Thank you to the people that took the time to review! I'm so glad you enjoyed the first One-Shot and wanted to read more. So instead of studying like a good girl I've spent the day writing this precious piece. Now, before you start reading there isn't as much smut in part two. There is a sexy little scene at the end so I hope you enjoy that. I figured since 90% of part one was smut that I could tone it down for part two and explore the character's a little bit and add a little drama. I truly hope you guys enjoy PART TWO!

(CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED! Apologies for the mistakes surrounding religion/muslims/arabic... - I should have known the language but at the time I was on a writing rush, and didn't double check my facts, and was coming up blank with the actual name of the language. No excuses. Thank you to the 'guest' reviewer who corrected me and gave me the proper information. I also added a little to the conversation.

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PART TWO is written ROSE HATHAWAY's point of view and picks up 3 months later.

Dimitri Belikov

Rosemarie Hathaway

I hung up the phone a little disappointed. I was also in disbelief. Had that really just happened? I walked back into the kitchen trying to shake off the phone call. "You won't believe who just rang me."

"Who was it?" Lissa questioned. "Well?"

"Dimitri Belikov." At the mention of his name Lissa's head shot up. "He wanted to take me to dinner."

"I'm sure that's not all he wants." Christian chuckled placing two plates on the table. "I'm still in therapy after Ivan's party."

I blushed though it wasn't from embarrassment. The memory of that night had a lasting effect on my body, which usually left my skin on fire and my panties drenched. Dimitri had promised me I wouldn't be able to walk properly for a month without remembering what it felt like to have his cock inside me and he was right. But I hadn't expected my body to continue reacting the way it did whenever I was reminded of that damn party.

"I wasn't that loud." I defended weakly knowing damn well that there wasn't a single partygoer that didn't hear Dimitri fucking me senseless on the 2nd floor of his best friends house.

"Are you kidding?" Christian laughed taking his seat at the head of the table. "You weren't even that loud with Mason! I swear every time you screamed Dimitri's name the paler Mason got."

I should have felt guilty but after everything that happened between us I felt nothing. "Dimitri isn't Mason."

"Clearly." Lissa giggled. "So what did you tell him?"

I shrugged lazily as I cut into my eggs. "I've got too much going on."

"You turned him down?!" Lissa screamed in disbelief. "Why? Are you crazy?"

"Even I'm surprised." Christian admitted. "I thought you liked this guy?"

I did. I do. Who the fuck was I kidding, I was crazy about this guy but Dimitri Belikov wasn't the commitment type. And while I had my fair share of one-night stands, I was the commitment type.

I wanted the man. I wanted the future. I wasn't too fussed about the marriage, and kids or the white picket fence but I did want a reason to come home and I wanted that special guy that'd hold me, make love to me, than fuck me like a whore.

"I do like him. A lot. However, Dimitri isn't the commitment type. I am. Plus, it was a one-night stand. What if we go out to dinner and end up back at his place and it's not as good as the first time? It's better this way."

"That's crap, Rose." Lissa said surprising the hell out of both Christian and I. "And you know it. You're afraid of getting hurt. Again. But like you said Dimitri isn't Mason. Give the guy a chance he just might surprise you."

"I agree." Christian added. "It's been 3 months. The guy is clearly interested, Rose. No guy calls to ask a girl out to dinner if he's not interested. And Dimitri strikes me as the type not to beat around the bush. If he just wanted a fuck he'd have told you. But instead he asked you to dinner."

I never thought I'd say this but Christian made a good point. Had I made a mistake?

After breakfast I went back to my room. I sat on my bed staring at his number, I had no idea how he got my number to begin with but I glad he had. I took a deep breath as I touched the screen to call him.

It rang a few times and just as I'd given up it answered. Except it wasn't Dimitri. It was a woman. And she was short of my breath. "Tasha speaking."

"Is Dimitri there?"

"He's just getting dressed. Give me a minute." I heard the sound of springs speaking, and than she was speaking to Dimitri? "Dimika, there's somebody on the phone for you. I hope you don't mind that I answered it. I thought it was mine."

"Hello?" Dimitri answered sounding irritated.

I told myself not to make assumptions. That this 'Tasha' women might be his sister? A sister who answers his phone, walks in on him while he's getting dressed, and talks to him like a sultry temptress? Shit. I did fuck up.

"Hi." I finally managed to force myself to speak. I prayed I sounded confident and calm. "Is this a bad time? I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Roza." My heart skipped a beat. I was pathetic. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon. At all actually."

"Obviously." I hadn't meant to sound so bitter. But I was. I turned him down and less than an hour later he's burying his cock in some slut named Tasha. What kind of name is Tasha anyway?! "I was just calling to tell you I changed my mind about dinner. But it looks like you've already forgotten..."

"I haven't forgotten." Dimitri cut me off angrily. "You turned me down, Roza. What did you want me to do? Mope around like a pathetic moron? I'm not your ex, Sweetheart."

"Fuck you." I spat angrily into the phone. "Have fun with Trina. Or whatever the fuck her name is." Before he could respond I hung up on him and tossed my phone across the bed. "Fuck!"

I don't know whom I was more pissed off at. Dimitri and Tasha, or Christian and Lissa? Or myself? If I had just said yes maybe he wouldn't have turned to somebody else for comfort.

I stood up grabbing my phone and walked out of my room and into the gym at the end of the hall. I plugged my phone into the dock and blared my angry workout playlist.

The Next Afternoon;

"I don't want to go." I complained for the millionth time as we stepped onto the elevator. "Can't I just drop you two off and come home?"

"You're my Guardian." Lissa reminded me with a smile. Knowing that I wouldn't argue with that. It was my duty to protect her. She came first and my feelings came second. It was the way it had to be. "Besides it's a family dinner! You are family. My parents, Andre and Mia, and Jill will be there. And Christian's parents and his Aunt will be there. Your parents will even be there! You can't not go."

The fact that both my parents would definitely be at the Ozera's Family Dinner / Welcome Home Party for Christian's Aunty T was only more reason why I didn't want to go.

I loved my parents. I just preferred to love them from afar. The three of us never saw eye to eye on anything but they were still my parents.

When we arrived at the Ozera's family estate I recognised 3 of the 4 cars. My fathers Black Porsche, Mr Dragomir's White Bentley, and Andre's Red Lamborghini. I however did not recognise the gorgeous black Aston Martin parked next to us.

"Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" I questioned no one in particular as I ran my hand over its shiny hood. This car was the ultimate sex symbol. "I bet you drive like a dream."

"Rose." Lissa giggled tugging on my arm. "You can drool later. We're the last people to arrive! Do you want to sit through a lecture about being on time from my mother? Again?"

I reluctantly stepped away from the car, and turned to follow Lissa and Christian into the house. Though it was more like a mansion really, it was a gorgeous home but insanely huge for a family of 3. I didn't understand why the held onto it after Christian moved out. Memories I suppose.

"What on earth are you wearing?" I smirked at the greeting Mrs. Dragomir directed straight to me. She hadn't even said hello to her daughters. "Rose, Darling, why do you do this to me? You're a beautiful woman! You do not need to dress like- that."

"What's wrong with it?" I questioned hiding my amusement. I was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, and red singlet that showed a little too much cleavage, my favourite black leather jacket and I wore a pair of black 6inch ankle boots. I looked great. "I look hot!"

"This is supposed to be a nice family dinner?" She shook her head staring at me. "Why didn't you wear the dress I sent you last week?"

"It didn't fit." I smirked it wasn't a lie. If she thought I showed too much cleavage wearing this she'd have died had I worn the dress.

"What do you mean it didn't fit?"

Lissa cleared her throat looking embarrassed. "It was too tight around her- chest."

"It's in the car if you want it." I stepped around her ending the conversation. I smiled when I saw my parents shaking their heads in amusement. "Old Man! It's been a long time."

"Little Girl." He grinned pulling me into a hug. "You look beautiful."

I rolled my eyes at him but hugged mum next. "Janine. You look good."

"So do you." She smiled shaking her head. "You couldn't have worn a less revealing blouse? You had to know Rhea would say something."

"Of course I did!" Abe chuckled covering it with a cough as Janine glared at him.

"Rose!" Jill squealed walking into the living room with Christian's parents. Two people followed behind them but I didn't get a proper chance to look at them before Jill attacked me.

I laughed catching hold of waist. Rhea scolded her daughter but neither of payed any attention. "Jailbait! I've missed you, Kiddo. How's school? Kicking ass? Breaking hearts?"

"Rose." Janine and Rhea both scolded me.

I rolled my eyes as Jill giggled. "Hardly. Boys don't notice me; I barely exist in that world. I kick plenty off ass though. I joined the soccer team!"

"That's awesome! I'm so proud of you! Don't worry about boys they're vile anyway. You'll have the rest of your life to break hearts."

"There is one boy..." She trailed off biting her lip before she fully exploded with excitement. "...His name is Eddie! And he's the cutest boy I've ever met! He's so sweet and funny! I like him."

"Aw! Lissa! Jailbait is growing up!" I wiped a fake tear from my cheek. "Remember when she used to follow us around like a puppy, and had the biggest crush on Christian!"

"Rose!" Jill and Christian both cringed at the embarrassing reminder. "I was 10! And you promised to never bring that up again or I'd tell your father what you and Jessie did in his office!"

"Excuse me?" I froze at the sound of my father's voice. "What's she talking about Little Girl?"

"Nothing." I lied turning to my father. "She's confused- what the fuck are you doing here?" It was only now that I realised Dimitri Belikov was standing in the living room.

Dimitri stared at me smiling. "I was invited."

"By who?" There was no way Lissa or Christian would do this to me.

"By me." The gorgeous woman standing next to him answered. Her arm wrapped around his. "I'm Tasha Ozera."

No Fucking Way. "Of course!" I was so angry but I was determined not to let Dimitri see how much this bothered me. "Nice to meet you."

"How do you two know each other?" My father questioned looking between us: my father was like a shark and he smelt blood. Fuck.

"We met at a party." I answered taking the drink Christian offered me. "I'm more interested in how the two of you met?"

"We met in Russia while I was vacationing." Tasha smiled kindly though I wasn't fooled. She didn't like me, and she knew more than I was willingly to share. "Dimika and I have been close friends since."

"That's nice." I said through gritted teeth. "Where's Mia?" I questioned Andre. "I haven't seen her."

"Mia and I broke up." Andre answered. "She was getting clingy."

"That's a shame." I took a seat on the couch next to him. "I liked her."

Andre smiled placing his hand on my thigh. "I'm very upset: emotionally. My heart hurts. I could use some comforting?"

I snorted shaking my head. "Keep dreaming."

"I will." He grinned squeezing my thigh. "You and I could have some fun. You like fun don't you, Rosie?"

"Son." Abe's voice was calm but his face was hard. "If you don't remove your hand from my daughters leg I will remove it permanently."

I bit my lip trying to hide my smile Andre practically jumped out of the couch. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir."

I looked at my father raising an eyebrow. "Was that really necessary? It's Andre."

"You can do better." Only Abe could get away with saying that about his 'friends' son in front of them and not have anybody question him. "He's weak."

"But he's so pretty, Daddy." I smirked teasing my father. "I'm sure we could have plenty of 'fun' before I did too much damage."

"Don't push me, Little Girl." Abe grunted shaking his head as he looked to my mother. "Why couldn't we have had a son?"

Janine chuckled placing her hand on his shoulder. "The world can barely handle having one, Abe Mazur, let alone an Abe Junior. Though, if you ask me Rosemarie is practically a Mini Mazur."

"I resent that." I pointed a finger at my mother. "I'm nothing like the old man... He's arrogant, sarcastic, and likes to intimidate and threaten people with physical violence-" I paused locking eyes with my father who was smirking at me. "-Ok. Maybe there are some similarities."

"Dinner is served." The Ozera Chef announced calling everybody to the dining room. As I took my seat Dimitri sat next to me.

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting down to dinner." He answered casually. "Not exactly what I had mind but it smells delicious."

I ignored him wishing I could trade places but it'd bring too much attention, and I didn't want my father asking any more questions. "Is your father always that intense?"

"Only when he's awake."

"He sleeps?" Dimitri joked which made me smile. "God, you're beautiful, Roza. I'd almost forgotten just how much."

I closed my eyes and reminded myself why I hated him. Did I hate him? No. Yes? Than I reminded myself that he was here with Tasha and that sobered up any mixed feelings I might have had.

"Rose- it's your turn to say grace."

"Damnit." I muttered under my breath. I wasn't religious by any means- my mother was an Atheist, my father was Muslim, and I had an on going agreement with God that I'd continue to believe in his existence if he let me sleep in on Sunday's. I rattled off a quick traditional prayer in Arabic as a show of respect to my father and our family traditions. It'd been a prayer past down for generations and I always said it as an additional prayer.

"What language was that?" Tasha questioned as we all began to eat. "I've never heard it before."

"Arabic" I answered picking up my wine glass.

"And you believe in Allah'?"

"It's the same god. Allah is just the name for 'God' in Arabic. I 'believe' in respecting other people's faith, and tradition. My father is Muslim, my mother is an Atheist, and most of you are Catholic or some form of Christian."

"So you don't believe in 'God'"

"I never said that... I 'do' believe in god but I don't follow any specific religion. I respect religion, I respect people, and I respect 'God' I don't believe I need to choose any specific religion. I believe there is a God - and that is enough for me."

"I didn't mean to offend you..."

"You didn't offend me, Trina." I smirked without looking to her.

"Do you speak any other languages?" Dimitri questioned looking at me as he ate. He didn't even bother trying to be subtle.

"I speak seven languages; English, Turkish/Kurdish, Scottish Gaelic, Arabic, Russian, German and French."

"And you're 17?" Tasha questioned though knowing damn well I was the same age as Christian and Lissa. "That's impressive for a 'girl' your age."

"I'm 19." I corrected. I was trying very hard to be polite but she was making it very hard. "How old are you, Trina? 39?" Ok, being polite wasn't working.

Dimitri choked on his chicken, and the entire table fell silent. "39!" She seethed glaring at me. "I do not look 39! I am ONLY 31! And my name is Tasha."

"And I thought our age difference was an issue." I directed that at Dimitri. "I wouldn't have pegged you for a boy toy, Comrade."

"Roza." It was a warning but I ignored it. "Don't push it."

I smiled sweetly at him. "Don't be shy, Comrade. Lots of people enjoy the company of more experienced and aged lovers. I certainly do."

He chuckled darkly. "You're pushing it."

"Am I?" I asked innocently. "I'm just making conversation. Isn't this what you wanted? To have dinner and talk?"

"Have you forgotten it was you who rejected me? You have no right to react this way. Though, I do admit seeing you so jealous is turning me on."

My blood boiled as I glared at him. "I am not jealous!" I'd completely forgotten where we were, and the fact that there were witnesses. "You make me sick! You know what- you're not even that great in bed. I've had better." That was a lie.

Dimitri chuckled turning in his seat. His gorgeous brown eyes filled with amusement, lust, anger and excitement. The sick bastard was getting off on this.

"Roza, Roza, Roza... Just admit it. You want me the same way I want you. You probably lay awake at night remembering all the things I did, every touch and kiss. Than you fantasise about what I would do given the chance. Admit you want me."

It was suddenly very hot in here. I was breathing heavily, and I wanted to give into him but god damn it I was pissed at him. "I have never met a man as arrogant as you! And I am Abe Mazur's daughter! Your arrogance surpasses Zemy!"

"You're calling me arrogant! Pot kettle black, Sweetheart!" He growled glaring at me. "God! Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass! You rejected me! Me! I'm Dimitri -fucking- Belikov! I do not get caught up in women! I fuck them senseless and leave! It's what I do! But you! YOU! Had to go and ruin me! Don't you get it, Roza! You're in my head! It doesn't matter who I fuck because she isn't YOU! You crazy, beautiful, arrogant, stubborn bitch!"

I slapped him across the face hard, if it were any other man he'd probably have gone flying but he remained seated glaring at me. I stood up quickly and left the room. I had never been so angry in my entire life! Who the fuck did he think he was? My hands shook with my anger, while at the same time my knees felt weak with desire.

"Fuck." I shouted running my hands through my hair. I pulled at it in frustration trying to regain control of my body, and mind. Once I was out of the house and in the fresh air my skin felt as if it was on fire. I hated the affect that man had on me.

"Roza!" Fuck. He sounded pissed off. "Don't walk away from me!"

"Fuck off and fuck you, Dimitri!" I shouted turning around to face him only to find him right behind me. He grabbed my arms and shoved me up against the car as his mouth came down on mine with a force that left me powerless. I moaned like a whore grabbing his shirt needing him closer. "I hate you." I whimpered against his mouth. "Don't stop."

I cried out as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled. "You embarrassed me, Roza."

"You embarrass yourself." I spat trying to shove him away but he held me still. His fist in my hair and his body pinned mine to the car. "You disgust me."

Dimitri chuckled shaking his head. "Maybe… But I can see the desire in your eyes, Roza. I know you want me. You just have to say it and I'll fuck you right here, right now, on the hood of this car?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared at him. "And Tasha?"

"I don't want her, Roza." Dimitri confessed brushing his lips against my throat. I closed my eyes and moaned as his tongue and teeth tormented my flesh.

"Did you fuck her because I rejected you?"

"Yes." He confessed turning my head to look at me. "I did."

I bit my lip staring up at him. "If I'd said yes would it have made a difference?"

He paused his eyes searching mine. "I don't know. Maybe."

I looked away from him not wanting him to see me vulnerable. "I like you, Comrade. A lot. When you rang it surprised me, and when you asked me to dinner I wanted to say yes. But I was afraid that I'd disappoint you-"

"Roza." Dimitri' sounded honestly surprised. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know! It happens. It's like a second-date. The first one was great so you agree to a 2nd and it doesn't meet expectations. You talk too much, the food is too salty, and he leaves you will the bill. It happens! I didn't want to taint the memory of Ivan's party in case I disappointed you because if that happened I'd only think about that and not what happened before that."

Dimitri chuckled bringing my attention back to him. "Roza… You talk to much."

"I told-" Dimitri silenced me with a kiss except it was kind of sweet. It wasn't like our previous kiss that had been angry, and rough, but this was soft, passionate, and sweet!

"Roza." Dimitri sighed pressing his forehead. "Come home with me."

I wanted to say yes but the thought of going back to his place and being with him in the same bed he'd fucked Tasha in was too much. Too soon. No, I couldn't do that. "No." I whispered staring up into his eyes. "I can't not after you probably fucked Tasha in your bed." I placed my hand over his mouth. "Can we go to my place?"

"Ok." Dimitri smiled taking a step back. "After you."

I looked from the Aston Martin to Dimitri. "This is your car?"

"Yes." Oh my god. Dimitri opened the door and I slid into the passenger seat my hands sliding over the leather interior. "You like it?"

"I love it." I moaned as the engine came to life. The drive back to the city took less than 20 minutes, and by the time Dimitri pulled into the private parking lot under my building I was soaking wet. Dimitri got out and walked around the car opening my door.

I smiled taking his hand as I got out of the car though I made no attempt to move. I lifted my hand to the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine; I moaned opening my mouth to taste his tongue. I couldn't get enough of this man. I trailed my hands down his chest until I reached his belt unbuckling it easily stroking his cock through his briefs.

I pulled my lips from Dimitri's staring up at him through my lashes. "I want to suck your cock, Sir." I purred seductively. Dimitri' eyes stared into mine as he swallowed nodding his consent. I knelt before him taking his cock from his briefs I stroked his length three times before I leaned in and licked the pre-cum from his head. "Mhmm. You taste even better than I remember."

"Roza…" Dimitri growled fisting his hands in my hair as I took him into my mouth. I worked on his swollen head first, before I took him further into my mouth slowly working him until I was able to swallow his entire length. It was not an easily accomplished with a cock this big.

"Did she suck your cock like this, Sir?" I questioned looking up at him as I stroked his length. I could barely close my hand around his girth. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand. So warm, so thick, absolute perfection.

"No." He grunted brushing my hair back from my face. "Only you."

"How many other women have sucked your cock since the party?" I took him back into my mouth, my tongue teasing the veins along his cock as my teeth gently grazed the skin. I knew how much he loved that. Mason always complained if I got to 'eager and my teeth grazed his cock. . "Sir?"

"Roza, you're killing me." He growled thrusting into my mouth. "Fuck! 5-7? I don't know!" He grunted as I took him down my throat massing his balls in my right hand. My nose was pressed against his pelvis and I felt myself began to gag. I had never enjoyed giving head until Dimitri- I had never had a man fuck my throat like Dimitri either.

Strangely, I loved it. I loved the way he fucked my throat, pulled my hair, and made me gag until tears ran down my cheeks. I loved when he called me names like his 'dirty little cock-sucking slut. But the thing I loved most, and took the most pride in, was the way I made him lose control.

"ROZA…" Dimitri shouted his hands tightening in my hair as he cum in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, and continued to suck his cock until he was flaccid in my mouth. I licked my lips tucking his cock back into his briefs before I stood up. Dimitri stared at me through hooded eyes and raised his hand to my chin wiping the cum away with his thumb and placing it at my lips.

"Thank you, Sir." I took his hand in mine and sucked his thumb clean.

The End. Again.

Once again thanks to those that took the time to review. I hope you weren't too disappointed about the lack of smut. Who knows what'll happen with this ONE-SHOT turned TWO-SHOT maybe we can get a part three but that'll have to wait a while if it happens assessments due this weekend so not likely.

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