I know, I've been MIA for quite a while, but I'm hoping to get back into this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy. All rights go to Richelle Mead.

As our honeymoon drew to an end, I was almost sad to have to back to America. I was currently out on run and I was beginning to realise that our honeymoon had actually been really fun – after we'd agreed on being friends, that is. I spent a lot of my time out at the beach tanning, swimming and running. Dimitri on the other hand, stayed indoors most of the time. When I asked him to come to the beach with me, he'd politely tell me no and that would be it. I figured he was just doing housework or despite what he told me about being happy to marry me, I thought he may have been calling or chatting to a girlfriend or lover or something.

I was wrong.

Four days ago, I'd lost the hair tie that I always wore around my wrist – you know, in case I ever needed to put my hair up. Losing my hair-ties wasn't a new habit, so at the airport I had bought a pack of twenty-four hair-ties. I'd only taken out one, slipped it on my wrist and chucked the rest somewhere in a suitcase. Four days ago, when I lost that hair-tie, I rummaged through both of my suitcases and came up with nothing. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

So I figured that I may have chucked it in Dimitri's. His suitcase was heavy as hell and dragging it out of the closet to the bedroom floor had almost left me in a coma. Lucky for me, I really only needed to drag it three metres before I found an empty, flat spot to start digging. As it turns out, the suitcase was filled with books. Seriously, it was loaded with over forty worn-out, beaten paperbacks.

Oh, and they were westerns.

That's right. My hot, new, Russian husband had a cowboy fetish. I could only hope that he didn't expect me to dress up as a hillbilly cowgirl and ride him whilst screaming "Yeee-haww!". Yeah, totally never going to happen.

However, back to it. So, we had two more days left before we had to go home and yeah, as I mentioned, I wasn't actually looking forward to it. Despite Lissa and Christian returning home last week, Adrian wouldn't return until Wednesday which gave me four days to figure out how I was going to break the news to him.

"Hey Adrian, it's nice to see you again. How was your trip? Nice? Well that's good. Anything new with you? No? Oh. What's new with me? Well I'm married now, Adrian, and unfortunately, you weren't my groom."

Yeah, like that could work. I had considered simply sending him a text message but I couldn't figure out what to write.

'Sorry Adrian, I'm married now. Please find a new girlfriend or object of affection. Thanks for all the fun.

Rose.'

I could guarantee that that wouldn't work well either.

I'd spoken to Lissa every night since she'd gone back home. I was careful and only did so when Dimitri was in the shower. It wasn't that Dimitri had an issue with me speaking to Lissa, or any of my friends for that matter; it was more that I didn't want him overhearing us discussing ways to break the news to Adrian.

Unfortunately, Lissa believed that this was a face-to-face kind of conversation. Really, I'd already known it was but I was still hoping that as my best friend, she would tell me that a text was good idea. We'd also both agreed that it needed to be done as soon as possible. I'd been married for a little over two weeks now and my boyfriend of three years had absolutely no idea. It was quite a distressing thought.

I slowed down as I approached the beach house, taking deep breaths in an effort to slow down my heart rate.

"I'm back, Comrade," I called out as I walked in and made my way to the kitchen. I filled up a glass with water and began downing it when I heard his footsteps follow me into the kitchen.

"Don't call me that," his voice was hard, but as always, amusement danced in his eyes. "Your father called earlier."

"Oh yeah? What's the old man want now?"

"He called to apologise. He had to fly to Australia on urgent business and won't be able to see us when we arrive back in America."

I slammed the glass down loudly on the bench.

"That fucking Zmey!" I hissed.

His brown eyes widened considerably and found myself wanting to drive into their rich, chocolatey-ness. It was a stupid sentiment- wanting to dive into someone's eyes but I loved chocolate after all. Oh boy, what I would do for a chocolate-glazed doughnut.

"Is everything alright?" he asked softly.

Of course not! That bastard knew I'd have to face Adrian when I returned and had fled before I'd even gone back home. Now I'd have to explain to Adrian how the hell I had wound up married and that damn slimy-assed snake didn't even have the decency to be there to back me up for it!

"When I get my hands on the bastard, I kill him," I replied as I stormed upstairs, hoping a hot shower might have some form of calming effect of my homicidal urges.

You know what to do,

xx Neha