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I'm sad to say I probably won't update again for a while, I have a lot of assignments and tests coming up, not to mention my beta is busy aswell.

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Previously...

"But at least I got my head together and divorced him!"

I nodded again, her voice strong and confident. She was very proud of herself; for looking past his charm and small amount of good looks, and it was evident in her face. A spark suddenly ignited in her brown orbs, reminding me of why she always got in trouble. She always came up with brilliant ideas.

"I've got it!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together, grinning madly.

I hiked up the few white, concrete steps to the entrance of the school, flowers in my left hand and chocolate in my right. The door was already open, luckily, so I just took to searching all the classrooms. Eventually I came to the correct one, the one in which Tasha was teaching.

The class sat obediently as she gave them instructions for their worksheet. I took a deep, shaky breath before gently knocking on the door. I reached out and grasped the cool, metal door handle and turned it. The blue door opened, making a squeaking noise, causing the raven haired beauty to turn to the door way.

I smiled pathetically, holding up the flowers and chocolate box. Her blue eyes glared initiating the class to look up. Looks like I had an audience. Yay, I thought cynically.

"Uh, I came here to explain..." She sighed at my comment, standing up from her neatly organized desk and strutting towards me. The twelve year olds watched with glee, waiting for the very second their teacher would leave the room, most likely so they could wreak havoc.

Shoving me roughly out the door and into the people- absent hallway, she stood before me. Her skirt was elegant, a simple navy blue colour that went very well with her white blouse, the perfect image of a teacher. Her silky black hair was let loose around her shoulder, begging for hands to caress it.

"I wanted to explain my situation."

"You said that." Her posture was stiff, cautious. She glared, though it wasn't a very scary one. Her gentle and flawless complexion was lenient, not constructed to publish horrifying glares, which she was attempting at the moment.

"Look, the other night was a huge mistake," She put heavy emphasis on 'mistake', verifying her anger toward what happened. "My dad cheated on my mum, triggering a huge family mess. I don't want to cause that with you and your wife. I will not associate myself with you, so leave."

Her forefinger was pointed sharply at the exit door, indicating that she wanted me to leave, as if her words didn't. I shook my head, initiating my hair to flick, whipping me in the face like God's punishment for the many more lies I was about to inflict on this young woman.

"I'm married, yes, but it's a horrible marriage. I filed the divorce a few days ago."

Her eyes widened with horror- to my confusion. Her pale hand flew to her open mouth and she stumbled backwards, only just gripping onto the door frame in time to catch herself.

"Oh God, I destroyed a marriage! I'm such a horrible person, Oh god-"

Like hers, my eyes widened. I pugnaciously shook my head from side to side.

"No, no, no, no" I interrupted her, "Our- my wife and I's- relationship was wrecked months ago!"

Tasha looked at me with her eyebrow raised, mocking me.

"Why?"

"Uh... Um," I struggled to think of an authentic reason, "She cheated on me! Yeah, that's it!"

"Oh, okay." Seriously? She believed that?

I nodded slowly, examining her expression, to see if her reaction is plausible. Admitting, to myself, that she wasn't being sarcastic or playing a trick- that was Rose's job- I allowed myself to calm down and to not be so tense.

"I want to hear it from her though."

Crap, there it is. I knew she was an actress!

"How about she texts?"

Tasha shook her head in renunciation; she wasn't going to accept anything other than a face-to-face introduction.

I sighed, signifying my forfeit. Tasha grinned and reached for my hand, taking it gently in her own soft one.

"What's her name?" Her tone was incredibly excited and high pitched. She was very enthusiastic to meet my wife.

I tensed up once again, filing through my collection of lies, finding an appropriate one, but I seemed to freeze up under the pressure.

"Mia," I managed to stutter out, practically taking a 'mia' in my pants.

Her eyebrow rose once again, but she seemed to allow my response.

"Mia Belikov?"

"Yes, yes. Mia Belikov. That's it." This isn't going to end well.

And so we made painful- for me- arrangements for Tasha to officially meet my...wife.

Xxx

I tapped on the inexpensive apartment door to receive barks and woofs from the canines inside. The door was wrenched open by little Aisley.

The young girl was about to greet me with words instead of the smile I was already being welcomed with but a demanding voice rang from another room.

"Aisley Vasilisa fucking- don't repeat that word- Hathaway!" You could hear Rose's approaching footsteps, heading towards the door even though you could physically see her. "What have told you opening the door when I'm in another ro-"

She halted when she saw noticed my presence. A dish towel was gripped in her naturally tanned hands, an apron hanging over her neck but not tied at the back. She was bare foot, one foot was toe-nail painted a deep, ugly purple, the other natural. The nail polish looked cheap and, to put it nicely, quite unpleasant. Her hair was half-up, and messy, like she'd just come from somewhere nice, but came home to chaos; which she probably did.

She most likely just came back from her date with Mason.

"Oh, Dimitri. Please come in. You've known me long enough. Well don't just stand there!"

I was about to cross the border of the outside and into her small 'home' when Rose's two mutts came from absolutely nowhere, barking like drunken idiots. Aisley screamed when one of them ran out the door, down the stairs and into the car park. Luckily, I was able to stop the other one with my foot, before it followed its brother.

"Cookie!" Aisley yelled his name, running after the little nuisance. Rose slapped her palm to her greasy forehead.

"Michael!" She screeched and the patter of feet sounding from my left. Her son came out of the hallway, ready to answer to his mother's request.

"Go after your sister, Cookie got out again." He groaned in annoyance but ran after his sister none the less. Cream fought helplessly against the fence my foot was substituting, he yelped, calling to his brother.

"Cream!" Rose demanded, throwing the dish towel onto the floor and dived for the rat as he beared his teeth, going for the bite. Her hands wrapped around the waist of the small dog, heaving him up to her chest. "No! Bad dog," She attempted to enforce some sort of control but at that moment the two children came through the door, Michael holding Cookie.

Once the two dogs saw each other, they jumped from their captives' arms and tore off- most likely- into Michael's room. On the way there, they knocked over a stool which held dirty plates and glasses. It rocked from side and I watched in horror as it slowly leaned to the left, tumbling to the floor. Rose reached for Aisley and I reached for Michael, we both lifted them into our arms to shield them from any glass.

A violent crash broadcasted, signalling the start to the deaf defying silence. I didn't let Michael loose just yet, as he was in bare feet. They all were so I stepped out of the way of the cluttered glass which was spread over the carpeted floor. I walked around it, feeling a few tiny pieces edge their way into the base of my shoe. I finally put Michael down, when I concluded it was safe, and he ran off into his room.

I then stretched for Aisley and Rose handed her to me. Young Aisley's were wide with fright and guilt; she practically crumbled in my arms, as if I was a shield from her mother's rathe.

I placed her down gently, and watched in amusement as she tiptoed to her and her mother's room, bellowing a 'thank you' as she approached the door.

I turned back to face Rose, watching as she fell to her knees and started scooping up the glass, wincing when the glass cut her flesh. I ran to her and gripped her hands in my own but she fought against me.

"Rose, Rose!" I finally received her attention and her brown eyes turned to look into mine. She was panting heavily from frustration and infuriation.

"Do you have a broom?" I asked softly, cautious of her feelings at the moment.

Rose shook her head, "No, the dogs chewed it to bits, it was useless."

I nodded and reached for the dish towel which, luckily, was just in my reach. I started scooping it up with the rough material.

In my peripheral vision I noticed Rose doing the same except she was using her apron. I carried the glass carefully to the bin and emptied it, observing its full contents.

Rose leant against the wall, sliding down it slowly, her head placed in her bleeding hands. She wasn't crying, Rose Hathaway doesn't cry, but she was pretty close to it.

Jesse gave Rose an ultimatum when they got divorced; she could have the beautiful house and expensive car...or the kids and lose everything.

Of course, Rose chose the kids, leaving her to struggle for money and to live in this dump of a house. I'd tried multiple times to lend her money but she would just rip the cheque and scream that she didn't need my help. Her pride was too large.

Life has been hard for the past two years, since the divorce. She doesn't regret it, you can tell that, but it doesn't mean she likes this new lifestyle.

Looking at her now, collapsing to pieces, fighting to deal with the pressure and stress of being a single mother, a part of my heart broke for my best friend.

She's so amazingly kind and caring. She's so protective of her children and of Lissa, and she's so undeniably caring.

She doesn't deserve this lifestyle.

"Come on, we're going shopping."

So, after dropping the kids off at Christian and Lissa's house, she met up with me at a very large and very expensive shopping centre.

Shops were everywhere, overwhelming me completely. Price tags stood out at me because of the amount of zeros registered on them. I blinked, hoping I was going crazy.

Rose's face brightened tremendously. I felt a smile climb its way up to my lips as Rose's eyes brightened at all the colours and styles, but then she frowned. My smile disappeared.

Rose turned to me, her hands on her hips. She looked quite embarrassed at her choice of clothing. She was standing in jeans and a T-shirt a few sizes to large, while others strutted past in clothes they probably just bought. The people shopping mercilessly looked like the type of people that buy new clothing every day, just because they can.

Now, I can't say I'm not rich, but I certainly don't stick my nose up the way they do. I was lucky enough that I ran a successful business, as well as being the heir to my father's money. I hate him, but he keeps the money coming.

"Why'd you really bring me here? I know it's not because you wanted to," I flinched from the harshness of her words. Did she really think that lowly of me? Yes.

Her words were cruel, but partially true. And I'm sad to admit it.

"Of course I did."

"When are you going to stop lying to me Dimitri! I'm not one of your fuck-and-leave girls, treat me like a real person and tell me the truth!"

She was using her 'mother' voice. It was all 'I'm better than you so you better do as I say'.

I sighed and ran a hand through my brown hair, leading it down to the back of my neck, rubbing it in frustration, not at Rose, but frustration at myself.

"I need someone to play my wife," Her eyes widened as she realised I meant her, then they turned to slits; daring me to say more.

"No way, uh uh. You're not drawing me into your pathetic lies!" She turned to walk away so I used the thing I knew would turn her back around

"Please! I'll let you keep all the clothes I buy you! And you can pick them!" She didn't turn around just yet, but her head turned to the side, watching me from the corner of her eye.

"And jewellery?"

I nodded. Rose finally faced me again, her interest peaked. I thought I had her but she seemed to be waging an internal battle, so I tried something else.

"You know what, don't worry. I want to give the impression I had a hot first wife, you wouldn't be able to pull that off anyway."

I didn't need to see the decision in her eyes to know I'd pulled her to the dark side. Cue mental evil laugh.

"Oh yeah?" She turned quickly to face me, her hands resting on her hips. Her hair flowed with the wind and her brown eyes were penetrating my own. "Let's do this!"

And we were off.

Xxx

I sat in the soft, very comfortable chair, surrounded by pretty little bags, filled to the top with clothing. Rose sat in front of me, in her own comfy chair. A huge mirror was placed on the wall in front of her. I watched side on as she played with her dark brown hair, curling it with her finger.

A cover was placed over her; a table underneath the mirror, on it were resting all the necessities.

For a hairdresser.

Hairdryers were being turned off and on all over the shop- literally. A buff man came round the corner, he was well dressed and- from a woman's perspective- quite good-looking. He had jet-black hair and light brown eyes, luring in the eyes of the female species. Sort of like mine do.

"Hello Rose." He greeting the brunette, "Now what do we have here?" He examined her hair carefully, lifting it up in different places, running his fingers through it.

"No, this won't do." I laughed at his comment. I drilled my mind, searching for his name. The lady at the front desk told us his name but I can't quite remember...

"Ambrose, just get on with it." Rose demanded, annoyed that someone would so openly criticise her hair. Ambrose, that's it.

"Just help the poor girl; god knows she's in desperate need of it." I commented causing Ambrose to laugh, he clutched onto Rose as he was leaning over her. Rose turned her head slowly and gave a spine chilling glare. I shivered from its cold depth, scary. Ambrose spotted Rose's glare and shut-up immediately as well. Rose smirked; proud of her work.

Ambrose went to work, snipping and cutting, but not once touching the hair dye. Not only would Rose literally kill him, but she had a beautiful hair colour already.

About half an hour later, we strutted out of the store- well actually Rose strutted, I was stuck with all the bags.

Rose walked ahead, pushing the double doors open for herself but as I was just about to walk out, they shut on me. It took me a while but I finally managed to open the doors. After I realised that I can just put the bags down.

I eventually caught up to Rose, finding her standing in front of a huge glass display. Different colour lights were flashing and twirling, illuminating the shoes and clothing in the glass display at the front of the store. I watched in dreadfulness as the brunette's eye hound in on a very expensive pair of shoes, which were the centre of the spectacle.

Rose rushed into the store...the Louis Vuitton store. I hurriedly followed after her, relieved to find that there were seats in here. An attractive blonde approached us, smiling kindly and offering her help to us.

Rose did all the talking, saying she wanted to try on the shoes in the display out the front of the store. Laurie, the blonde, nodded and let Rose to a giant cushion/ chair thing.

The shop was huge, yet there were hardly any people in it. Racks of shoes and clothes, all designer made, lined the walls, shelves...they were everywhere. Colour drew your eyes to the most magnificent fashion items, each as expensive as the next, if not more.

Rose strutted to the mirror; well actually she more like wobbled to the mirror. Laurie had to hold Rose's arm so she could actually stand. I just sat there laughing.

"Sorry, it's been a while since I've worn heels." Rose explained to Laurie.

"Oh God, these are beautiful! How much are they?" Rose asked sweetly, admiring the shoes her feet were blessed enough to be placed in.

"Eight hundred." Laurie replied and I practically choked on my own spit.

"Eight hundred dollars? What are they made of panda or something? They're freaking shoes!" I exclaimed, perplexed at the mere concept of paying that much for shoes.

To my misunderstanding, Rose agreed with me, "You know what, you're right," She said to me, I knew something was coming. "I won't be needing them anyway, I-I think I might be coming down wi-" She fake coughed and I rolled my eyes, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

Rose raised the back of her hand to her forehead, giving me a pointed look.

I grumbled in Russian but gave my credit card to Laurie. I turned to Rose, her smirk lighting something bad in me. "You are just a smart-ass little bitch aren't you honey?"

Laurie looked completely outraged, her petite little face morphed into sheer shock. Her posture was frozen as she watched in confusion at our exchange.

"Why do you think we're getting divorced, darling?" Rose sneered back, that stupid smirk not leaving her freshly glossed lips.

I was about to reply something unintelligible back but the blonde interjected me.

"You know what," She said, winking as she spoke to Rose, "I think you need the matching bag too."

"Thank you Laurie; that would be lovely." I groaned as the young woman walked to the cash register.

"Look at that, you girls are sticking together."

Rose laughed at my expression but she stopped when I gave her a small push, causing her to tumble over because of the large heels.

Xxx

"You look beautiful," I told the beauty sitting in front of me, a small table separating us. She was wearing a very cute, blue summer dress, her silky hair let loose around her shoulders.

It was the day after I had taken Rose shopping and I now sat at the restaurant, bustling couples and families moving around in the small area.

The sun shone into the confined space, enlightening the young girl's features.

"Thanks, Dimka!"

Her voice was cheery, excited. Mine was nervous, anxious. This had to go perfectly, with no bumps in the road. If Rose even made one mistake, this entire thing could collapse.

We made light conversation, talking about what we were going to do tonight. I had planned a moonlight stroll in the park, and then a ride in a horse pulled carriage. I had to ask Rose for that idea.

I was about to continue with my little speech, when the doors to the restaurant were pulled open by a man in a suit.

And hotness re-incarnate walked in.

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