"Well I like her!" little Adrian shouted at his father. Mr Belikov looked at his son as though he was mad.

"You cant be serious?" Mr Belikov turned to his mother, Olena.

"Mama, she is only 21, a child her self, how can expect her to look after a four year old?" he questioned. If I was being honest, I wanted to tell Dimitri to shove his job up his arse the arrogant twat, but no, I needed a place to live and I needed money, both of which I found in the palm of Mr Belikov's hand.

Olena had hired me to be the nanny to the most adorable four year old boy, Adrian. I was going to be his live in nanny and cook/clean for him and his father.

Adrian didn't look a thing like his father, except for the fact that he was freakishly tall for a four year old boy. No, Adrian had golden, copper, messy hair and beautiful green eyes, where as his father had brown hair and brown eyes, not to mention he was Russian.

Adrian must of took after his mother, speaking of which…

"Will Adrian's mother be around much?" I inquired, Olena shook her head whilst Dimitri just ignored me.

"Oh no dear, Dimitri and her are no longer together and she is…absent from Adrian's life" Olena said, struggling to find the right words in front of Adrian, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned anything in front of little Adrian.

"Rosie, will you be living here, you can share my bed?" little Adrian asked, I mentally cringed at the name Rosie.

"I'm not sure little Adrian".

"Little Adrian?" he asked confused. I heard Mr Belikov chuckle and I shot him a glare.

"Sorry it just slipped out, do you not want me to call you it?" I asked him.

"No I like little Adrian, but I get to call you little Rosie" oh god kill me now, I couldn't deal with being called Rosie all the fucking time. But Adrian gave me this smile that was to hard to say no to. I nodded my head in a daze. Seriously he was going to be a ladies man when he grew up.

"Would you please accompany me to my room little Rosie where we can get to know each other better?" he asked me before flashing me his adorable crooked smile and holding out his left hand. I couldn't help it, I giggled.

"Wow, you sure are confident for such a young boy" I said with a smile on my face as I took his hand in mine.

Adrian pulled me up stairs to show me his room. The walls of his room were painted bright green and on the wall that held a shelf of books, was a painted tree with a big painted owl perching on the branch. His bed was fucking awesome, it was a like a wooden log with a rectangular hole cut in the middle of it where the mattress and bed covers laid.

"Your room is fricking awesome!" I shouted, trying my very best not to swear. Adrian smiled, glad that I was impressed with his room.

For such a young boy, the room was kept incredibly neat, everything put away safely in box's or on shelves. It didn't seem as though anyone really lived in the room, as though it was just for show, much like the living room.

"Your room is awfully neat" I said to Adrian. He nodded.

"I know, daddy makes me tidy it up with the nanny after I play a game".

"What happened to the other nanny?" I asked, before I got interrupted by a Russian asshole.

"I don't think that is much of your business Miss Hathaway. Please join me in the living room where I can talk to you in more detail about the job, Adrian stay in your room and play, I will come and get you when we have finished talking, ok buddy?" Mr. Belikov said to Adrian whilst giving him a kiss on the fore head.

"Ok daddy" Adrian replied as he ran off somewhere in his room to play.

Mr belikov gave me a sharp look before walking off down the cream coloured corridor and down the stairs that were carpeted cream and into the, how surprising, cream coloured living room.

He sure fucking likes the colour cream! It just reminded me of custard, and I only like custard with apple pie, and there was no apple pie on the wall.

"Miss Hathaway please sit down", I noticed that Olena had left and now it was just me and Dimitri. I sat down on the brown leather couch, wow its brown and not cream, that was a fucking surprise.

"I want you to know that Adrian isn't a toy that you can mess around with. He is my son and his past nanny's have not been so great. I am trusting you to take care of him and the house whilst I am at work and I want you to take your responsibilities seriously. You are to cook and clean the house. Dinner should be served by at least eight, but preferably seven o'clock and breakfast should be served at half 7 in the morning.

I go to work at 8 and return at 7, by then I would like Adrian to have already had his bath and is being settled down for dinner. During the day you are to look after Adrian and on Thursday take Adrian to day care, which is the day you will then spend cleaning the house. On Tuesdays at 2pm Adrian has a music lesson and on a Saturday Adrian has soccer practice. Sunday is your day off where you can do as you please.

As you know, you will be living here in this house, and I will be paying you three thousand pound a month for your dedication to looking after my son and the house, failing to do so will first end up in a pay reduction, and if you continue to disrespect the house and Adrian you will be fired. Do I make myself clear?" Dimitri asked me.

I nodded my head.

"Yes Mr Belikov" I muttered. Dimitri stood up.

"Let me show you to your room Rosemarie" I heard as Dimitri walked out of the living room and up the stairs.

"Actually I prefer to be called Rose." I called out to him as I trailed behind him. Dimitri either didn't hear, didn't care or just chose to ignore me. We walked up the stairs and along the custard corridors until he stopped at a door.

"This is my room, you do not enter it, ever. Not even to clean." I was going to nod my head but Dimitri turned around and continued walking on. Eventually we stopped out side of a brown wooden door.

"This is your room, I will leave you to get settled whilst I bring up your bags".

"Oh, don't worry, I can bring them up" I said politely, trying to get on his good side.

"Fine, whatever" he muttered, before going to get Adrian.

Mr belikov sure was a strange man. I entered the room and was shocked at what I saw. The walls were white with a black and white feature wall on one side. The bed was king sized and the covers were a silky black material with lots of red and white cushions on top of the bed. I had black furniture and the floor was wooden floor boards.

I also had an adjoined bathroom which was coloured white and red. Not going to lie, it was a lot more fancier that I expected. If I was being honest I kind of thought that I would get a little box room that had a mattress on the floor.

"Little rosie?" Adrian called. I turned around and noticed he was just standing in the door way of my room.

"What's up kiddo?"

"I'm hungry and its time for dinner!" Adrian whined. Erm the awkward moment when I realise I have to cook food but I cant cook to save my life. Great.

"Let's go, first one to the kitchen is amazing!" I screamed as I started running down the stairs and through the ground level of the house, making my way to the kitchen. I turned around to look where Adrian was and came running smack bang into a wall.

Falling back on my bum with a loud thud; groaning in pain.

"Mss Hathaway, I would advise you to look where you are going" Dimitri said, leaning over me with a smile on his face. Was that asshole laughing at me?

I realised then that he was the wall I had run into.

"Sorry about running into you" I said whilst blushing.

Was I rose Hathaway really blushing?

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a/n:

So yes I started a new story because I have read a lot of twilight stories like this but never a VA one so I thought I would try it out, eventually the story will get going into something more interesting.

I thought it was different how I had Adrian be the son of Dimitri aha!

So yeah R&R :D