Demi
I am amazed that Demitri didn't even seem phased by the fact I don't want kids or to get married. I'm used to the usual bullshit of 'Oh, you're a woman; of course, you want to', which isn't true.
Part of me was sure he would want a kid. I’m sure the Don usually passes the title down to their child, so how will it work if he doesn't have a kid?
“You're thinking too much,” his words have me laughing. “I can see by your expression. Just ask rather than go over it,” he smirks, and I nod.
“When we get into the room,” I reply. We're waiting for the lift. I hear it and relax.
“Sorry, guys, this lift is taken. Wait for the next one.” A man's voice almost makes me groan until Demitri walks forward and steps into the lift. I stare at him, confused.
He chuckles slightly, and the guy stands
