had anything to talk about. I’m already on my way home, Mr Dimitrios” I replied, chewing on my lip.

I was certain I hadn't told him my name last night

“We’re both aware you don’t have a home,” he said calmly. “I need you back here. I have a job proposal for you.”

My eyes widened.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t apply for any position, sir,” I asked, hoping he hadn’t meant last night was an application to benefits.

“Why don’t you come and find out? I’ll be expecting…”

“Stop right there,” I snapped, my chest tightening at his sick way of thinking, “I’m not going to be your… s*x slave or whatever you want to call. This is where we part ways and act like we never met.”

“We both know that won’t work. Either you come back, or I come get you myself,” he said, his tone bossy enough to make my blood boil.

“Oh please, I don’t care—”

“One million,” he interrupted. The little boy was still shrieking in the background.

“Huh?”

“Two million? Three? I’ll pay you three million if you work for me.”

Three million?!

That was a lot.

Then again, he was the top multibillionaire CEO in the country.

The offer was tempting. With that money, I could rebuild my life and fight for what is mine… in the meantime I could get a new apartment. Start cooking again. Maybe even…

No.

I couldn’t do it.

I didn’t know what he wanted, and I didn’t want anything tying me to another man especially one close to Vera

“Miss Andrews?” he called.

“I’m sorry,” I said, then hung up.

I didn’t care what Aries wanted from me and honestly didn’t think I wanted to find out now. If he was Vera’s fiancée I would assume he knew nothing and I wanted it to stay that way.

And just as the car pulled to a stop, my attention shifted to the driveway.

Matthew’s car.

Oh well, this was going to be fun.

Sure enough, Matthew, lying back with Vera, their bodies entwined on our matrimonial bed.

The sight made my stomach churn with disgust, but also a strange clarity, if I had regarded him as a dog in heat before now he was so f*****g shameless one

Caring less about what he was doing, I said, “We need to talk about the divorce.”

“f**k! Selene…” he yelled in surprise, scrambling to cover up himself and Vera

"Worthless whores," I sneered.

Vera's eyes met mine as though the word had somehow triggered her.

"Oh shut the f**k up b***h!" She snapped. "Don’t you know what basic courtesy is?"

Her audacity struck me…

"I didn’t come here to argue with you" I screamed.

The veins in my neck nearly popped as my breathing was rapidly growing ragged.

"Lower your voice," Vera whined.

“Mattew, give me what I want."

"You have nothing, Selene. I mean you don’t even have a place to stay"

I swallowed, in my fit of rage.

"You have no account of your own, no company or any sort of leverage against me."

"Nothing," Vera chipped in.

I shot her a dirty look and she rolled her eyes at me.

"My suggestion is for you to remain calm and remember exactly which side of this situation you are currently on."

My brows furrowed.

"I am going to get my company back after I divorce you," I promised him.

He tilted his head.

"Wait, you are serious about divorcing me?"He laughed, "Common Selene, the board knows me."

He climbed out of the bed, tidying up himself.

"They have worked with me for the last four years while you remained here playing house like an obedient wife."

He took a step forward while I took a step back.

I didn't say a word.

"If you walk in there after a divorce asking for your company back," he carried on, "they will look at you like a stranger."

He halted, quirking a brow at me.

"We could have an open marriage if that makes you feel any better," he began, "Think about it practically. You get to keep my name, live under my roof and the appearance of a well to do marri..."

My palm connected with his cheek before the sentence was fully out of his mouth.

"Bastard! And it doesn’t matter how long and hard, I’d have to fight… the end result will be me getting back my fathers company from you!" I yelled.

I turned and walked out.

Vengeful anger bubbled in my chest which felt tight at the moment.

“SELENE, COME BACK HERE?!” I heard him thunder, thrashing the place as she looked for a shirt to wear.

It was almost hard to breathe.

"Oh Matthew, I’ll make you eat your f*****g words," I whispered, still moving fast towards the front door.

I grabbed my car keys from the holder sitting there… I just had to pick it up from the mechanics and the bag I had packed up yesterday.

As soon as I stepped out, I saw a familiar car in the driveway.

“And whose car is that, you slut!” I heard Matthew yell from behind me, making me realise I didn’t see it alone.

The black Bentley Mulsanne was more expensive than all the cars Matthew had in the garage and that would explain his loss of composure.

“Oh my! Ms goody shoes had spent a few minutes cursing at me only for you to sell yourself…” his words trailed out as I entered the car.

It was either this or I walked fueling Mattews pride.

Just as I entered I could see him marching towards me and before he could reach me, a guard appeared out of nowhere, his hand clamping down on Matthew's wrist.

“I don't think you’d want to do this here sir!” the guard threatened.

“Who are these men you f*****g slut…” he yelled instead, “We are not divorced… you can’t leave me… I own you… SELENE…”

He was still yelling profanities as the car zoomed away.

A smile filled my face as the driver made sure to bathe him with dust.

The youngest child who had been hysterical on the phone scrambled into my lap and as soon as I gave him the attention.

I finally asked, “Is the job offer still…?”

He didn’t answer directly, just instructed the driver to take us home.

“But why?”

He didn’t hesitate to answer, “You should be asking what job I want you to do Selene? And not just assume I want to f**k you.”

A blush crept into my cheeks as I remembered our conversation earlier on.

He didn’t let me dwell on my embarrassment as he continued, “I haven’t been able to find anyone that calmed Lucas the way you did without even having to do too much… and the twins ate and asked for more….”

“Since the passing of their mother, they had started intentionally not eating to look the way she was due to chemo”

Oh

“So I would help you get back everything you lost and in return you become my children’s cook for the period of the lawsuit.”

Was that all?

It still didn’t answer my question… Why was he helping me?

“And… What about last night?” I found myself asking, my cheeks heating. “You… we…”

His eyes darkened, “Forget whatever you think had happened last night. I’m not interested in romance and moreover you are surely not my type.”

I bit my tongue, aware that his body the night before had said otherwise, but I nodded instead.

He leaned back, and I knew that nothing about this man was going to be simple.

“So what do you say Selene?”