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d’art as a stamp of legitimacy. Now he saw this lamp as one more gilded bar in his cage.
    He stopped in front of it. He reached out slowly, seeing his great, muscled arm as if from a far place, and watched as he pushed it towards the edge of the mahogany side table. It teetered for a moment, and almost looked as though it would survive. This moment, the pause between perfection and destruction, sent a jolt through his cock. From the base of his balls to the slit at the tip, he had half a second of intense pleasure before it crashed to the floor and deflated his need.
    Dimitri sighed, ran his hand over his freshly shaved head and continued out of the room. The glass would keep for the week the concierge was gone. He didn’t want to contact the maid to clean it up and risk her seeing him...or him seeing her. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself while in this state.
    He would just have to remember it was there when he stumbled into his room, drunk on Iordanov vodka at three in the morning.

Chapter Four – Columbia
     
    “Let’s get another round, we’ve got to get you drunk enough that you are still a little wasted when you confront the douche in his apartment,” Stuart said as he raised his glass and signaled the waitress.
    “I don’t know if I should have that much, I don’t usually drink,” Columbia said, still nursing the first beer he bought her.
    “You are the star of the evening, you should celebrate,” he said again and turned to the waitress to order. Columbia took the opportunity to text Kate’s mom and let her know Eden would have to spend another night with them. That would mean her little sister was covered for tomorrow night too, she could be picked up from school while Columbia was executing the plan.
    “I hope you aren’t letting this get to your head,” Debbie whispered as Stuart’s back was turned. “I know he usually fawns all over you but I ’m keeping an eye on you two.”
    “What are you talking about?” Columbia asked, taken by surprise. She hit send and dropped her phone back in her purse, feeling suddenly exposed. Stuart was her little secret crush, but she knew it didn’t go both ways. Not after that one disastrous kiss. Why was Debbie accusing her now?
    “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Debbi e continued, “I don’t buy this “Little Miss Innocent” act for a minute. I’m leaving in a bit, I don’t want you to take advantage of being his little super star and make your move.”
    “Who a, Debbie, I don’t know where this is coming from, but I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about,” Columbia tried to ease Debbie’s concern. She really had no idea where this was coming from; maybe Debbie was drunk. Columbia had always done her best to keep her feelings for Stuart well hidden. She didn’t even really know how she felt about him for God’s sake.
    “What are my two favourite ladies talking about over here?” Stuart asked as he turned back to the table.
    “Oh nothing, you know, girl stuff,” Debbie said and smiled. “I was just telling Columbia how amazing it is that she’s doing this.”
    “Oh it is, so is she ! Let’s have another toast to our amazing activist,” Stuart announced and everyone at the table held up their glasses. “To Col, really a spectacular girl and now a real rebel, sticking it to the man!”
    “To Col,” the group cheered and Columbia took a sip of her beer to avoid looking at Debbie’s angry face.
    An hour later the group had dispersed somewhat. Debbie got up to leave, kissed Stuart passionately and deliberately in front of everyone, turned and told Columbia, “Good luck with this, I hope it all goes as planned.”
    “Thank you,” Columbia replied and ignored the sarcastic tone in Debbie’s voice. There was no point in arguing with her; the other woman clearly had her mind made up.
    Columbia got up from the table and headed towards the bathrooms near the back of the pub. She wobbled a little as