(Y/n)'s PoV

After dinner, the night still felt young, and I wasn't ready to end our time together. Dimitri really made sure that everything was perfect. I felt safe and secure. Everything I wanted was fulfilled. His gaze never lingered on anyone but me. His touch was so delicate. The way he treated me made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. 

He honestly feels like the perfect boyfriend... However, why do I have a nagging feeling that everything has a price? One I'm not too willing to pay. 

My eyes lingered on the arcade section of the mall. There were fewer people there now given the time which makes it perfect to play. Of course, my desires are always so transparent with Dimitri. 

"Shall we check out the arcade?" he suggested, his lips curving into a smile that sent a warm shiver down my spine.

"Yes! Let's go!" I couldn't hide my excitement.

Hand in hand, we made our way to the arcade. It was filled with flashing lights, cheerful music, and the sounds of games and laughter. The lively atmosphere was infectious. I felt like a kid again, my heart pounding with anticipation.

"I bet I can win more tickets than you," I challenged, smirking at him.

"Is that so?" Dimitri replied, raising an eyebrow. "Challenge accepted."

We started with the classic shooting game. I surprised myself with how well I did, my sharp reflexes and precise aim earning me a respectable score. Dimitri, of course, was a natural. His focused demeanor and quick reactions made him a formidable opponent.

I watched with awe as he took to the slaughter. He seems to enter a state of calmness, undisturbed by the world around him. It reminded me of the killing calm as described by the assassin Celaena Sardothien from Sarah J. Maas' book. 

Dimitri was in total focus. I could tell that he was taking this seriously. All his senses seemed to synchronize as he identified targets and eliminated them with lethal efficiency. 

Inevitably, he won by a landslide. 

"You're not bad," I admitted, trying to hide my admiration.

"You're not too shabby yourself," he responded with a smug grin. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He went in to kiss me but I placed a hand to block his lips. 

This obviously irritated him. He let out a low growl which sounded quite lovely to my ears. He glared at me but it held no malice, just annoyance like a cute little cat. His eyes seem to ask me why I refuse him. 

I chuckled and leaned in closer for only his ears to hear. "Let's save our kisses for when we're alone." My palm went to cup his cheek and he leaned into my touch. "Public displays of affection are cute and all but I prefer my intimacies to be more private." 

My hand glided smoothly down his neck, fingers wrapping softly against his throat. My nails dug faintly against his skin and his Adam's apple moved slightly as he swallowed. "Oui, mon amour?" The words were poisonously sweet from my tongue. 

My smile was gentle but my eyes held a warning. 'Private kisses or no kisses.' 

Dimitri is not dense so he easily understood my intentions. Honestly, he reads me like an open book. 

He didn't agree but obliged me anyway. As a small act of defiance, he hugged me and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I giggled at the ticklish sensation. 

"Once we get to bed, I will fuck you so hard you won't you won't be able to walk for a week." Not gonna lie that actually made me feel excited. But still, I'm not one to back down from a fight. 

"Do that and I'll tie you up and peg you. Just because I can't get you pregnant, doesn't mean I'll ever stop trying, Dimitri." My words made him pause and I suppose they made him paint a picture in his mind because his blush exploded on his face. 

Checkmate. 

"Fuck. Why do I always have to lose to you?" he muttered, making me laugh. 

We collected our tickets and moved on to the next game. 

As the night went on, we continued to compete in various games, teasing and flirting with each other all the way. We played racing games, where my aggressive driving style contrasted with Dimitri's smooth and calculated maneuvers. We tried our luck at skeeball, air hockey, and even the ring toss. 

He was so good at everything it was annoying. He only messes up when I try to distract him by making my dress hitch higher above my thighs or gazing forlornly at other men. 

Finally, we reached the claw machine. My eyes lit up at the sight of the plush toys inside. Eagerly, I fed my tokens into the machine and tried to grab a prize, but despite my best efforts, the claw kept slipping, leaving me empty-handed.

"Darn it," I muttered, pouting.

Sensing my frustration, Dimitri stepped behind me and gently guided my hand. "Let me help you," came his smug and sultry voice. I can hear his amusement at seeing my lack of composure. 

I felt his strong and powerful arms wrapping around me. The warmth coming from his body was soothing against the cold of the arcade nipping at my flesh. Our figures seem to mold perfectly together. My breath was caught in my throat. The expensive fabric of his tailored suit felt magnificent against my bare skin. 

We are so close. So much closer than earlier. I could vividly smell his cologne. It was cool and elegant, reminding me of cold winter nights when the snow was falling slowly outside. It was a perfect fit for him. 

With his arms around me, he directed my movements, his calm presence soothing my irritation. Together, we maneuvered the claw with precision and one by one, we managed to snag several plush toys.

"You're amazing," I said, my earlier annoyance forgotten.

"Only because I had the best partner," Dimitri replied, his voice soft and affectionate.

We decided to give the prizes to the children in the arcade, watching as their faces lit up with joy. The happiness we brought to the kids added a special touch to our evening.

Finally, with our ticket stash accumulated, we headed to the prize counter. Dimitri had fat stacks of tickets while mine was a bit more modest. I could only afford a cute tiny seal plushie, which I held up proudly.

"This little one is perfect," I said, beaming.

Dimitri, with his larger haul of tickets, selected a big ice bear that, oddly enough, resembled his stoic countenance. I burst into laughter when I saw it.

"It looks just like you," I said, still giggling.

"Does it now?" Dimitri asked, amused.

I held up my seal plushie. "Yours is the predator of mine."

"Now that I get a good look at it, yours also kinda looks like you." Dimitri teased making me fake an incredulous countenance. "No, it doesn't."

"Wanna swap to commemorate our day?" He offered and I nodded eagerly. I want that gigantic fluffy ice bear! 

"I'd love that."

We exchanged prizes, our hands brushing briefly, sending a familiar spark of electricity up my arm. "I'm going to call him Dimitri Jr. because he reminds me of you." 

"Then this one shall be (Y/n) the Second after you." Dimitri playfully copied. With our new plush companions, we made our way out of the arcade, the night air cool and refreshing after the warmth and excitement inside. 

I checked my phone to message my grandma that I was about to go home but I saw her send me texts earlier. I groaned in frustration. 

"What is it?" Dimitri asked, worry lacing his voice. 

"Grandma said that she and the other abuelas are hosting a grandma party in our house and I'm not invited because I'm not a cool grandma. She told me to stay with my friends for the night and to tell you not to get me pregnant. Wait till graduation." I lowered my phone and groaned some more, feeling exasperated. "To be betrayed by my own kin. Wow." 

"Does she always do that?"

"Occasionally, yes. I also wouldn't want to go back home cuz last time I had to clean up their mess and serve them hangover tonics. It was a nasty witch concoction. Grandmas party like they're dying tomorrow." Dimitri snorted at my little comment. 

"Where the hell am I supposed to go now? My bitches went to pick up Eidanne from the airport and I guess they're getting drunk in the club now. Jessica posted an IG story about it."

"Shall I take you back to my penthouse?" Dimitri offered. 

"I'd rather sleep on the streets than be pregnant. No, send me to a hotel." 

"I won't do anything wrong to you."

"Said every man ever."

A sudden idea sparked in my head. "Maybe if we sleep and I tie you up in a shibari it will be okay." I wondered playful. 

"My beloved, I think I should be the one protecting myself from you."

After a few compromises and persuasion, it was decided that I would stay in his penthouse for the night. 

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We arrived at our destination. Dimitri’s apartment is a massive luxury building in the bustling hub of the city. We entered and I found myself standing in the opulent lobby of the building. The air was filled with a sense of luxury, from the grand chandelier hanging overhead to the polished marble floors reflecting our every step. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with curiosity.

There were a lot of people and I could feel their eyes boring into me or perhaps it was Dimitri. He is handsome and well-dressed, always the eye-catcher at any event he goes to. My hand tightened around his arm due to my growing anxiety. So many people are watching us like vultures. 

Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by my partner. It was subtle but I saw him glaring at the people looking at us and they immediately averted their gazes. It was impressive. I smiled at him in thanks which he returned. 

"My staff said that they placed our stuff in my storage. I'll have it delivered to you first thing tomorrow." Dimitri informed me as we boarded a private elevator, one reserved only for his use. 

We reached his abode and describing it as grand would be saying the least. The penthouse features floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the breathtaking cityscape. The interior is designed with high-end finishes and luxurious furnishings, creating a sophisticated and elegant atmosphere. 

His color scheme consisted of neutral colors between black and white but mostly his signature shade of grey. He also liked metals, especially platinum like his hair, which I could respect. 

I gaped in awe of the indoor pool that looked so blue and inviting, making me want to dip my feet in while drinking wine! 

"I know you're rich but this must have cost a ton of money. Especially since you are paying for it by yourself."

Dimitri went to his kitchen to pick up some snacks. He allowed me to explore and touch his things without getting annoyed. What a cutie. "Oh, I don't pay for it. I own the entire building. This is a gift from my grandfather when I turned 21." 

"What?!" I exclaimed in surprise. 

Exactly what I wanted given the vibes of the place. 

"I told him in passing that I hated living with my parents and the next thing I knew this entire building was placed in my name. I have someone else managing it though."

I immediately crashed on his expensive yet comfortable sofa while he popped a bottle of champagne. I removed my shoes and pushed my feet against the soft rug, sighing with relief. My feet were blistered and exhausted after walking on torturous heels all day. I know it wasn't practical but I chose beauty so I must bear the consequences. 

"Damn, do you like accept applications for a sugar baby? I'll prepare my CV right now." I joked, making him chuckle. 

"I thought you didn't want to be called a sugar baby? But if you really want to then please submit your most recent 2x2 picture, police clearance, photocopy of 2 valid IDs, certified true copy of your grades, birth certificate, parents' monthly income, your dog's birth certificate, and vaccination confirmation, along with a letter of intent addressed to my mother. Please submit the said requirements tomorrow between 8:30 am to 5:00 pm."

"Oh my God! You memorized it. You're crazy." I laughed, slapping his arm as he sat beside me. 

Dimitri handed me a flute of champagne and I immediately downed it in one go. I handed it back to him for a refill. The look of surprise was amusing on his face as if he couldn't believe I just did that. He shook his head at my antics, a fond smile curling up his lips. He gave me his glass and refilled the one I just emptied. This time I took more time to savor my champagne. 

Once his glass was filled, we clicked them together with a silent toast for the day of fun we just had. I took small bites from his charcuterie board which he pulled out ready-made from somewhere. 

Huh, it seems like his staff had been busy before we arrived. Everything felt specifically arranged to bring us to a certain mood. The mellow yet arousing music humming in the background, the fragrance wafting through the atmosphere, and the food which stimulates erotic desires. He had planned everything, meticulously crafting a perfect day to ensnare me in his grasp. 

He deserves praise because it is working. 

"Now then. What was that thing you said about keeping your intimacies private?" Dimitri leaned in, a seductive look on his face. He had loosened up his tie and popped out a few buttons from his shirt making him absolutely breathtaking. 

With my finger, I beckoned him closer and he complied. He was on top of me, his leg sliding up between my thighs. He immediately captured my lips, kissing me with all the passion he had been withholding since earlier. 

Dimitri is such a good kisser. I kind of feel mad about how he got this good. Still, it benefits me so I'm not complaining too much. I placed my hand against his chest, my fingers softly gliding against his pecks. I could hear a pleasant rumble coming from his throat. 

He loves it when I touch him. His skin was velvet smooth and warm against my touch. I pushed my hand deeper into his shirt to explore more of his body. 

I've already seen what he has underneath all of these exquisite suits but to feel them for myself is another matter entirely. 

The farther I explore the more wildly Dimitri kisses me.

I turned away from him, breaking our kiss. His eyes held questions but I trailed my fingers against my neck instructing him on what to do next. He obliged and began to happily kiss my sensitive skin. It was really ticklish but also very arousing. I could feel the warmth pooling between my legs in anticipation of what we'd do next.

I downed my champagne, my throat bobbing slightly due to the action. Dimitri playfully nipped at my flesh making me moan. Once I was finished with my drink I discarded my glass on the table and turned my full attention to him.

Dimitri immediately hugged me, burying his face upon my chest and taking deep breaths of my scent. I ran my hand over his platinum hair making him purr with delight. I laughed, he is so adorable.

"This is the only thing I ever wanted," he began, his voice soft and filled with elation.

"To be with you." His face snuggled deeper against my chest. This affectionate cat of mine. What am I to do with you?

"And now that you're here with me..." Slowly, he lifted his face from my chest and I saw a look of pure insanity and obsession and it struck me with fear. 

"I'll never let you go, Matriarch of the Garden of Flowers.”

Author's Note:

Dimitri, why are you cock locking yourself?

Oh, and I also mentioned a new character in passing wonder what she'd do in the future...