This is a new story that I have been thinking about. Please let me know what you think. This is an ALL HUMAN story.

Enjoy!

I walked into Abe's office to finalize the partnership paperwork. After today, I could officially call the notorious Abe Mazur my business partner. Since I was a child, I knew that I wanted to work in business. For many years, I've looked up to Abe. It was my dream to be able to work for him, yet now, he was going to be my partner in business.

It was better than a dream come true. My life was nearly perfect. I say nearly perfect, because my love life is nonexistent. Most of the time, I curse myself for the night that ruined every relationship I've had since then. The night that I had a one night stand with the most perfect woman I've ever met.

Adrian and Ivan had convinced me to go to this party to celebrate the end of another semester in college. I wasn't too keen on celebrating, seeing as earlier that day, I caught my girlfriend of 3 years, Tasha, cheating on me. I had planned on proposing on our anniversary next week, but that's out of the question now.

Nevertheless, I didn't mind the alcohol at the party. I needed to numb the pain from my break up, and alcohol seemed like the best way to do it. I drank, even though the alcohol barely affected me. I was used to Russian Vodka, not this cheap American liquor that barely gave me a buzz. After a while, I started to mingle.

One girl caught my interest.

She had long, dark brown, almost black, slightly curly hair that cascaded to the middle of her back and looked to be as soft as silk. She was wearing a red dress that went to her mid thighs. The front had a sweetheart neckline and the fabric dipped down past her hair in the back. It hugged her every curve like a dream. Her skin was smooth and tan; it was a natural tan, unlike a lot of girls I've known who preferred tanning inside. She looked like an exotic desert princess. When she looked at me, her light brown eyes sunk me into a trance. I wanted -no, needed- to get to know this girl.

Eventually, I worked up the courage to talk to her. She was slightly intoxicated, but not so much that she couldn't handle herself. I wanted to talk to her to see if she would be interested in getting to know me, the right way, not just in the bedroom. Well, she wanted me in the bedroom, and nothing more.

However much I wanted to get to know her as a person, I couldn't deny her request to get to know her body. We ended up back at my place.

Her body fit perfectly against mine in every position we tried, and believe me when I say we tried every position I could think of. She was a goddess, especially in the bedroom.

When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. It was easily the best night of my life, followed by the worst morning of my life. I wish she had stayed.

I moped around for a few days after that, my mind never leaving her or the night we spent together. What did she do to me? Why can't I stop thinking about her? Right then, I decided that I was going to search for her, but where to start? The only thing I really knew about her was her first name: Rose.

It's not like I haven't tried dating over the last 6 years, because I have. It's just that no one makes me happy. No one compares to the desert princess goddess that captures every spare thought, whether it be conscious or unconscious.

Sometimes I convince myself that I made her up, but then I look at the one picture I have of her from that night. She had wanted me to take a picture of us together before we left the party, so we took one on both my phone and hers. I tormented myself with the thought that she forgot about me, that she deleted that picture of us the next morning.

How did I end up like this? How did I end up in love with the girl that I had a one night stand with 6 years ago?

The meeting with Abe lasted only about an hour, because he said he has plans to meet his family for lunch. Lucky him. About 10 minutes before the meeting ended, a little girl busted through the double doors and ran up to Abe.

"Grandpa!"

I froze. That voice. It sounded exactly like hers, except more childlike. Could it be possible? Could this little girl be related to my Roza? That's when I decided to get a better look at the child. She had long, unruly hair that was dark brown, almost black even. She turned around and looked at me.

I think my heart stopped momentarily. She looked exactly like her, all the way down to those beautiful light brown eyes. Her little voice broke me out of the trance I had fallen into.

"Grandpa, who is that?"

"Julia, sweetheart, this is grandpa's new business partner. Go say hi to Mr. Belikov."

"Hello Mr. Belikov. My name is Julia Ceren Mazur."

Before I had a chance to reply, a new voice spoke up. A voice that made my heart beat increase tenfold.

"Julia, do you have to tell everyone your full name every time you introduce yourself? Not everyone wants-"

She stopped mid sentence when I turned around to face her. She was as beautiful as the day I had met her six years ago, except my memories hadn't done her quite the justice she deserved. After six long years, I had finally found her. I realized the room was silent so I spoke.

"Hello, Rose."

"You've met my daughter?" Abe questioned.

Rose held my gaze, but I answered him as casually as I could.

"Several years ago, we met just once. However, I didn't know she was the daughter of the man that I had looked up to, and eventually became partners with."

"Dimitri?" It was a whisper on her lips, but it sent shivers down my spine.

"Yes?"

She broke our gaze, and directed her attention to her father, my business partner.

"Daddy, do you mind if I miss lunch today? You can still take Julia, but I'd like to talk to Dim- Mr. Belikov. I haven't seen him in years, and it'd be nice to catch up." She gave him a pointed look as she spoke to him.

"That's fine, Kiz. Will you be home for dinner?"

"Yes, I should be. I'll call you in a bit."

My mind was whirling in circles. Abe, my business partner, was the father of the girl that I had fallen desperately in love with after a one night stand. Holy shit. I slept with my business partner's daughter. That's not gonna go over very well if he ever finds out. She has a daughter, a beautiful little girl that looks just like her. A daughter that I would have loved to give her, but I guess I'm too late.

I must have zoned out because once I focused my attention back at Rose, we were the only two people in the room. I spoke.

"So you remember me? After 6 years?"

"Well, you kind of left an impression." She said, blushing.

That stunned me. "I..uhm..so did you."

Her eyes widened in shock. I spoke again trying to hide the nervousness I was definitely feeling.

"So..uhm.. do you wanna go to lunch or something? This isn't really a conversation I want to have in your father's office."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go. I know a good restaurant down the road where we can talk."

We walked together out of Abe's office, heading towards the restaurant while a comfortable silence fell around us. She broke the silence.

"Do you ever think about that night?"

Every day. "Sometimes. You?"

She was blushing again, and she took her time to answer.

"Sometimes."

Again there was silence, except this time, it was not so comfortable. It was awkward. I tried for conversation again.

"So, Julia is your daughter?"

"Uhm yeah. She's 5 now."

"She's adorable."

Silence fell again as we made it to the restaurant. We sat at the table and ordered our food. Despite it being lunch time, the nice little restaurant was practically empty aside from the staff. Rose started up the conversation this time.

"So, is there anyone that I might have to worry about getting jealous that we are having lunch together? I don't want to step on any toes..." She trailed off.

"You mean like a girlfriend? No. I haven't dated anyone in a while. What about you? Are you with Julia's father?" I tried to keep my voice casual. I know that's probably too personal to ask right now, but I needed to know.

"No. He- he doesn't even know about her. I kind of ran out on him. I didn't know I was pregnant then. When I found out I was pregnant, I had no way to contact him." She paused for a moment, then continued. "And no, I'm not dating anyone."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. It was almost comforting knowing that she ran out on someone other than me in the past, and judging by Julia's age, it was not too far off from the time she ran out on me. Maybe she just had commitment issues. Then again, maybe I was just another one night stand.

That thought made me upset. Is it possible that the one night that changed my life, the one night I spent with this woman could have meant almost nothing to her other than good sex? Did she even think I was good in bed?

What am I saying? We slept together multiple times that night. But she left before I woke up. She said she has thought about that night, though. What if she regrets it?

She pulled me out of my train of thoughts when she spoke again, almost mirroring my thoughts.

"Do you regret it?"

"What?"

"Do you regret it? That night. With me?"

"No. Absolutely not."

Shock covered her features. "Really?"

"Really. To be perfectly honest, it was one of the best nights of my life."

Shit, shit, shit! Did I really just say that? I just found her, I can't believe I'm going to scare her off already!

"Mine too," she mumbled.

I stared at her, wide eyed, unsure of what to say. Did she really say that?

"Yours too? Then..then why did you leave that morning?"

Her head dropped as if she was embarrassed. I barely heard the next thing she said because she was whispering.

"I regret leaving you that morning."

"Roza" I got closer to her and gently touched her face. Slowly, she raised her head and looked at me. There were tears sliding down her cheeks. I used my thumb to wipe them away. "Roza, I'm here now, and as long as you want me to be, I'll stay here."

"Are you sure? I mean, I'd love for you to stay, but we only spent one night together. Six years ago. And I ran the next morning."

"I looked for you." I admitted sheepishly. "I felt this connection to you that night, one that I've never felt before. I couldn't let you just walk away without at least trying to find you."

"Dimitri-"

She was cut off by her phone ringing.

"I'm sorry, Dimitri, I have to take this. It's my dad."

Great. Just great.