Chapter - 6

Dimitri's secretary stared at the phone in her hand for what seemed like an eternity before her boss's authoritative voice brought her out of her supposed shock.

"Stacy? Are you there?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"I said that I was going to take the day off so I need you to cancel all the meetings for today, have I made myself clear?"

"Uh...s-sure, sir." She stumbled through her response. "Can I please ask you a question, sir?" She added quickly.

"Yes, but make it quick."

"Are you...uh...are you sick, sir?"

"Stacy?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Goodbye," Dimitri said and hung up, not in the mood to deal with his black-haired, brown-eyed secretary, his thoughts drifting off to a certain blonde-haired beauty with the most unusual pair of eyes he had ever laid eyes on, as they had been ever since he had dropped her off at her run-down apartment and come back to his penthouse.

He had taken a shower, dressed up and gotten ready for going to the office, as usual, mindlessly going through the routine without actually paying attention to it, all the while thinking about her. About Trinity.

He had known her for barely half a day but she was all he could think about. She was the simplest woman he had met so far, yet, she was the most mysterious one. No matter how hard he tried but he just couldn't get her out of his mind. 

He had thought that maybe going to the office and all but drowning himself in work would help him get rid of thoughts of her. But as he drove the familiar path to his office with his bodyguard Jack following closely behind, reminding himself for the nth time that morning to stop thinking about her, he knew that he wouldn't be able to work today, no matter what.

So he had pulled over to the side of the road, called his secretary and told her that he wasn't going to come to the office today.

Not even a minute later a knock came onto the window of his car and he rolled it down to find his hulk of a bodyguard peering down at him with concern filling his grey eyes.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" Jack asked.

"No, I just don't feel like going to the office today. We're going back to my penthouse."

"What?!" Jack exclaimed, eyes wide, mouth agape and Dimitri couldn't help but wonder if the guy peering down at him through the car's window was really his bodyguard. Jack had always been so placid that it was, for a lack of better words, downright weird seeing him lose himself like this, even if it wasn't much and was very short-lived. Quickly composing himself, Jack asked, "Uh, are you not well, sir? Or is there an emergency?" 

"Everything's fine, I'm just taking the day off," Dimitri replied, half irritated and half-amused as he watched his bodyguard go almost rigid with shock, opening his mouth a few times as if to say something before quickly shutting it, nodding somewhat shakily, and walking back to the car behind him.

He knew that this was the first time in forever that he had decided not to go to the office and just rest for the day. 

But it wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

As he turned to key into ignition and turned the car around to go back to his penthouse, he concluded that yes, it was a big deal. He didn't like wasting time, just lounging around at his place when he could have been working. He was a hard-working man and never in his life had he taken a day off unless he absolutely had to and even then he'd tell Stacy to postpone his meetings and appointments to later in the day. But today he had just told her to cancel everything. He could understand why both Stacy and Jack had acted as if he had just told them to stick a pineapple up their asses but he couldn't say he was any less shocked at what he was doing.

He was taking a day off for cripes' sake!

He had never done that. Ever. 

So why now? Why today? He all but banged his head onto the steering wheel of his sleek Porsche out of frustration as he thought about it. He knew there was no point in going to the office when he wasn't going to be able to work. At all. 

But all this because of a girl? A girl he had met just a few hours ago none the less. He had met more girls than he could count but none of them had plagued his thoughts like Trinity had. Not even Samantha, and that sure was saying something.

Any other girl would have been jumping at the chance of having five million dollars all to herself, but not Trinity. No, the girl had looked at him with an indignant expression when he had offered her the money and outright refused to take it, claiming that she couldn't take that much money from a complete stranger. He would've cooed at the cute blush that had covered her cheeks when he had said that she could marry a complete stranger but not take money from him had he not been shocked to his very core. She had just refused to take five million dollars as if it was nothing! 

Seeing her run-down apartment and her beat-up truck it was more than obvious that she wasn't rich. From what he had seen, she was barely keeping it together, yet she had refused to take the money. Why someone would do that was beyond him. 

She was a mystery to him and he'd be lying if he said that he didn't want to solve it.

"Just what the hell is this girl doing to me?" He muttered to himself, huffing slightly as he parked his car in its designated spot and got out, shutting the door behind him as he did so.

Determined to know just who and what this girl was, he ordered Jack, who had just gotten out of his car and was walking towards him, to find out all he could about a certain Trinity Johnson. 

Jack took off to complete the task assigned to him, no questions asked. Dimitri had asked him to do things far more dangerous and far more difficult than this and even though Dimitri hadn't said anything, Jack could bet his right hand that this girl had something to do with the way his boss was acting ever since he had come back this morning.

Dimitri hadn't taken Jack with him when he had gone to the bar last night no matter how much of a fight Jack put up and now Jack couldn't help but curse himself for not going with him. He knew whoever this girl was, Dimitri had met her last night and she was the reason that for the first time in forever his boss was taking a day off of work. 

Not being able to decide if that was a good thing or a bad one, he got into his car and drove off towards the address his boss had given him, all but dying to know about the girl.

Dimitri watched his bodyguard go for a moment before heading into the elevator and pressing the button to his floor. The expression on Jack's face told him that his bodyguard was more than curious about Trinity but he was glad that he hadn't asked any questions because, in all honesty, he was completely clueless when it came to anything related to a certain unusual eyed girl.

Entering his penthouse, he rang up Samantha. He knew she wasn't in town at the moment. Heck, she wasn't even in the continent but right then, all he wanted was to talk to her. To hear her voice. And why? Was it because he missed her? No, he concluded, frowning. 

It was because he wanted to get his mind off of Trinity, even if it was for a little while. Deciding not to dwell too much on his real reasons for calling her, he concentrated on the constant beeping of the phone as he pressed it to his ear.

"Hello?" 

"Hey, Sam, what's up, babe?"

"Nothing much, I was just about to take a short nap. Had a pretty long day, you know?"

"Oh. Well, I'll leave you to it then. We can talk some other time. Go-."

"Dimitri?" She cut him off.

"Yeah?"

"What's bothering you?" Samantha asked. Having been with him for a year now, she could tell if something was wrong with Dimitri even if he wasn't standing in front of her. While usually, that was something he absolutely adored about the girl, today he just wanted her to make him forget about it instead of talking it out like they usually did. But he knew she wasn't going to let it drop, not when she knew something was bothering him. 

He was seriously regretting calling her in the first place.

"Dimitri? Babe, what's wrong? You know you can talk to me, right?" Samantha asked, concern lacing her every word.

"I know, Sam, I know." He sighed. Deciding to tell her everything, he began. She had a right to know everything, didn't she? 

Then why was he leaving the part out about how he couldn't stop thinking about how unusually beautiful her eyes were? Or about how utterly breathtaking she looked when she smiled that sweet smile of hers?