Dimitri Delacroix's point of view
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HOW DID SHE KNEW WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY?
Don't say shit you don't mean! She said. But I do. I mean it.
I don't know what is this… and I don't want to name it, but I'm sure of one thing. I can't be okay when she's with another guy. It doesn't change if he's gay or not, I can't deal with it. I spent the entire breakfast doing my best not to jump over the damn table and strangle him just for looking at her like that. For calling her his Princess, as if she belonged to him, and it only pissed me more that she called him by his name so openly and only called me by mine when we were alone.
Fuck. I don't like it. Especially because I know he has nothing bad on his record beside liking males and not females. The bastard is clean, responsible, gentle, overall handsome, and according to her, he fits what she's looking for, which I know that goes beyond looks.
