Well, my lovely readers, I was listening to a song when I suddenly got inspired to write this one-shot. I really like it. It has some potential to becoming a new Adrian/Rose fic. Yes, I do remember saying that "Another Romance" was my last Adrian/Rose fic, but somehow I wanted more. And I needed to write another story. This story is not going to have lots of fluff; it's going to be more action-y. This story was inspired by the song "My Kind of Party" by Jason Aldean so it's kind of country. And it's an Alternate Universe story. Well, I hope you enjoy(:

Chapter 1: The Gorgeous Guy

"Sorry," I told the girl that was currently lying in my bed, "but you need to go. I've some place to be." That was the rules in this house—once you got it in, the girl needed out. I'd gotten what I wanted from that girl and it was time for her to leave.

"What if I don't want to leave?" she asked, challenging me with her eyes.

I shrugged. I couldn't care less if she stayed or not. Whatever her decision was—whether it was to stay or leave—a new girl would brought to the house tonight, no matter what. "I don't give a damn if you stay or not. But it would be best you leave, 'cause you isn't going to be any good tonight."

"You're a douche-bag, Adrian Ivashkov! A douche-bag!"

I kept my poker face in check to not let my shock show. This hadn't been the first girl I had slept with—wouldn't she know that Adrian Ivashkov wasn't interested in relationships? Adrian Ivashkov was all about getting it in, bringing a girl for the night and getting some. My tamper flared. I strode towards the girl, whose name I'd forgotten, and tightened my fingers around her forearm. I leaned in close so my face was right next to hers.

"I told you to leave, and that's what I expect you to do." Ignoring her weak attempts to slap my face, I walked off to my shower. My thirty-minute, cold shower wasn't enough to tame my anger. This anger was definitely going to turn into passion later on tonight when I brought home a new girl for the usual hookup. I quickly got dressed and sprayed the cologne the ladies went crazy over. My hair was kept on the usual way the chicks loved.

Slipping on my cowboy boots, tossing my black leather jacket over my shoulder, I started my black, lifted truck and drove down to the tailgate out in the backyard, in the woods. My engine roared as I pressed down on the gas pedal, the exhaust pipe blowing out a black cloud of smoke. When I arrived to where the tailgate was being hosted, I parked my truck where all my boys' trucks were parked.

Climbing off my truck, I went to go find my boys.

"My boys" consisted of the group made up by five guys that had nothing better to do than waste away their Dad's money on fixing trucks, expensive cigarettes, cheap woman, hardcore liquor and rave-like parties. The guys were my best friends ever since grade school. My boys were Brian, Paul, Richard, Dimitri, and I.

"Yo, gangsters, what's crackin'?"

"Adrian, my man!" Paul called out as I made my way towards him. As I greeted the boys, I looked around the party to check out all the lovely woman. To my distaste, the woman in the party, I already had done. There was nothing better that doing strangers.

"Check that girl out. She has one nice ass," Paul told me as he handed me an ice-cold beer. I flicked the cap of the bottle and took a swig, letting my gaze wander over to where Paul was pointing. I stopped drinking when I noticed the hottie. She was wearing an olive-green tank top that showed half her waist and she was wearing holey jeans them country girls I liked wore.

In the midst of everything, she caught my stare. She tossed her hair back, exposing more of her skin than she was originally was showing. She was a keeper for the night.

I withdrew my gaze when I noticed a black-haired dude grip her by the arm and haul her away to a dark corner. By the look he gave her, it didn't look like a good idea for her to be alone with him. "She's taken."

"It's not like that's stopped you before, bro. Take that girl for a ride. Show her what it's like to be with a real man."

I raised my beer in a toast to Paul. "Well, Paul, I'm gonna go catch me some babes."

In response, Paul raised his beer as well and turned back to the girl who was currently seeking his attention.

My gaze wandered back to where the girl had been.

There was something disturbing in the way the guy with the black hair had taken her away. It was like he wanted to harm her. Being as discreet as possible, I forced my feet to take me where the girl had disappeared. I had a bad feeling. I needed to know she was alright. I had never felt so much appreciation for a female. My usual way of thinking was that girls were only to be used for their holes and nothing more . . .

I made my way around someone's truck and found the girl and the black haired dude arguing.

I was never the nosy, curious kind, and I had never had once been in a situation like this. Never. Not until now that is . . .

He had her chin gripped in his hand. "What do you think you're doing? You're my whore! My whore only!"

"I do whatever I want! Let go of me!"

"You don't do whatever you want, but I can sure as hell do whatever I want with you."

"Christian! Get your hands off me!" She screamed as she struggled with him.

Okay, Ivashkov, this is none of your business. It's best you leave.

"Be quiet, Rose, you whore!"

I turned to leave but stopped when I heard her name was Rose. Christian and Rose. This was my sister's best friend. My sister, Marisol, had told me a lot of her best friend. She told me that Rose didn't really have family. Her mother had died when she was fifteen and her father was a mob-man that dealt with dirty business. He was never around, but Marisol had told me he would kill for his baby girl. Since Rose didn't really have anything, she relied on her nasty boyfriend—a boyfriend that had brutally beaten her and abused her several times—for support.

Not only was this girl my sister's best friend; this was the girl I had been chasing for over so many years.

This was my business now.

When that Christian boy was about to strike, I caught his hand and pushed the lovely Rose behind me, protecting her.

"I do believe the lady said to get your dirty hands of her." My tone could not have been more menacing and challenging.

He actually backed off. "This is no business of yours to have to pay any mind to!"

"It's my business when it involves a nasty man, putting his dirty hands on an innocent girl." I stepped closer to him. He was tall, but I still had a few inches on him.

Rose stepped in front of me. "Thanks, but I can take care of myself." With bravery, she balled up her first and punched Christian square in the face. "I am tired of all your shit! Yes, you're right. I did cheat on you." She gave a mean laugh. "In fact, I've been cheating on you every night with whatever guy I could get my hands on. I even had sex with your brother."

Oh, this girl was so amazing. A complete turn-on; she was coming with me home tonight.

Christian's face stared to get red, heating up from the anger that was building. He tried attacking Rose once more, but I was there to protect her. She put herself in front of me once more. "Don't mess with me, Ozera. I've been the 'good girl' that dealt with all your crap. I'm done."

"Rose—"

"I'm not done talking so be quiet. From this day forward, I am a single woman. You don't exist for me. I've been keeping quiet for so long. And if you try to mess with me once more, I will make sure Daddy knows and you know what he's willing to do just to keep his daughter safe," she said, tossing her hair and stomping her heel.

She was definitely a keeper.

And just like that, she walked away from Christian as his mouth gaped open.

After a second, she turned around and gave me the "come and get me" grin and like a fool I was gone for her again.

Before I went, I looked into those ice-blue eyes that belonged to Christian Ozera. "You have been the ice that has frostbitten Rose for so long . . . But I am the fire, the fire that will burn the skin, inflaming Rose with passion, from this night on."

I walked away, claiming my newly won prize . . .

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-M