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Rose stands there with her ring between her fingers, she looks up at me and I can see the black circles under her eyes. She has pulled her hair in a messy bun and it looks like she picked her oldest clothes from what she is wearing.

I take another step toward her before stopping again. Should I go to her? Take her in my arms or tell her to get out of the store? Is she here to return that ring and tell me that she won't be married to me any longer?

'Rose?', I ask as she is still looking at me without saying anything. It makes me nervous. I put my hands into my pockets to keep myself from reaching out to her.

'I think that you should be the one that puts this ring on my finger.' She says, sticking her hand out to me to give me the ring. I grin brightly before stepping closer to her. I take her into my arms and press my lips against hers in a soft kiss.

She melts against me, her arms moving around me. Her hands gripping my shirt tightly as she responds to my kiss eagerly. As I pull away I take the ring out of her hand and take her hand into mine.

'Are you sure that you want this?', I ask her. She smiles at me, looking at me with that same energy in her eyes that was with her the first time that I met her.

'Yes, but you have a lot to tell me.', she says. I nod before putting the ring on her finger.

'Let me close the store and come with me to my apartment. You have a lot to tell me as well. I have googled you today.', I tell her, making her groan at the googling part. I laugh at her reaction, taking the keys and switching the lights off. Then I take her hand, pulling her with me out of the store. I close the door before opening the door toward my apartment.

Her eyes go over the mess I made yesterday before she turns toward me. I close the door behind me, taking a step toward her and putting my hands on her hips. Her hands go to the hem off her shirt, trying to take it off. I grab her hands, stopping her.

'What are you doing?', I ask her. She looks at me with an expression that tells me that she doesn't understand why I am stopping her.

'Well, we fought so now we have to make it up again.', she tells me. I smile at her, kissing her quickly before leading her toward the couch.

'We are going to talk first.', I tell her. Having the feeling that she isn't very happy about the talking part first.

'We could talk after.', she tells me as she sits down. I shake my head as I get two classes of vodka. Giving her one. She takes a sip before making a face.

'I'm not really a vodka drinker.', she says, taking another sip. 'If you put it into a cocktail I would be happy to drink it but pure vodka is not something for me.'

As I try to take the glass away from her she moves it away from me. I laugh at her action. 'I need it, I think.', she says. I sit down next to her. Downing the glass before putting it aside. I turn toward Rose.

'Your father was right yesterday, about that I beat up my father.', I tell her. She swallows, her eyes go toward the door for a moment.

'You can leave any time you want Rose, but I want to ask you to let me tell you everything before you decide to run out of that door.', I say, knowing what I ask from her. She takes another sip, not moving so I start to tell her about my youth back in Russia.

How my father was a business man who was mostly traveling. Only being home for short periods every couple of months. How we lived in a house just outside the main town, a place where people couldn't hear my mother's screams. How people couldn't hear the booming voice of my father as he got mad at her.

I tell her about the impact it had on me, on my sisters. How I hid them, putting Victoria in a small closet every time my father got angry. So, afraid that he would turn it on us that time. He never did but I was ready to take the hitting for them. Hating myself that I couldn't protect my mother from him.

And when I got older how I got people to teach me how to fight. Getting myself bigger and stronger so that the next time I could protect my mother. And when I was thirteen I had enough. I had learned something terrible about my mother. She had been pregnant, again. And had lost that baby due to my father. That was the last drop I needed and I beat my father up. Telling him that he shouldn't come back again.

I pause right there to get myself another glass of vodka. Rose is watching me; she is not saying a word but I can see the wheels turning in her head. As I stand leaning against the kitchen counter I feel her arms sneaking around my body, her head leaning against my back.

'I am so sorry for you Dimitri, for your family. I can't believe how brave you have been.', she says, pressing a kiss against my back. 'How badass you already were at the age of the thirteen.', I can hear her smile through her words.

Even when I know she feels compassion towards me, that she is truly sorry for me she isn't belittling me. She isn't looking down at me for the things I did back then. I turn around and wrap my arms around her shoulder, looking at her.

'I'm not afraid of you Dimitri. No matter what you tell me or what others will tell me about you. I feel save in your arms and I have the feeling that you will protect me.', she tells me, leaning up to kiss me. I lean down to meet her in a passionate kiss.

'Now I want to hear your story.', I tell her as I pull back. I know that I haven't told her everything yet but it is time that she will tell me a little bit more about her.

'Haven't you already read everything about me on the internet?', she asks, the humor shining in her eyes.

'I want to hear it from you, not reading it at some kind of gossip page on the internet where half of the things are not even true.', I tell her. She nods, taking my hand and dragging us back to the couch.

'My father is the owner of a large business. He can absolutely sell everything he gets his hands on and he made himself a powerful man. He knows everything from the people he does business with before even meeting them. It made things sometimes complicated as I grew up as you might guess. As a teenager, I already knew that I didn't want to get into the same business as he did. Something he had always hoped for.', she begins to tell me, not meeting her eyes. I don't even want to know how he gets to that information.

'I have always had a thing for clothing and always wanted to clothe myself as I wanted not what others told me what the fashion statement from that moment was. And with Lissa we dreamed of starting our own business. We would spend hours of drawing out our designs and making plans for the future. It was kind of how our business started.', she follows.

'When we were fourteen Lissa's parents and brother died in a car crash where Lissa and I got away from, we were sitting in the back seat. Even when it was a hard time to get through we decided we wouldn't wait anymore, life was too short for such things as waiting.', she says, smiling as she looks up at me.

'With the trust funds that Lissa had and the money I could get from my father we started our own internet shop. We only had a couple of designs that we put up and we sold them to brands that wanted to turn them into real clothing. I have no idea how but the idea worked. We got bigger and bigger until we pulled our designs away from the internet and decided to also make our own clothing.'

'That was a really hard part because we also needed to go through our exams from high school. My father didn't want us to drop out of high school. Somehow we managed and we got our business bigger. We decided to call our clothing line Dragomir, to remember Lissa's parents and brother who couldn't see us doing this.'

'From drawing on the back of school assignments we managed to get working in the basement of my parents house. And eventually we got our own office. It build and build and got so big that we now have our own building. The Dragomir building.', she tells me with a grin. I can feel how proud she is of herself and her friend.

'I guess that we were lucky and we had the fortune that we got out of families with money so that is how we could manage to get this brand so big as we are only twenty-two years old.', she says. I bend to her and kiss her on her lips.

'I'm proud of you.', I tell her. It was the thing that came up to me the first time she told me about her clothing line but I didn't dare to say it then. Now I just decide to tell her and she grins widely at me before climbing into my lap.

'Come to my office somewhere during the next week and I will show you everything. But now I'm done talking. We have a lifetime for talking.', she says, leaning down and kissing me again.

'Aren't you going to put my ring on my finger?', I ask her between kisses. She draws back, looking at my hands. The ring is still lying on my night stand. She gets up and looks around.

'Point me toward the right direction. I am never going to find it in a place like this.', she says, looking around trying to find the golden ring between all those books.

'Night stand.', I tell her, she moves away and a moment later she stands in front of me with the ring between her fingers. She takes my hand and put the ring on my finger. Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth she looks at me.

'That ring on your finger really turns me on.', she tells me, licking her lips. I get up quickly and grab her hips, pulling her against me. Making her laugh.

'Maybe we should do something about that.', I whisper in her ear, my voice a lot rougher than it had been moments before.