New story. Lol.
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The snow was piling up, there were rumors of a blizzard, to which Dimitri ignored. All he wanted was some peace and quiet in his cabin. But this damn snow might ruin it all. He had a Jeep 4x4, which came in handy right now.
He was glad he hadn't listened to his mother when she'd said to take the Lamborghini.
He was angry, his thoughts drifting to his brother, and his family. He came from such a prestigious family, with money and looks.
But he wanted more than that.
He wanted peace and comfort.
He was so oblivious to the outside world, he didn't notice the green Honda behind him until he heard the impact.
"Fuck!" he cursed in every language he knew. He was angry at the person who had just crashed into him.
It seemed he wasn't getting any peace.
He hit the wheel and opened the door, to the cold winter, in Colorado. He hissed as the cold hit him straight in the face, almost freezing his face. He shook the snow off and looked at the sky.
When would it stop?
He walked towards the green car, the person hadn't gotten out of the car, yet. He dusted the snow off the window, pressing his forehead against the window. Inside he saw a woman.
Of course.
That explains everything.
Woman were such careless drivers.
Except fear started to creep in, the woman was slumped over the wheel.
He knocked on the window. The woman seem to stir, and look around her. She opened the door, and the first think he noticed was she was deathly pale, lips purple, yet she was beautiful. Long, dark hair, with dark eyes, and in her twenties.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded.
He checked her body for any injuries and nearly gasped.
The woman was pregnant.
Very pregnant.
Now he really was afraid.
He heard a musical sound, which was her chuckling.
"We're fine," she assured him.
He shook his head in disbelief.
"What are you doing alone and pregnant?" he asked, more worried about the baby.
"I was hoping to reach the city by tonight," she answered, shivering a little.
He shook his head.
"There's a blizzard on the way."
Her face fell, she was worried they would find her.
"Looks like you'll be staying with me," he said, not too happy about it.
She wasn't too happy about it either.
"My stuff is in the trunk."
He gave a slight nod, and went to open the trunk.
There was only one small suitcase.
Well she didn't travel heavily. The woman gout out of her car, with great effort, holding her stomach.
She walked towards the black Jeep, getting inside quickly, taking in the warmth.
"Rose Hathaway," she said once Dimitri started the Jeep.
She gave him her second middle name, she didn't know how well she could trust him yet.
For all she knew he could be a serial killer.
"I'm Dimitri, and no serial killer."
She managed to smile, brightening her face.
"Good."
His name sounded oddly familiar...
"Prestigious family," her tone was bitter.
He raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly intrigued by such a secretive beauty.