I'M SO SORRY! T.T FORGIVE ME PLEASE! I'm such a failure. I've torture you so long…
Richelle Mead owns these lovely characters.
Honestly, I hate writing all of the stuff in between the action. But alas, it must be done. I do it for you my loves.
I woke up in a bed. It took me a while to realize that something was different. I had fallen asleep on Dimitri's couch… but now I'm in a bed? I look around me. I'm in a minimalistic bedroom. My soft blue button up creates a stark contrast against the crisp white comforter around my chest. My black pumps are next to the silver lamp on the armoire opposite the bed.
I get up and wipe the fuzziness of sleep from my eyes and go to rearrange myself at the mirror. Once I look semi-acceptable, I leave the mysterious room. The door opens into a hallway with another door at the end of it. Joy. More doors.
Ah, hell. Fuck this. I charge right on through, and then… Jesus. More doors? There's like 50 or something on this corridor. Where the hell am I, Hogwarts? Where's a goddamn GPS when you need one? I'm going for the one at the end of the hall, so I don't get lost. I can't even navigate through Kroger without getting lost, so this is like a maze to me.
Going straight would be my best bet, 'cause if I get lost, then it'll be easy to backtrack. I yank open the door at the end of the passageway and find myself back in Dimitri's office. After rejoicing in my newfound freedom, I realized that I shouldn't be here. I checked Dimitri's office several times and the doors either lead to closets or out of his office.
When I turned to figure out how the hell I got here, I bumped into a familiar hard surface. Shit. Dimitri. Whoa, déjà vu. I jerk back but lose my balance. His big hands steady me against his super muscular chest.
"Ah, I see you've found your way back here, Maria," Dimitri says while chuckling lightly. "Did you sleep well? Have any pleasant dreams?" I can feel his chest vibrating as he speaks. I'm still to shocked to have any coherent thoughts other than "Oh, shit!".
When I say nothing and keep staring at his surprisingly suiting lavender tie, he continues with a slowly rising smirk. "You still tired? Or are you just thinking about your sweet dreams? They must've been pretty good if you were saying my name in your sleep with a little smile on your face." This gets my attention.
"Huh?" I say while I push myself away from him, shaking his large hands off my arms. "What are you talking about? I'd never dream about you! I don't know about you, but I'm not a pervert like that!" Dammit, I can feel my cheeks heating up. How does he always make me this way?
He gives me a wicked grin and then it dawns on me that he was just teasing me. God wrench head nugget sock! My cheeks are on fire and I try to play it off as anger. But I know that it's futile. Dimitri can see right through me. I turn and walk away
"Your cheeks look like roses," he comments. That makes me stiffen my back. Where's he going with this?
"Don't say that. I hate roses," I say coldly.
"Maybe I should call you Roza. That's Rose in Russian. I think that suits you more. You're a beautiful rose." I freeze, rigidly quitting the move I'd made to avoid this.
Oh my... He knows. There's no doubt about that anymore. I'm so fucked. But he's got to be messing with me, just to see what I do and whatnot. He's playing a psychological game with me. If not, then he would've already drilled some lead into me, or something worse. Oh, God. What do I do? There isn't a protocol for this shit. What do I do? What does he want from me?
I stand there, frozen, feeling his eyes bear into my back, knowing that he's still grinning wickedly at my previously retreating form. I can't face him. I don't know what'll happen if I do, but I just know that it won't be good. I close my eyes and decide to go with my gut.
I clear my voice and my mind before asking. "What do you want from me?" I try sounding tired and frustrated, in case that he, by some miracle from the heavens, doesn't know yet that I'm not. And sounding scared and anxious is for noobs. I'm a better operative than that.
"Oh, nothing much… Just your heart, mind, body, and soul," Dimitri replies self-assuredly, in an almost casual manner.
I whip around, with my eyes blazing. This guy was really good. He hit my raw nerve dead on.
"What the fuck?" I practically scream at him. "You will never get anything from me!" I stomp over to him and put myself right in front of his chest. With my eyes blazing, I look up at him asking in a deadly low voice who the hell he thinks he is. I started stabbing his rock hard chest with my finger as I continued on my tirade.
"You may be my boss, but you are nothing more to me. Stopping fucking with me and give me something to do. I am not a fucking vase that is here for you to just stare at and mess with all day, so I suggest you stop being such a fucking prick and give me something worthy of doing, asswipe."
He kept his face devoid of emotion while I ranted. My prodding finger was now firmly pressed into his strong chest as I huffed out angry breaths.
Looking back, I should've seen what was coming next. Based off of his previous actions, I could've easily predicted his reacting actions. But alas, I was too caught up in my indignant rage to think of anything other than more things to scream in his face.
In the blink of an eye he grabbed my wrist with one of his large hands. Seeing that I was too shocked to react then, he gripped my waist and spun me around and held me flush against his solid chest. I barely had time to gasp about the position he'd put me in before he put his lips against my ear and whispered hoarsely in a low and heavily accented voice, "do me".
My eyes widened at the two syllables that were sensually pushed into my mind and I elbowed him with as much force as I could gather while restrained in his iron grip.
I didn't realize that he knew what I was doing before I did it and he tensed his abs while sharply exhaling to lessen the impact of my blow. His grasp tightened around me, now with one muscular arm below my collar bone and the other pulling me back to him by my hips. That's where I lost control when adrenaline began pumping into my blood and instinct taking over the control of my body.
I trashed and struggled and clawed at his arms with all of my might, trying anything and everything to get out of his arms and away from him. I writhed and fought and kicked to little avail, since my wild movements had no technique or strategy behind them. I started screaming and I bit him several times.
"You can scream all you want, Roza, but no one will ever hear you from in here. You've gotta love sound-proof walls," Dimitri whispered against my ear. His hot breath freaked me out even more and I struggled as much as I could. This man had to be a cyborg or something. He's just so damn strong! I can barely move in his deadly bear hug.
"Let me go! Stop this! This isn't funny anymore! I don't like this! You're hurting me! Why are you doing this to me?" I pulled every cute-innocent-girl line in the book. Anything to get away from his perplexing embrace. For real, now was not the time for shivers to go up and down my damn spine. Stupid, uncooperative body. I struggled harder, clawing and biting at anything I could reach, but the bloody mother fucking Russian wasn't the least bit phased by my antics.
"You're a little wild kitten, aren't you?" Dimitri ginned patronizingly at me. "I'm very disappointed in you, Rose. I thought that you would've done much better than this."
"Sorry to let you down comrade," I hiss at him. "I'll try better next time. But you should know that you're still so far from catching me!"
I kicked the nerve inside his right knee with the tip of my very pointy heel. Full force baby! He grunted in pain as his grip loosened just enough for me to quickly slip out of his arms. As soon as the contact is lost, my chest feels a little constricted, but I can feel the Russian-induced fog clear from my mind. Rose is back in business, bitches!
I whip around to find him completely recovered from my first blow and charging towards me. I can already tell that he's messing with me. He's just using his greater height and weight against me. Either he's lazy or he's testing me. I'm more inclined to believe the later. I strike down hard at a 45 angle at his neck, but he shifts right before impact, causing the strike to lose its intended effect. He's being lazy while testing me. Fucking bastard.
I'm sorry for being so slow and terrible T.T Forgive me… Tell me what you think Please I LOVE YOU ALL! I will try to do better for you.
Russian language camp starts next week… . AHHH so excited! Dreams slowly come true!