Hey, I just want to say thank you for all of your comments. I really do appreciate them. I know it's been like two weeks since I updated, but I was on holiday last week. Anyway, here you go. Here's the next chapter. Hope you all like it and don't forget to review. (:

PS; I just want to give a thanks to Kessafan who gave me the idea of the club thing and dancing to the song Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls. And I just want to say that she is an amazing writer and to read her story My Lucky Day .net/s/7513115/2/My_Lucky_Day. I love this story(:

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Dimitri's POV

After last night I couldn't get her out of my head. I always thought she was hot, no... Beautiful. But that morning when we got into a sort of sparring session, she was on top of me and her top was ripped open and we were both sweating. I started to see her more clearly.

I wanted to kiss her last night. Kiss her and keep kissing her. The way her lips felt against mine, the way she tasted was so divine.

It was never like this before. We always argued and to be honest, she was quite irritating. We bickered and fought all the time. But now, I can't get her out of my head. I don't know why things are different now? I mean, I liked the fact that I could annoy her so much. But only because I found it amusing how worked up she could get over the littlest things.

Was I starting to have feelings for her? When I kissed her, and when she kissed me back, I just needed to have more. I've never had that with other girls. It was more about sex than anything else, but with Rose, I don't know, it was different. Well, it felt different. I think. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was just because I hadn't had quite an intense spar since I was in high school. And I was just amazed about how well she handled herself that was all. I didn't have feelings for her. I couldn't. It was all just in the heat of the moment.

There was a knock on my office door.

"Come in!" I called as I sat there, behind my oak desk, and just stared down at the ton of paper work that I had to do.

I looked up and saw Christian walk in. "Hey man," he says as he takes a seat opposite me.

"Hey," I greet him and lean back in my chair. "What's up?"

"Lissa wants to go out tonight," he sighs in his chair. "She thinks it'll be fun for everyone to get together."

I arched my eyebrows at him. He was so whipped. But I couldn't imagine him to be whipped by anyone else. Lissa was such a good person. She was probably the only girl that I could be myself around. She just had this warmth about her that made people open up and tell your deepest darkest secrets to. She was beautiful and kind hearted and I loved her. Not like how Christian loves her, because I would never do that to one of my best friends, but I loved her like she was my family. And she was, to me she was and always will be my family. No matter what.

"A party? At the house?" I was all keen for a party, but at the house? I don't think so. The last thing I wanted to do was have a party with a bunch of boring people. I wanted to go out and party. Meet girls and hook up, wanting to get my head off Rose and meeting hot girls was the best thing for it.

"No," Christian scoffed as if I had said the stupidest thing in the world. "Of course not. All of us are going out to Wild–" Wild was one of the hottest clubs around, everyone went there, and it happened to be one of the clubs that I owned. "–and I wanted to know if you're in?"

"Can I invite some people?" I asked, but the smile on his face showed that he already knew I was coming.

"Sure," he replies. "The more the merrier."

I laughed and nodded. "Sure, I'm in."

"Great." He just sat there and smiled.

I frowned. I knew that look. That was a look that he always got ever since he was a little kid. The look said he had something to say but he didn't know how to say it.

"Go on say it." I said, my voice bored but in truth, I was intrigued to know what he had to say.

"What's going on between you and Rose?" There it was.

"I don't know what you're talking about." And I didn't. Because I didn't even know myself what was going on between Rose and I.

"Bullshit," Christian argued, and I knew he wasn't going to let it go until he got some sort of an answer. "Last night you practically had your hand down her pants–"

"It was her top actually." I corrected him.

He ignored me and just continued. "–And during dinner it looked like you were going to beat Adrian to a bloody pulp every time he touched her–"

"That had nothing to with, Rose," I interrupted again. "I just really don't like him."

But I knew Christian didn't believe me. Neither did I. I felt a pang of jealousy when Rose and Adrian kept touching each other at the dinner table. It was nothing explicit. Just hand holding and kissing on the cheek and the occasional gazing into each other's eyes. But still, I wanted that to be me she held hands with at the dinner table. Me she kissed on the cheek, or lips. My eyes she gazed into longingly, not Adrian Ivashkov.

I know he and her were serious a couple years back, and I hoped they wouldn't get back together. She was too good for him, anyone could tell just by looking at him. I know that's sad to say, but it's the truth. And hey, the truth hurts.

"Riigghht," I rolled my eyes at Christian's tone of voice. "Do you like her?"

I groaned. "Just leave it Christian."

"Yeah right," he scoffed. "Come on, tell me."

He kept repeating it as if he were a little boy who wanted to know the biggest secret in the world.

"No," I told him. "I don't like, Rose."

"I don't believe you."

"Believe whatever you want. But you have to go. As you can see–" I gestured to the stack of papers on my desk. "–I have work to do."

He smiled and said. "I'll see you tonight." With that he walked out of my office with a grin on his face. I shook my head at him and got on with my work, trying anything to get my head off of Rose. The last thing I needed was a distraction.

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Finishing off at work I bumped into Ivan and Darius. They were my oldest friends. We grew up together ever since we were babies and now they worked for me. Each of them were shareholders in my company and without their help, I wouldn't be rich.

I invited them along tonight at Wild, knowing it'd be more fun if they came. I was probably the oldest one in our household and yet I acted like the youngest. Apparently I was the only one who knew how to have fun and live life to the full.

I told them to meet at Wild and I took off home to get changed and out of this suit that I wore on a daily basis. Had to look the part, my mother always used to say to me.

No one was home so I assumed they were already at Wild. So I showered and changed into navy blue denim jeans, black leather dress shoes, and a black v-neck t-shirt. I put some of my aftershave on and then my phone started to vibrate on my nightstand, indicating that I had a text. I picked up my phone and read the text message.

It was from Darius; Dude, we're here. Where you?

I texted back saying I was on my way and grabbed a jacket and a wallet and walked out the door.

I pulled up to Wild and parked my car. Seeing Darius and Ivan at the door I made my way to them, nodding to the bouncer, whose name is Bobby, to let us in. There was a long line from the door leading down the footpath. I smiled successfully that my club was doing so well.

We made our way in and went straight for the bar.

I already had in my head what I wanted to drink. It was something, good, something expensive, and something strong. Really, really strong.

I spotted my favourite bartender smiling at a customer as she passed on his drink. She had her platinum blonde hair wavy today, letting it flow down her back like the oceans waves. Her skinny figure was dressed in a plain white, strappy tank top, black elastic chiffon, ruffle, and tiered waist skirt, with black slouchy faux suede boots.

My favourite bartender; Sydney Sage.

"Hello, Sage." Ivan greeted her as we took a seat on the bar stools.

"Hey there boys," she walks over and folds her arms on the bar in front of us. "What can I get you?"

"Surprise me." Darius purred, he was always trying to get Sydney into bed with him and he always got turned down.

Sydney took no shit from anyone, part of the reason why I liked her so much. She also had the tendency to be straight forward, her motto; "Hey, no one said the truth was easy".

I smiled at her and said, "I'll have a glass of Hennessey please, Sydney."

"On the rocks?" she asked me and I shook my head.

"I'll have a Whiskey and Coke, Syd." Said Ivan

Darius grinned at her. "I'll have a Tap That Ass."

Sydney raised her eyebrows. "Well it's not going to be my ass you'll be tapping."

"Too bad." I left Darius to his flirtations and scanned the crowd.

Finally, spotting the one I wanted. She stood with Lissa, Christian and Adrian, who had his arm draped around her waist. I scowled at his hand as if I could move it with my mind. I wish. I didn't like the fact that she let him touch her and it was driving me insane that she did. Did she want to get back together with him? Or was she just in need of touch? Touch from a male? Cause if so I was up for the job. For however long she wanted me to touch her. I could touch her all night long if that were the case.

My pants started to feel a little bit tight as images of my hands running over Rose's naked body flooded my mind. God, I couldn't get her out of my head. What the hell was I going to do?

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked so beautiful. No, beautiful wasn't even the right word to describe how she looked. She was... breathtaking.

God! What the hell was wrong with me? I was beginning to be like one of those guys that I hated. One of those guys who started thinking cheesy thoughts and acted all cheesy over their girlfriend. Rose wasn't even my girlfriend. But I couldn't help but think it would be nice. For her to be my girlfriend. To know that I would be the only man who would ever be allowed to touch her. To be married to her and wake up to her every morning.

Woah! What the fuck? I went from thinking about girlfriends and straight to the loony train called the Marital Express. What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't hack a life of Rose Hathaway. She drove me insane! She was hot and had a nice piece of ass but... Marriage!

Urgh, I need a drink.

Just in time Sydney places my drink in front of me and I gulp it down as if my life depended on it, the burn of the drink running down my throat and feeling nice. I pushed my glass towards Sydney, indicating a refill.

Her eyes widened a bit and she shrugged and refilled my glass.

"You okay, Boss?" Ivan asked as he sipped his drink.

I nodded. "Yeah."

He didn't believe me but left me alone, knowing that if I wanted to talk about it then I would tell him. But I didn't. I didn't want to tell anyone what was going on in this messed up head of mine.

I took another look toward Rose. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was perfect. More perfect than any of the other girls in the bar. Taking in her attire she wore; one of those Victoria's Secrets power figure, cupped shaping slip. I saw them in a magazine one time. It was supposed to suck everything and have a dress over the top. But she didn't, she just wore the slip and I groaned internally. It was red. Like a vixen. Her breasts were spilling out. The slip clinging to her perfect figure nicely. If it were any other girl they would look slutty, but Rose wore it well. It actually looked like a dress on her, but to anyone who knew, they'd know it wasn't. Her dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders and down her barely covered breast in messy waves. She wore black high heels and held a black, lace clutch bag in her hand. I caught a glint of something in the light that flashed near her. It was a ring on her index finger though I couldn't quite make it out. (Check my page for the outfit)

I groaned again. I needed to take a shower. No, what I needed was take was her.

Damnit!

I gulped down my second drink and my third, but then Ivan cut me off. He told me slow it down and ordered me a beer. I sighed, a little bit irritated that he was telling me what to do, but I knew he was right.

I took a sip of my beer and was about to walk over to where Christian and that were, only to turn around and see her and Adrian making their way toward us. Well, more the bar than us.

I turned away so they didn't see me watching and only looked up as they got to the bar and ordered their drinks.

"Can I get two Whiskey and Cokes, one Sex on the Beach and–" Adrian turned to look at Rose.

"A Chocolate Russian."Her voice was like a purr, as if it were meant for my ears only.

A Chocolate Russian, huh? Well, if she wanted a Russian all she had to do was come to me.

"Ahh," Darius's voice came from beside me and I almost forgot he was here. "Adrian Ivashkov, what brings you to these neck of the woods?"

Adrian shrugged. "Guess I just like the scenery."

"Hey, I heard about your company," Darius's voice was dripping with amusement. "I'm so very sorry." No he wasn't.

Word was that the Ivashkov Industries were going under, hitting rock bottom, and Adrian was grasping at straws to keep it afloat. I almost felt sorry for him, even though I didn't like him, I still wouldn't want him to lose his company. If that were me I would be spewing, pulling each and every last strand of hair out of my head to keep my company from breaking down.

Adrian stood there glaring at Darius with his hands clenched at his sides, jaw tightened. Rose looked confuse–obviously Adrian hadn't told her about his company–as she looked between Darius and Adrian.

She was kind of cute when she was confused.

"Adrian," Rose said in a soft voice. "What is he talking about?"

"Oops," Darius faked innocence. "Was I not supposed to say anything in front of your girlfriend?"

That had me clenching my jaw and hands. I turned to Darius and said, "That's enough."

"Adrian," Rose placed her hand on Adrian's forearm. "What is he–?"

"Nothing." Adrian cut her off through gritted teeth.

One of the bartenders placed Adrian and Rose's drinks on the bar and Adrian grabbed two and stalked off, leaving Rose standing there staring after him. She quickly grabbed the other two drinks and followed after him quickly, without so much as even looking at me.

I growled a little and spun around on Darius, whacking him on the back of the head.

"Ow!" Darius roared and I heard a soft chuckle come from Ivan. "What the hell!"

"You have a big mouth, Darius." I scolded him.

Ivan stepped in. "Do you have to taunt him? You know how hard he's taking everything."

Darius just shrugged. "He's born into family money, he'll be fine."

"That's not the point." I snapped at him.

God! Sometime Darius could be a real prick.

"Forget about it," I sighed. "What's done is done. But Lissa wants us over by her table."

I caught her out of the corner of my eye waving at us and motioning to go to her.

I grabbed my beer and steered Darius and Ivan over. They knew who Lissa was, and Christian of course, and they adored Lissa. Who wouldn't? She was so cute and innocent it was hard not to like her.

"Hey Lissa." Ivan greeted her and we all took a seat.

I saw Rose whisper something in Adrian's ear and his body language started to relax a little bit, since he was tense and probably still pissed off at Darius. I wonder what it was that Rose said, that made Adrian relax.

I gritted my teeth and looked away, trying not to think about it.

After a while of talking and laughing and drinking, our group expanded as Eddie, Mia, Jill, Mason and Tasha joined us.

I smiled at Tasha as she took a seat beside me. Tasha was the one I had actually grown up with, not Christian, but he and I were still best friends. Tasha always had a thing for me ever since we were little, but now she's kind of gotten over it–which I was thankful for. I never actually thought about her that way, and the amount of times I had to pry myself away from her was so... exhausting. But she was one of my best friends anyway. She was always there for me and it was great.

Tasha is a beautiful woman, was back then and still is. But the scar on her cheek makes her look older, wiser somehow, but still beautiful. Her sparkling blue eyes, like Christian's, glowed in the light and made her face look stunning.

"Hey, Tasha," I whispered in her ear because the music was too loud for her to hear me. "How are you?"

"I've been good," she replies. "Work is hectic, but you'd know all about that."

I smile at her and then we start getting into some deep conversation.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot Rose staring at us. I turned to look at her but she quickly looks away and I smile. Was she jealous? That I was talking to Tasha? We were just talking and laughing but it didn't mean anything. I wonder what it looked like to her.

Tasha whispered something in my ear that made me laugh out loud and I saw Rose's look as she turned to me. Her scowl was evident on her face. I could tell she was trying to be in control of her emotions but couldn't hold it in, or keep it off her face as good as me.

"I'm gonna go dance." Rose grabbed Lissa's hand and they walked off onto the dance floor.

I watched as they moved into the crowd but was still in my line of vision.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. As her and Lissa swayed their hips on the dance floor my eyes just followed her every movement. The way her body moved, they way her lips moved, the way her hair flicked as she head nodded to the beat of the music. She was elegant and graceful and she wasn't even trying.

Urgh! What was wrong with me? I could have any girl I wanted! Why was I obsessing over this one girl?

I gulped down the rest of my beer and went to the bar to get another one. I needed to get my mind off of her. Now! I did not want to get into any relationship, or otherwise, with Rose Hathaway. We just weren't good together.

But some part of me said that that wasn't true. I shook it off as I ordered another beer. My eyes travelled back to Rose on the dance floor as if they had a mind of their own. I caught her looking at me and our eyes met–

And that's when the worse song ever to be sung came on. Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls.

I saw a mischievous glint in her eyes and then she gave this sexy smile that had me writhing in my seat.

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons, baby (uh-huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (uh-huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (uh)

God, the things that she was doing out on that dance floor had me tugging at my pants. She looked so sexy out on that dance floor. I could feel myself getting harder by the second.

I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons, baby (uh-huh)

But you keep fronting (Uh)

Saying what you going do to me (uh-huh)

But I ain't seen nothing (uh)

She started running her hands up from her neck and running her hands into her hair. She was swaying to the music, as if it were the choreography to the song. She dropped it low to the ground, opening her legs a bit wider than necessary, and then swayed her hips from side to side on her way back up. I was literally a pile of goo on my stool.

Typical

Hardly the type I fall for

I like when the physical

Don't leave me asking for more

I'm a sexy mama (mama)

I literally hard now. I pulled and pulled on my jeans as they were too tight against my crotch, but it was no use. Rose dropped to the ground again and repeated her earlier motion, only with Lissa behind her. Lissa's hands were sliding from Rose's breast, giving them a little squeeze, and moving down her stomach and moving down between her legs.

My jaw dropped at the movement. Were they really doing this?

I groaned as I brought my beer to my lips and all I got was a drop. I must've drunken it all. Again.

Jeez, I was going to have the biggest headache tomorrow morning. And we've only been here for an hour and a half. That just goes to show you what this girl was doing to me.

Finally, the song had ended and she just gave me a devilish smirk. I couldn't take my eyes off her. They were literally glued to her.

I saw her say something to Lissa and then she turned and headed in my direction.

Oh, God no. She was coming my way and I had the biggest hard on that you could see from Mars. Oh, God. How embarrassing. Every step she made was like a banging in my ears.

When she stood in front of me she smiled that sexy smile at me and I just wanted to pin her to the bar.

"Hi," her voice was so soft and seductive.

"Hi." My voice came out husky and harsh.

I turned my body away from her, so she couldn't see the hard on, now evident as if a spotlight were flashing on it, and pulled at my pants again and trying to calm my breathing so I didn't look like a complete, blubbering idiot in front of her.

"Did you like the show, perv?"

Well, what was I supposed to say to that?


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