In Love With My Boss

Seventeen

Okay, let's set things right. Dimitri will so not go back to Tasha, that is sure. She is totally out of the picture for him.

This chapter won't be a DPOV, but I still hope that it says enough :)

And well, guys, someone said that the amnesia thing is utter nonsense (and it may be in someone's else's opinion too; I won't argue with that; I can't please everyone; I know that that thing is impossible), but I have already told you about it into the story's description, so you should have seen it coming :)

And for some of you it may seem that I am dragging the story to an infinite and maybe I am, I don't know, that's for you to decide, but this is how I thought my story should be and I don't plan to change it because I have already written some more chapters in that direction and I don't really want to throw them away. It's my work and I won't give up on it that easily. I just hope that you would stick with me till the end :*

You know what? It is just perfect that he has given me a free day today. After he just did a few moments ago, I don't think I can be near him, not even for a second. He just showed me how far his cockiness can go and I might snap at him and rip his head off if I need to stay around him some more. Ugh! My blood is practically boiling with anger. How dare he do something like this?

I plop myself on the chair and pick up the phone to cancel all his precious meetings. But as I want to introduce the first phone number, I hear that someone is already using the first line and is having a very interesting conversation with another man. I don't think that I have lost very much since it began, as I just exited his office. Curiosity runs through me on an instant. I need to know what the f**k is going on. So, I make myself as silent as I can and eavesdrop. I know it's not nice, but it might be necessary. I really want to know why he is acting like this and this conversation might shed some light on the subject.

'The best s*x of your life? Really?'

Oh, so I was right. He is just playing around.

'I am not kidding, Ivan. I know it was amazing.' Well, at least we share the same opinion here.

But who is Ivan? His personal confessor? Yeah, he just called to brag with his newest addition to the list of conquests. f*****g men. But Ivan sounds Russian, right? Why are they speaking in English?

'When?'

'Last night.'

'So you got an unforgettable birthday gift, huh? What was so special about it?'

'I just practically woke up with scratches on my back.'

Oh yeah, that's on me. I might still need to apologize for that. Just if he brings it into the discussion.

'And I found buttons scattered on the floor. I guess I ripped her shirt or something in the process.' You guess Belikov? 'I think she had to take mine instead because I couldn't find it.'

Well, I couldn't leave in only my bra! And I had to leave my favorite burgundy Victoria's Secret panties under him. They were a Christmas gift from Lissa. So I guess it was more than a fair exchange, okay?

'Well, that is some wild s*x you are talking about.'

'And she, she was just, so exotic. And so genuine. The way she screamed, man.'

Ooookay, am I supposed to feel good about myself or very ashamed right now? Because I feel mostly like the latter.

'Well, who is the lucky girl? Don't make me wait.' Okay, say it. It was stupid Rose.

'There is a problem.'

'Oh, it's Rose, right? So, what is the problem? Are you afraid that Tasha would fire her? Didn't you say that she wouldn't get involved in this kind of things anymore?'

You know what? After this conversation ends I am out of here for goods, with or without his or Tasha's help. I am quitting in this very second. I am not going to be around just to satisfy his carnal wishes. And I just can't play this ''it didn't happen game'' with him no more. It seems that last night was for him just successful p***y hunting and I was stupid enough to believe that he kind of liked me. He is such a good actor he deserves a f*****g prize.

'I thought so too.' You thought? Okay, I am officially confused. What the f**k is happening? Does he know I am listening and wants to f**k with me some more? Is he this cruel? 'But no. Rose wouldn't do that. You know how things are working between me and her.'

Wait, what? But I just did, comrade. Is he still going to pretend it wasn't me? He can tell the truth, at least to this man. He was very specific with the other details.

'Please, don't tell me it was Tasha.'

'You know what happened between us some time ago.' I prick up my ears. What happened? 'Plus, Tasha and I haven't had s*x in months.' I almost puff right into the phone as I roll my eyes. Yeah, sure. Except for the night you screwed her into your office, boy. I won't forget that night anytime soon. All I could think of then was how they were touching each other and remembering it now, it is still annoying me more than it should. 'And she won't know in her entire life what good s*x is. Everything about that woman is fake. Including her orgasms.' Wow, such a complex conversation are these guys having. 'But who knows, maybe I am the one to blame for that.' he says lastly and I swear I can see the eye roll he did. But here I have to disagree. The problem is surely not him.

'Then why do you keep on hanging out with her?'

'You know I promised her something. But mostly, until now, it was the power of habit I guess. She is the only one who never left.'

I don't get the most things he is talking about, who knows what history they share, but what I get is that between the two of them things aren't going very well. Maybe this is why Tasha is such a panther around him lately and is acting that badly with me. She maybe knows that he just keeps her around for decor and she is afraid of the day he is going to leave her.

'Then? Who is she?'

'I don't really remember.'

What?

'What?'

'Look, I was so wasted that I don't remember half the things I did last night. All I know is that I was into that club with all of Tasha's little friends. Then I drink something. Then I drive.'

'You drove drunk? What were you thinking buddy?'

Yeah, he got a lecture about that from me too.

'Yes, I know it was stupid, you don't need to remind me. The thing is that I couldn't find my car this morning. But when I came to the office it was in the parking lot. So I guess I came here, even though I don't remember doing it. All I do remember is being into the elevator at some point and going down. And the thing is that I wasn't alone. And to back that up, I have found now some glasses on my desk. I think I drank something here with that woman and then we left. I don't really know where she came into the equation though. I have a hunch, but I am not sure.'

'So why aren't you looking on the tapes and solve the problem?'

'The cameras are out this week. We are making their inspection, so there is nothing I can do about that. But leave that.'

'Okay, so then what?'

'The next thing I know is that I am laying on my bed and this woman is above me, undressing me' hey! I was just making sure you won't strangle yourself with that tie, you jackass! I was so not trying to undress you, you arrogant bastard. You were the one who began the undressing part from what I remember. If I would have known where things would head to, I would have let you suffocate. Maybe it would have taught you a lesson. 'and I guess that we fought or something, I am not sure and then she says ''f**k this s**t'' and she undresses. That's all I remember that happened. Oh, and she was so beautiful. Like, so, so, beautiful.'

'Easy there, buddy, I can almost hear you drool over your desk.'

At that, I let out a small laugh, but none of them seems to have noticed it.

'Very funny.'

Well, it would be kind of funny if I wouldn't be the subject of this conversation.

'But do you know something about her? Besides the incredible s*x. You said you don't remember much from what you did, but do you remember something about how she looks? '

'I don't really remember many things about her. I can only bring back some sensations. Like her perfume. I know that she smelled amazing. Oh, and her hair was so soft. And the way I was feeling when I was with her. This blackout doesn't really make sense for me.' He says obviously bothered. And hearing him say these things about me makes me feel nice, I won't deny it. Maybe, after all, he does like me? God, it's so frustrating not to know what's going into his f*****g mind! Why does he have to act one way and speak the other? Can't he decide already?

'For a second there, I could have sworn that you fell in love with this mysterious woman.' This Ivan says amused.

'Yeah, sure.' he says and puffs.

Somehow his response hurts me. So, I am nothing more than a game for him, this is sure now. I don't need for him to fall in love with me or something, but at least I thought that last night was, I don't know, different for him than any other nights he spent with other women, even though he doesn't know it was me. He made it seem like that from the way he was speaking a second ago. For me, last night was special. I mean, it was my first time after all. And he made it seem that way too when he embraced me and whispered those words to me and from how careful he was with me. But I guess I was just another conquest of his. It seems that I thought wrongly about him being different. I was such a fool to fall into his trap again. When will I learn not to fall for his s**t anymore?

A pause comes. He chuckles. 'This is not a useful thing, but I have her panties.' Oh, wow. Why don't you send him a picture of them you bastard? Make a newspaper announcement too. Put them on the internet. God, I so want to strangle him with those underpants.

'You what? She left them there?' well, it's not like I had any other choice.

'Yes, she did. Maybe to make it up for the fact that she left before I woke up.' He seems pretty upset by the situation. Well, I can only be glad that I left.

'Well, that's too bad. Okay, leave that for now. What about something helpful? Do you remember something that would help you recognize her somehow?'

'I have her necklace too. I found it under me this morning. I asked Rose if she saw it on Tasha and she said she didn't. You know she always pretended to drop things in my pockets. So if it's not Tasha's, it must be hers. '

'And what? You are going to walk around asking whose that necklace is? Put it on every girl's neck until it fits, like prince charming with Cinderella? Every girl would lie to you that the necklace is hers and would come with a complicated story to make you believe it. This won't work.'

'Yeah, it won't work. But there is something else.'

What? How many things did I leave there?

'What?'

'This is like the only thing that stuck to my mind. On her left ribs, she has a birthmark. It is whitish and it didn't seem to fit, you know? It was spoiling her perfection. And it resembles a...how is it called..it is a..an..'

Almond.

'Almond!'

Okay, how does he even remember that? He isn't able to remember my f*****g face but he suddenly remembers my birthmark? It's my luck that I don't have to get naked in front of this man ever again.

'And now what? You are going to undress every woman you lay your eyes on and look for her birthmark?'

'I could try.' He says amused.

Fucking men. They are all just a bunch of pigs. They think that women are ready to fall to their feet at any second. I am so done. I can't listen to them anymore. I might just get in there and slap the s**t out of him. I switch lines and do what I am supposed to do. I need to get out of here as soon as possible.

The rest of the conversation:

'Yeah, sure, Belikov. Keep me up to date with that, will you?' Ivan says sarcastically.

'I am kidding. I was just trying to find something funny in this annoying situation. But I don't know; there is something about this woman. I can't get her out of my head. And it is so annoying the fact that I don't remember her face. I mean, I kind of do, I guess. It's so frustrating that I don't know for sure.'

'Okay, so, how did this happen, Mister Abstinence?'

'Ha, ha. Very funny.'

'Well, I don't know how you see things, but for me, they are indeed funny.'

'Yeah, right. For me it's not at all. You know? The only rational explanation I find for sleeping with that woman is that she resembles Rose. I know it's stupid, but hear me out until the end. I saw this woman into the club yesterday that looked just like her. And I have some feeling that it was her I slept with because I remember talking with her before leaving the club and all the way to my car. I even remember a bit of our conversation, but that doesn't help me right now. That is the only thing I can think of that makes some sense from last night. But I am not sure and this is annoying the hell out of me. And I have no idea how to find her either. I mean, you know I wouldn't have done such a thing with someone else, because yeah, you know that all I can think about is Rose.'

'But still, you ended up with that woman.'

'Look, I am not saying that it wasn't a stupid thing for me to do so in the first place, but I just can't take it anymore. And you know how close I was to do that s**t with Tasha that night, sober, just because of the same reason. And now, being drunk and with that woman looking just like her, I swear that they could pass as twins, and I think that I just couldn't keep myself together for long. I swear that this woman is going to kill me one day.'

'Are you sure it wasn't Rose?'

'Yes. It wasn't her. That would only make much less sense. Plus, I asked her if, by any chance, she met me last night and she said that she spent her night at home with her friend. What can I do? Ask her if she had s*x with me?'

'Yeah, you could do that.'

'Come on, you know very well how things are working with her. She is always acting just like I would do some horrible things to her. It's so obvious that she is not interested. Just this morning I slipped and I was close to putting her hair behind her ear and God, you should have seen the face she pulled. So, things don't match here. Why would she act like this if we would have been together last night? Plus, she was at home the whole night. How did I stumble over her then?'

'Okay then, if it wasn't her, it must be that mysterious woman resembling her you are talking about. Good luck at finding her. That's the only thing you can do to help you. Otherwise, there is nothing else to do than let it go. But speaking of Rose, how are things going? Still that bad?'

'I don't know. On some days it is going quite okay. But I still don't get her. She is such a mystery to me.'

Ivan laughs. 'Yeah. Maybe this is why she attracts you so much. You can't figure her out and this annoys the s**t out of you. You always had a thing for this kind of women. Oh, but tell me, did she do anything new to mess with you?'

'No, nothing happened since that night with Tasha into my office. I guess she ran out of ideas. But she somehow found out about my birthday and she brought me a cupcake. That little thing made my day. And today she came in wearing her hair down for the first time. You should have seen how good it fitted her.'

Ivan sighs loudly. 'Dimitri, there is one thing I don't get. Please, explain it to me.'

'What?'

'Why don't you just do something about this? I mean, I can tell that you care for her. You never talked like this about a woman before. Every time we talk, you just bring her up, out of nowhere. You never did that with Tasha. Or with any other woman. Except, you know…'

'Yeah, let's not bring that up now. But I don't know. It's just that I am not sure. She doesn't seem interested. Like, at all.'

'Look, if this is not you falling for this woman, don't call me Ivan, okay?'

'Am I?' Dimitri asks and a little smile appears on his lips at this thought.

'I know you well enough to confirm that you are.'

'I don't know man. But she seems so uptight around me. I can't figure out what she is thinking. What if I do something and she gets me wrong? I wouldn't want for her to leave. It's nice here with her around.'

'It may be, but you can't keep on living like this. You are practically torturing yourself this way. Let her know. What will happen will happen.'

'No. I think I will wait some more. Maybe things are going to head in another direction if I wait. If I get to know her better. Maybe she will give me some hint. Maybe I would finally get to understand her.'

'This is so unlike you buddy, but fine. Do as you wish. Keep on waiting for that divine sign Dimitri.'

The conversation ends

But as I am cancelling his plans for the day, this idea strikes me: he doesn't know it was me. This means that I can keep my job. I like it here and the money is good. I'll just have to make sure he won't find out. Which won't be that hard. He already thinks that it wasn't me and I have already given him enough evidence not to suspect me.

I barely get to close the door of our apartment that Lissa is bursting out of our bedroom and starts to interrogate me.

'Where have you been all night long? Why didn't you call? Why didn't you answer your phone? Why did you come so early from work today? Why do you look so uncheerful? Did something happen? You got fired or something? Is that b***h Tasha messing with you again? Or is it Belikov? Is he making your life hard again?'

'Liss, calm down.' I say as I place my hands on her shoulders and take her to sit on the couch. 'Look, a lot of things happened last night, and I f****d up, and now I don't know what to do. It's just that I really like this job and I don't think I want to quit. And the money is good too, you know? But what if she finds out? Hell, what if he realizes it was me? He's not stupid. What do I do then? How can I hide the fact that I care for him? No, forget that, I can't have feelings for that pig. I won't!'

'Rose, sweetie, you are scaring me a little. I don't understand what you are talking about. Can you please explain me everything from the beginning?'

And I tell her everything. Starting with the moment Dimitri exited that elevator last night, and finishing with me leaving the office this morning. And she just simply listens to me, not questioning my reasons, not judging me. And this is one of the reasons I love her so much. She never judged me; she always tried to understand me and she always helped me to understand myself better.

'So what should I do now, Liss?'

'You said you wanted to keep your job. Are you ready to keep this secret from him, along with your, um, feelings?' no, there are no feelings. There shouldn't be. I won't let them be. 'If so, I am here to support you no matter what, Rose. I don't want you to suffer. So any choice you make, I will be there for you.'

We discuss things some more time, and she brings sense into my mind. The only thing I can't understand is how I could begin to fall for this man. I mean he is so, so, ugh! I need to somehow get him fast out of my mind. From now on, it's only business between us, period. No matter what I feel, he is trouble with capital t. and I don't need to be another conquest of his. Or at least I don't want him to know that I already am one.