Page 105 of Wrapped in Perfection

"At my investment firm."

I open my eyes. "Why?"

"You have accounts you need to make decisions on."

"What are you talking about? I don't have any accounts."

Something shifts in his eyes. "We need to discuss some things, kotik."

My stomach twists. "Do I need to be worried?"

"No. It's good stuff."

I release a breath. Since Dmitri got home over a week ago, we've spent all our free time wrapped up in each other between working on our projects. Even most of our work we've done side by side. But we've been at Chase and Vivian's. I thought it was strange, but Dmitri said we needed to spend time with them.

He and Chase seemed to have come to an understanding. They talked in Chase's office when he got back. Vivian and I cooked dinner and then the four of us ate. It was actually fun. We've spent some time with Chase and Vivian since, but most of our time, we're on my side of the penthouse, unable to keep our hands off each other.

I don't care where we are, as long as I'm with Dmitri, but I miss his place. I asked when we are going to go back, and he said today.

I sit up. We've avoided talking about his trip to New York. He gave me my laptop when he got home but, other than that, we didn't discuss it. It's like we're both avoiding it. "Okay, talk."

He sits against the headboard and pulls me into his arms. "The money Mitch stole from you is in an account at my firm. I had them transfer it so he had no more access. You need to decide what you want to do with the investments inside the account. You can keep it with my advisor or move it to someone else."

"How...why...how did you get Mitch to agree to that?"

He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. "I spoke with the CEO of the firm and told him what happened. I demanded they fire him and transfer the account to you."

My mouth goes dry.Mitch got fired.

I should feel bad for him. He worked long hours and spent years building his career and clientele with that firm.

He stole my money. I shouldn't feel an ounce of pity for him.

"Are you going to say anything?" Dmitri asks.

"Sorry...umm...how much did he steal from me? I know I sound foolish, but I honestly don't know."

"The account has over five hundred thousand dollars in it."

My mouth hangs open. I try to figure out in my head how that is possible. "I don't think that is possible."

"He invested it. He actually did a good job. My advisor says the investments are solid."

"Five hundred... I'm sorry, but you said half a million dollars."

Dmitri's lips twitch. "Yes."

"What do I do with it?"

"Whatever you want. It's your money."

I tilt my head. "You aren't going to tell me what to do with it?"

He shakes his head. "No. It's yours."

"But..."

He cups my cheeks. "This is your money, kotik. You don't have to make any major decisions today, but you need to sign paperwork for the accounts. Talk to my advisor. Talk to your brother. He's done well. Interview whomever you want."

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