We all ended up siting down for dinner in a private room. Dimitri kept his eyes on me periodically, annoying the s**t out of me.
Maybe if he wasn’t Russian or our enemy, we could have shared something nice together. I mean he was easy on the eyes after all. But now, I just wanted to kill him at this point.
The man obviously had a short fuse and demands respect all the time. I don’t blame him, I’m just not gonna comply and be the good and loving wife he expects.
If anything, I’ll be his f*****g nightmare.
One thing I can say is that I enjoyed my meal. It was a nice fine dinning experience, but I think my baby enjoyed the taste more than me. The desert was to die for and I ended up ordering three of their famous desserts. My grandfather looked at me disapprovingly, but Dimitri though
