CHAPTER 47
AZALEA
Even grounds. That's what I said, so we ended up in this private diner in a five-star hotel. Dimitri wanted us to talk in his penthouse unit, but that was way too tempting for both of us. This space here was more appropriate. We were separated from other diners. No one could hear us even if we yelled at each other. We could say anything freely.
On our way here, Dimitri was serious. He didn't talk much, yes or no, if he needed to. His cockiness inside the office earlier was non-existent. He was like a different person then and now. I wondered what changed?
I gulped down the water served by the waiter as soon as we sat down. The waiter took our orders and left us. Dimitri ordered wine, but I was good with water.
Now that we were seated on a couch facing each other, I
