The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 94

''Probably in our past lives,'' He joins me.

''Very funny,'' I push him lightly on the arm which causes him to grin before driving down the road. As his eyes wander down the road, mine goes to look at what's beside me, trying to find some sort of peace from this car ride.

''How are you, Dimitri?'' I ask, realising how I've never gotten the time to ask.

He blinks a few times, ''I'm the same as always. There's nothing interesting happening in my life,''

''Oh, come on. Don't lie,'' I lean closer towards him. ''There must be something . . . someone? Anything and other than having to be in the middle of my marriage,'' I chuckle.

''Not really. Why? You're bored seeing me throwing away my youth by being single?'' He raises an eyebrow as he makes a right turn, speeding down the road.

''That's it. Tell me,'' I turn to face him.

''What? Tell you what?'' He asks, looking a bit more confused than before.

''What kind of woman do you like? Long hair? Short hair? Brunettes or blondes? Light eyes or dark eyes? What about her personality? What kind of person do you want her to be?'' My questions seem to have humoured him as he let out a soft chuckle, letting me raise an eyebrow at him; seeing him shake his head with his hand gripping onto the steering wheel while the other runs through his dark, thick hair.

''Can't I just walk past her and say like 'she's the one' kind of crap?'' He continues to laugh.

''Be serious!'' I playfully punch onto the side of his arm which causes him to laugh even louder as he controls his breathing.

''Okay . . . okay, calm down.'' He smiles, ''There's never a specified 'type' of woman that I like but if I get to fall in love with someone again, I'd prefer it if she has short hair—probably shoulder length? She has got to be a brunette, I'm going crazy over dark-haired girls, man and I've always loved women with hazel eyes because I find it exotic and somewhat warm yet light at the same time. She should be funny, brave, ambitious, everything that I'm not . . . so, we can complete each other with what we lack.'' He replies and it doesn't take me long to notice how he talked.

The way his eyes light up as he imagined his dream girl, it's somehow beautiful even though we both know how this is all an imagination and that kind of woman would be almost impossible to find. Yes, she can have short dark hair with hazel eyes but it's hard to find someone who can complete Dimitri especially after what Chloe did to him.

He's like a maze, now.

There are things that he hides away from people and only Aidan and I would know because he has been scared of commitment. Not scared of making progress in his life or scared of meeting with someone new but scared of a commitment where he can keep them together but the other person would end up ruining everything. He's terrified of another heartbreak; even though he knows how he's ready to love and be loved.

''She sounds perfect,'' I mutter under my breath with a small slowly creeping up my face.

He chuckles, ''Too perfect to exist. It's funny to think how perfect it would be to fall in love again but I'm much more determined, now. I don't just want to fall in love with someone and taking risks until I know and sure just how much I can protect her just as much as she can protect me. I want my next relationship to be a complete one,''

''Not perfecting the other but each other,'' We both say in unison which causes us to smile.

''Exactly,'' He adds.

I lean closer towards him, ''Believe it or not, Dimitri. You're going to find that perfect woman and you're both going to complete each other,''

''Yeah . . . we'll see, right? I might walk down the street and bump into her,'' He continues to speak with his eyes focusing onto the road. ''I just want my next relationship to be something admirable and memorable. Not perfect but something I'd always keep in mind—not like how Chloe and I had because what we had was perfect but perfection proves how it doesn't hold a relationship or marriage,'' He breathes out.

''I guess you're really French,'' I scoff.

Both of us end up laughing with the song playing slowly at the back, somehow unnoticeable by the two of us as we continue the conversation.

''Hey, I'm half French! You can't blame it that I'm born this way,'' He shrugs both of his shoulders with a smirk slowly creeping up his face, letting my blue eyes wander to see him proudly raising his eyebrow at me for a couple of times.

''Aww, little Dim . . . you're perfect just the way you are.'' My hands begin to wrap around his arm for a short couple of seconds before resting my head on his shoulder, causing him to pat onto my forehead which causes me to slap his hand away.