RPOV
I wake up and for a moment I have no idea where I am. But then it hits me. His shirt, his bed and his body wrapped around me. The scent of his body filling my nose. I can't stay here. I can't stay in his embrace.

What happened last night? I try to move but my body is killing me. All the muscles are screaming in pain and I shiver from the cold. And then I remember the not feeling well part. But he asked me to come and I thought that I would be fine.

I entangle myself from his embrace and stand up, watching him lying in the big bed alone. His body spread over the bed and the sheets coming up to his hips, leaving his muscled back bare to my view. And what a view is that. I bite my lip and triple softly to the bathroom. Think Rose.

I take a moment to pee and then when I wash my hands I stare at my reflection. I look as bad as I am feeling. I shouldn't have come this afternoon. I wasn't even been able to keep myself awake until he came here and now I am sleeping in his bed with his arms around me.

And God what does that feels good. I have never been in a relationship, I have never let myself fall in love with someone. And I have never slept with a guy before. And with that I mean actually sleeping. My head on his chest and his arms around me. It feels so strange and so right at the same moment.

How did I ended up in this mess? I can't be spending the night with him. He is a client. I should just come over here and let him fuck me. And after that I should be leaving and not looking back. But the more I come, the more I actually enjoy these moments. He isn't just a client. He feels more like a friend.

He is just a true gentleman. Cooking for me and making sure that I am comfortable. Making sure that I find my pleasure and sometimes I find myself on the couch with him watching television. It is the first time in my whole life that I wished things were different. But I know that I can't be different than what I am.

'What are you doing?' his deep voice coming from the doorway. I turn around and let my eyes wander over his body. He is sleeping only in his boxer briefs.

'I was just using the bathroom.' I say and lean against the sink.

'You aren't running out of my house, right?' he asks me and gives me a sharp look. He knows what I wanted to do. I can't stay here. I can't stay in his house, in his embrace. It would be wrong. But why does it feels so right?

'No.' I lie, we both know it. 'I was just looking for some painkillers.'

He gives me a strange look before walking to me. He opens the cabinet above the sink and gives me a small bottle with painkillers. I give him a smile before taking a couple. I give the bottle back and he puts it back in the cabinet.

'Promise me that you will stay here. At least until the morning. I don't want you to be walking around the city at this time.' He says and looks down at me. His hands gripping my arms and pulls me a little closer to him.

'I promise.' I tell him before smiling at him. I stand up on my tip toes and bend toward him. What am I doing? What are you doing Rose? I shock myself with the action and I pull back with my eyes big. I wanted to kiss him! Kiss!

He looks down at me with the same big eyes and I see the struggle in his eyes to keep himself from bending down. I wish he would. But I know he wouldn't. He knows he can't kiss me.

'Let's go back to bed.' he says, trying to live through this awkward moment. I nod and turn around. We both walk back the couple meters to the bed and we both sit down, on other sides of the bed. What did just happen there?

I have never wanted to kiss someone in my life? I grew up in a world without love, without affection. But here, right now, I want his love. And it scares me.


DPOV
A couple days has passed since I found a sick Rose in my bed. I convinced her to stay, at least until the fever has dropped. And I noticed this morning before I went out of bed that her fever has dropped. She isn't burning anymore and she was sleeping peacefully.

I have been working home for the past days and it is finally weekend. Normally I would be working out or relaxing or something like that. But at this moment I am doing even more work while I wait until Rose has woken up.

I have like the company of the girl around the apartment for the last couple days. Even when she was sick and spend most of the time in bed. It was good to be spending time with her and taking care of her. And falling in sleep and waking up next to her. I can't hide it anymore that I am feeling more than I should be. But I won't be telling her that.

'Hey comrade.' She says and sits down next to me. I chuckle at her new nickname for me. She was spending time with looking through my bookcase and she stated that I should be a cowboy and after that she just called me comrade and keeps calling me that.

'Are you hungry?' I ask her and she takes a moment before answering. Even her appetite for food had been gone in the days that she was sick. Eventually she nods and I take her to the kitchen to make her something.

'I think that I should go home.' she says while she watches me.

'Who is going to take care of you when you are home?' I ask her. Not wanting to have her stumbling around alone while she is still sick.

'Me.' she says. Just the answer that I was expecting from this girl. I shake my head no at her and set her food in front of her as I sit down.

'You can't keep me here Dimitri.' She says and folds her arms in front of her chest. She is still wearing one of my sweaters and it looks great on her.

'I don't want you to be alone while you are sick.' I say to her and raise my brows. Challenging her to disobey me. We stare at each other for a moment before she looks away and starts eating.

'I still have to go and grab some stuff. I can't be walking around in your clothes.' She says.

'We haven't reached the end of my clothes so I don't see your problem.' I say and smile at the idea. I like seeing her in my clothes but I can still see her point.

'I'm going to go after breakfast and I will be back in two hours.' She says leaving no room for a discussion. But I'm not going to let her go on her own.

'No. I'm going to drive you and then we only need an hour for that.' I tell her leaving no room for a discussion myself.

'I don't want you in my home.' she says and turns to look at me. Her body is telling me that she is calm but her eyes is telling me another thing. She isn't calm, she is panicking.

'You have been in my home and I don't care where you live.' I tell her, being honest. I'm not expecting her to live in the best part of town but with the money she earns she can buy her a nice house of apartment.

'I don't want you to know where I live.' She says, her panic more clear in her voice now.

'I do not care where you live Roza. I just don't want you to be strolling around across town.' I tell her staring her down so she won't disobey me.

'Fine. But I don't want to hear a word about it.' she says with a sigh. It makes me curious about where she lives. And I like to see the place she calls home.


Only half an hour later we are driving into the street where I stood with Ivan talking about the newest bakery. She tells me to stop and she leaves the car. I step out myself and look at the old building before turning to the newest.

'So, in which one do you live?' I ask her. She gives me a nervous laugh before turning and walking toward the old neglected building.

'You live in this building?' I ask her in surprise, my brows raised high. I can't believe it. It must be a joke of her. I don't want to take one step inside of this building but I know that when she does it I have to follow her.

'You promised me that I wouldn't hear a word about it.' she says while walking. She steps through the door and I follow her. The first thing that meets us is the smell. It smells of dead things and mold. The floor squeaks and there a holes in them with the pipes sticking out. I can tell that there has been a nice painting low on the walls but it has turns brown or green.

She is about to take a step on the stairs but I wrap my arm around her waist. Holding her from stepping onto that stairs. She turns around and gives me a pointed look.

'They will hold us Dimitri. Calm down.' She tells me before releasing herself from my hold. I let out a sigh and follow her up the stairs. Spreading my arms a little to steady myself and holding myself from grabbing the filthy guardrail.

She takes me up another couple stairs and I have to think about the plans Ivan and I were making about this place. Demolish it and make a beautiful mall of it. I wasn't sure to do this first but when I walk around in the building I am so glad we are going to demolish it. The place is horrible and shouldn't be a home for anybody.

On the fourth floor she leads me into the hall and stops at one of the doors. She takes out a pair of keys and opens it. I have to hold back so many comments when I see the place. It is filthy. And I can see that she has tried her best to keep is neat but the place is hopeless.

She walks into the place and turns around. She is a little nervous about my reaction but I can see that she is somewhere proud of her own place. I walk inside and take a look around. A small kitchen that is connected to her living room. If you can call it a living room. She has pressed a small couch and a television in it. The couch pressed against the kitchen blocks.

There is a door that leads to a bedroom with a single mattress in it and some boxes filled with clothes. Through the bedroom you can go into the bathroom and I didn't want to spend more than two second in that.

I can't even call it a bathroom. It has a toilet and a shower. The shower is only the shower head hanging on a rope. Not even a sink or place to turn around. It is horrible. I walk back to Rose and tell her to grab her stuff. I don't want to be here for too long.

'You are judging me.' she says while grabbing some of the clothes out of the boxes.

'Yes, I am.' I tell her and try to be honest. 'I know what I am paying you and you live here.' I can't even hide the form of anger that I am feeling.

'You don't know anything about me Dimitri. So don't be judging me with all your money that you have.' She tells me. 'Maybe you should wait outside if you can't stand to be here.'

I look at her for a moment before turning around and leaving. Why am I angry? It isn't my business that she is living in here. I don't have anything to say about it but I want to.


The ride back to my place was filled with awkward silence. I tried to think about something to say to her but I couldn't think about anything else than the hovel that she is calling her home. So I stayed silence and she did too. She has folded her arms in front of her chest and looked out of the window.

As soon as we stepped into the apartment she has walked to the bathroom and locked herself in. First I was still angry and let her but it is now an hour since she had locked herself in and I start to worry about her.

I walk towards the door and knock softly. She doesn't answer me so I knock more loudly. Only to be told to go to hell. I laugh and plead her to allow me inside the bathroom. It takes me a while but finally she opens the door.

She is dressed in her own clothes, an old jeans with holes and a shirt that leaves her stomach bare. I chuckle and pull her closer.

'You are sick and that is what you decide to wear?' I ask her. She looks down and frowns. I let go of her and grab the bag that she has taken with her. Pulling the clothes out of it and throwing something more appropriate towards her.

'You sure like to have the control.' She states before taking of her clothes to change them with the clothes I throw at her.

'And you don't want to give me the control.' I state before walking out of the bathroom, leaving her alone. I can't help but feel the anger inside me. It hasn't left.

After a couple minutes she sits next to me on the couch. She leans against me and lays her legs over the side of the couch. I look down at her and she gives me a smile.

'I have a question for you.' She says giving me her big eyes.

'Go ask your question.' I tell her with a smile. Normally she just ask me the questions so she must have something import to ask.

'Why don't you have a relationship?' she asks me. I sigh and pull away from her. My head in my hands and I shake my head. The only question I don't want to answer. I don't want to tell that story why I don't want to start a relationship.

'No, listen. You are the perfect man. You know what you want with your live. You have this amazing business and all the money you need. You have an apartment where you can start a family. You are sweet and always listening. And you make sure that I have an orgasm before you release yourself.' She says and smacks my back. I chuckle and lean backwards.

She says so much about me but she has to mention the orgasm part. I know that a lot of woman look at me that way but I don't want to be with just a girl.

'Why is the orgasm part so important for you?' I ask her. Wanting to have my answer first before I tell her my story.

'I will only tell you if I get my answer afterwards.' She says and I nod. 'It is just that in this kind of business it is very hard to be pleased because you are working to please. And I have never been pleased like this.'

She blushes a little when she is finished and I feel a lot better. Knowing that I am so good at pleasing her. I don't think that sex is much when a woman doesn't come. It isn't only about a man's pleasure. Giving a woman pleasure is only a turn on.

'Now it's your turn.' She says and pushes me a little. Wanting to talk about something else.

'Alright. It is ten years ago that we have left Russia to follow our dreams to America. Me, Ivan, Tasha and Galina. Ivan and I wanted to have a bakery and I have still no idea what Tasha and Galina wanted here. But they wanted to come. So, it looked like the best idea to come here with the four of us.' I tell her and dig further into that time.

'We had to work very hard and after a year and a half we finally opened our first bakery. It was small and we did everything ourselves. Together with Tasha and Galina. Tasha is very good with numbers and finances, so that is what she did. Galina was good with promoting and that became her job. I was the one that backed and Ivan helped me when he wasn't at the front, selling our products.'

'Everything went great and after another year and a half we opened our second bakery. We hired more people and we finally had time to relax a little and enjoy what we were doing. Ivan spend his time with sleeping with all the girls he could find. And me? Somehow I spend my time with splitting it between Galina and Tasha.' I sigh and the thoughts of that, how naïve I was as that time.

'Finally I found myself in a situation where I never thought I would be. I had to choose between Galina and Tasha. They told me that they both liked me and that I had to make a decision. I chose Galina because I thought I had feelings for her. Tasha left us after that.' Stupid, stupid, stupid.

'We ended up in a relationship and for a while we were very happy. But Galina wasn't the most patient person and she always wanted more. She was the one that wanted to buy more bakeries while Ivan and I wanted to make the more reasonable choices.'

'We had a lot of fights about that and after being together for two years I had enough of it. I broke up with her and after that thing went very wrong. She didn't want to let me go and didn't want to admit that our relationship was over. She start spreading rumors about me and our business. But that wasn't the worst part.'

'The worst part was that she told me that she was pregnant. And being the person I am I was very happy and I wanted to be there for her and for the baby. Doing the more responsible thing, I asked her to marry me. She said yes, of course. We got married and after being married for two weeks she told me she lost the baby.' I say and close my eyes for a moment.

'I'm so sorry Dimitri.' Rose tells me and places her hand on my knee. I shake my head. This wasn't the worst part.

'I was devastated by that news and lived like a zombie at that time. I was done with it all and wanted to go back to Russia with Galina. Her idea. Ivan was furious and we had a big fight that almost ended our friendship. And we have been friends since we were born.' Preparing myself for the worst part.

'After a couple weeks I packed my stuff and Galina's and booked the tickets back to my home town. Back to Baia, Russia. I wanted to say goodbye to Ivan and that was when everything changed again. He gave me a file. It was about Galina. I was mad at first that he did a background check to one of our closest friends and my wife. But he said to read it before I left.' I pinch my nose and close my eyes again. Remembering that night.

'The file was detailed but her medical history was clear. Never stating anything like a doctor's appointment for the time we had been in America. I didn't get it first but Ivan explained it to me. Mostly when you are pregnant you go to the doctor to be sure of it. And when you have a miscarriage you go to the doctor.'

'She didn't do any of that. She told me that she was pregnant and I believed her. She told me that she had lost our baby and I believed her. But thinking back of it things became more clear to me. She should have been more excited about our baby. And shouldn't she be devastated about the lost, just like I was? She wasn't. She was pretending nothing happened.'

'And after that I went home and confronted her with her. She told me that she went to the doctor but I gave her the file that Ivan gave me. She read it and after that she told me that she had lied. She had lied about the pregnancy and she lied about the losing part. She had lied about everything because she didn't want to lose me.'

'I told her that I wanted a divorce and that I was staying in America. That night I left her in our apartment and went to Ivan's. The following morning I got a call from the police. She had killed herself and they needed someone to identify her body. She had left a note where she told us that she couldn't live in a world without me.'

'I was only twenty-four at the time and my wife had killed herself because she thought she would be better off death than living without me. It took me a very long time to recover from that and after that I just couldn't find the trust in other woman anymore. I never believed them.' I finish and bury my head in hands again.

My hands got pushed away from my face and I am pushed against the back of the couch. Rose crawls on my lap, straddling me and wraps her arms around me. I wrap my arms around her and bury my head in her neck. Seeking comfort in the woman in front of me.

This is the longest chapter so far. And it was even longer when I was writing it. I decided to cut it into two chapters. But that means the following chapter is already written. And when I receive enough reviews for this chapter the following chapter will be yours ASAP.