Library
Search
Home / Romance / My Pretty Dirty Kitten / Twenty-Four: He Remembers

Share

Twenty-Four: He Remembers

Author: B.E Belle
last update publish date: 2026-01-18 19:31:59

Gianna

Yeah, dinner is over, at least in my head. Barely fifteen minutes in, but it feels like two hours.

I snatch the spoon from Kevin’s hands, the chair screeching against the floor as I bolt for the kitchen with the rest of the dishes.

Bartending finally paid off, because dropping a dish after my ridiculous performance would have been mortifying. Hell, even now it feels a little embarrassing.

I set the dishes in the sink and let out a long breath. I need a minute away from both of them, away
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighty-Seven: Your Penalty Is Building Up

    GiannaThe cramps hit like a freight train an hour later.I’m curled up on the couch in one of Dmitry’s oversized hoodies, a heating pad pressed against my lower belly, trying not to whimper every time another wave rolls through me. The relief I felt in the bathroom earlier has officially turned into bitter regret. Why did I ever wish for this? I think, biting down on my lip as another sharp twist makes me draw my knees closer to my chest.This is karma. Straight-up cosmic payback for panicking over a pregnancy I wasn’t even sure about.Dmitry walks back into the living room carrying a tray worry etchd on his face as we moves like an assigned private nurse. There’s a mug of chamomile tea, a bar of dark chocolate, painkillers, and a fresh hot water bottle. His eyes soften the second they land on me.“You’re still hurting,” he says, not a question. He sets the tray on the coffee table and crouches in front of the couch so we’re eye-level. One big hand rests gently on my thigh, thumb str

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighty-Six: Negative

    GiannaI rush to the bathroom the second I get home, not even bothering to check whether Dmitry is home or not. I pull the pregnancy test out of my bag and quickly tear open the box.My hands tremble as I use it before setting it on the edge of the sink.Then I wait, pacing the length of the bathroom, my heart hammering against my ribs as the seconds drag by.What am I going to do if it comes back positive?I can’t keep it.A baby would ruin every plan I’ve made for myself. My future. My career. My life.And Dmitry…What if he doesn’t want it either?A sharp knock on the bathroom door startles me out of my skin before Dmitry's calm voice follows."Baby, you in there?"My eyes dart between the pregnancy test sitting on the countertop and the bathroom door.Shit.My throat dries up the second I try to answer him.Breathe, Gia.I squeeze my eyes shut and force a shaky breath out of my lungs."I'm taking a dump," I call back, praying my voice doesn't crack. "I'll be out in a second."Heat

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighty-Five: Pregnant

    Gianna"Here you go."Kevin slides a cup across the table before settling into the chair opposite mine."Thanks."I wrap both hands around the cold cup and take a long sip. The icy matcha glides down my throat, soothing the tightness that's been sitting in my chest since I walked out of the hotel.Fuck.I'd forgotten how good iced matcha tasted.Kevin watches me over the rim of his own cup, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips."I'm glad to know I still remember your favourite."I lower the cup, letting out a quiet laugh."Kev, it's been barely a month.""I know." He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Still... I wasn't sure if you'd switched allegiances to coffee or something."I wrinkle my nose, ignoring the subtle jab. "Ew.""Still very much dramatic.""What?""That face." He chuckles. "You always pull it when irritated by a suggestion.""I do not.""Keep lying to yourself, G."Silence settles between us, though it isn't nearly as uncomfortable as

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighty-Four: Candy

    Gianna "Do we have to be here?" I ask, rolling my eyes.Somehow, Dmitry had managed to drag me out of the house to meet his ex fake partner... Candace, I think.He offers me that annoyingly warm smile before pulling me into his arms. "I want you to meet everyone I care about. Is that so bad?"I frown, resting my chin against his chest.No.It wasn't bad.I just knew I wasn't going to like her.The woman had given him that ridiculous nickname, and from the way he'd spoken about her, they'd been close once. Maybe I was being irrational. Maybe I was being dramatic.Maybe.But if you had someone like Dmitry Orlov, you'd be possessive too.I let out a deep sigh before shaking my head at him."This isn't going to go well. I can feel it deep in my chest, Dima, sweetie."A chuckle rumbles in his chest."I never took you for one of those petty women, kitten." He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. "Don't overthink it. Candace is pretty cool."Candace.Right.That's her name."You never cal

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighty-Three: Forgive Me Baby 🔞

    DmitryI brush a damp strand of hair away from her face, my thumb lingering against her cheek. “But I needed you too, Gianna.”She leans into my touch, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that catch the faint light filtering through the steam-filled bathroom. The sight of her like this—vulnerable, raw, reaching for me after everything—chips away at the sharp edges of my anger.Her fingers trace slow circles over my chest, slick from the water still clinging to my skin, and I feel the apology building before she even speaks it.“I’m sorry, Dmitry,” she whispers, her voice thick with regret. “I didn’t mean to make you feel shut out. Today… everything with Alec, the doctor’s words… it all crashed down on me and I thought—”“You thought I wouldn’t understand.” I gently shake my head. “That’s where you’re wrong.”My hand cups her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. “You’re my family, Gianna. The only family I’ve ever known.” I swallow hard. “You and Alec.”Her face crumples. “I know.” She

  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighty-Two: I Needed You Too, Gianna

    DmitryYa otorvu emu golovu, yesli on budet obnimat’ Dzhannu dol’she dvadtsati sekund. [I will rip his head off if he keeps hugging Gianna for more than twenty seconds].I eye the both of them, grinding my teeth so hard my jaw begins to ache. She asked me to give her space, and somehow that translated into parading around the entire hospital with Braide, laughing with him like the last hour never happened.And yes, I followed her. From the second she walked away from me outside the doctor's office. I told myself it was because I was worried, because I couldn't bear the thought of her breaking down alone, but standing here watching another man hold her while she melts into his arms has every ugly emotion inside me clawing its way to the surface.I saw it earlier when she looked at me. I heard it in every word she threw at that doctor. She thinks I don't understand what she's feeling, that I couldn't possibly know what it's like to stand there helpless while someone you love slips furth

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status