Chapter Eleven.

A nice long chapter to make up for the fact that it took me so long to write and post up! There are several different elements to this chapter, so I'd love to hear your feedback on what you thought!

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A little note for anyone who's confused: The Camille mentioned in the previous chapter by Adrian is the same Camille from the first chapter – the snobby woman Rose served in Tesco's. Hope that clears everything up!

Thank you to untamed00notbroken for being my muse and inspiring me to write another APOV. It's not as long as I'd hoped, but I hope you'll still like it.

This chapter kinda starts with an M scene but it's written in italics so I won't put a notice. If you're underage or don't want to read the M scene, then just start reading when the italics stop. Xx


A moan worked its way out of my throat as my fingers clutched at the sheets before digging into the mattress beneath my body.

I couldn't think, couldn't speak as my body started to tremble and writhe as his speed picked up and he drove into me even faster, his movements becoming smoother as he picked up on my sense of urgency, the closeness of my release.

A ragged pant left my lips as his large hands travelled up and over my thighs to hold my hips before he gripped them firmly and lifted my back off of the bed slightly so he could see me, all of me, and continue what he was doing, hitting different, deeper spots that only sent more tremors of pleasure running through me as I bit my lip and looked down. All I could see was his dark head between my thighs as he dipped and kissed and sucked repeatedly, his tongue creating a strong, insistent rhythm that my body couldn't help but react to.

This…

My eyes rolled back into my head as his fingers began to slide against my stomach, strong, mesmerising caresses that contrasted and complimented the strokes he was placing on me, in me at the same time. My hips bucked, desperate for it to be over soon, for him to stop teasing me and to simply bring me over the edge, as my back lowered to the bed to support my body and my legs wrapped themselves around his neck.

He moved his head then, tilting it at a different angle so he could continue to bring my body closer, closer…

Another moan left my lips as the swirl in my stomach grew stronger and he echoed the sound, the deep rumble from his chest vibrating through me and into the mattress.

"Please." Another breathless gasp as his fingers started to work their magic on me too, pushing and stroking and teasing me in all the right places.

"Roza." He moaned my name and the vibrations shook through my body; stronger and stronger with every verbal caress. "Roza. Roza. Roza…"

"Roza."

I shot upwards into a sitting position as my shoulders shook this time, instead of my hips.

"Dimitri?" My chest heaved as I drew in ragged breaths of air and wiped a hand across my sweaty forehead. "What? Wh-" I stopped talking as I took in the scene.

Dimitri was leaning towards me, his face wrinkled with concern as his hand rested on my shoulder. That had been what was shaking me, not-

"Oh God." I flopped backwards onto the bed and scrubbed at my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

I sighed. "Yeah. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep." I popped one eye open and stroked his cheek gently. "Sorry for waking you up."

He nodded and flicked the lamp off before pulling me into his arms and rubbing his fingers across the tense muscles of my back. His fingers stroked against my pulsing- I cut that thought off sharply.

"You've been having that 'dream' for the past week now Roza. Every night, you start moaning and murmuring before you wake up at some early hour of the morning panting and sweating like you've just run a marathon. You're not telling me what's really going on. Is it a nightmare? Are you afraid that something's going to happen? I promise you, I won't let anything happen to either you or the kids."

I groaned internally. I felt guilty for not telling Dimitri the truth, but it would be so embarrassing to reveal that the reason I kept waking up – or rather, being woken up by him – was because of my R rated dreams. Dimitri going down on me. Dimitri taking me from behind. Us going at it in the shower, and then again in the bathtub. Us against the bedroom wall. Us in the kitchen, smearing chocolate sauce and whipped cream over each other's bodies before licking it off. In a forest. At the beach. In the sea. In role play. On the dining table. On one of the school desks. In the caretaker's cupboard… The dreams were endless, and so were the possibilities. My body burned again as I remembered what had been happening in this dream.

No way in hell was I telling Dimitri what was running through my mind.

It had only been a week since we'd taken that final step, but since then, it was as if Dimitri had set my body on fire. I was burning up with want and longing and desire constantly - daydreaming about him while I was at work, fantasizing while I cooked the dinner, and counting down the minutes as I put the kids to bed. Then, I'd grab his hand and pull him into the bathroom with me; not giving him the chance to get his bearings before I'd yanked his mouth down to mine and started ripping at his clothes.

We were both naked because of the night's previous activities, and at that moment, his state of undress wasn't helping me to calm down. I could feel him as he curled up next to me, his long, lean body pressed against mine as he tried to soothe me – not realising that what he meant as a relaxing massage was actually turning me on to the point that I couldn't think straight. How the hell did he have this effect on me? Yes, sex was a beautiful thing, so long as it was with the person you loved, when you knew that they were going to love you forever… But with Dimitri, it felt different. More deep, and intense. More… magical. We'd made love and hadn't stopped. Hadn't started having sex, or fucking or fooling around. The intimacy and affection had remained with us, drawing us closer and closer to each other each time we had time that was ours.

I giggled to myself and turned my face into Dimitri's chest. Now I sounded like one of those hopeless romantics, always pining away for a happy ending where everyone was beautiful and happy and never died, or argued, or beat each other, or cried themselves to sleep at night.

I shook my head. I'd known better than to believe that everything would be plain sailing from the moment Dimitri showed up on my doorstep with his toolbox and my sheets from school. Like a knight in shining armour. Except, he was more of a modern day knight - with a cowboy duster, and the ability to turn anything remotely bad into something amazingly good. Now… now I had Dimitri; his strength, his support, and his belief.

But I still wasn't about to fall into that trap.

"Just drop it – please Dimitri." My voice held a plaintive note, and I sighed in relief as he nodded and buried his nose in my hair.

"I'll drop it – for now."

Knowing that's the best I'll get, I smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to his chest before I shut my eyes and hoped that the dreams would stay out of my mind this time.


"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Stan was standing at the front of the class, his face bright red as he roared at us in an attempt at getting the class to fall silent.

And he achieved his goal, as everyone stopped talking to stare at him in shock… for a few seconds before they lost interest and started up their own conversations once again.

A vein pulsed in his forehead, and I actually felt sorry for the man.

Even though he isn't the nicest person in the world, he does a pretty good job at teaching us what we need to know so we can pass each module, which contributes towards our overall grades. But it's his attitude that rubs people up the wrong way. He's unnecessarily aggressive, with a mile-wide mean streak, which immediately gets his students backs up.

I giggled and leant into Dimitri's chest, a smile breaking across my face as he kissed the top of my head and wrapped an arm around my waist, to squeeze me gently before straightening himself out. Though some, practically all, of the class now know that we're a couple; neither of us is keen to flout our relationship in front of them. There's no need to.

"Poor Stan," he murmurs sympathetically. "They should really listen to him."

"I said SILENCE!"

I snorted. "Looks like 'poor Stan' has it under control."

The room fell silent once more as Stan stood at the front of the class, breathing heavily, with his hands curled into fists.

"I am trying to teach you what you need to know, so that you can pass your modules, and ultimately, pass this section of the course! But you don't seem to be interested! You are all adults, yet I've seen better behaviour in primary school children, or better yet, toddlers in nursery! Why the hell is that? You need to go home, and have a long hard think about what this qualification means to you. And if it really means that little, don't bother coming back. This lesson is over for today, and I will give handouts of what we should have covered to Alberta to give to you on Wednesday. Whether you do the work or not is up to you." And with one last hate-filled glare, he packs up his sheets, logs off of his computer and storms out of the classroom.

There's silence for a minute, as everyone stares after him in shocked amazement. We're still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Stan to come back in to the classroom and start barking at us to do our work.

He doesn't.

Surprisingly, I'm the first to move. It's obvious now, that Stan really did mean what he said, but what's more surprising is the fact that everyone's sat here waiting for him to some back and continue the lesson. What on Earth is the point in irritating the man to that point, expecting him to put up with it, and then, when he's left, waiting for him to come back and teach the lesson that he should have been teaching in the first place?

Dimitri follows my lead, and we walk out of the classroom, hand in hand, as it finally starts to dawn on the others that Stan really isn't coming back. Then we hear the rushed scraping of chairs and the rustling of papers as the rest of the class rush to leave after us, not wanting to waste a minute of the early finish.

"So what do you want to do?"

He looks down at me, an amused smile playing at the corners of his gorgeous lips. "It's a nice night, and we have an hour to spare. Why don't we go for a walk?"

Even though I groan and protest, Dimitri keeps hold of my hand and forces my unwilling feet to keep walking past his car and out of the school gates.

As we round the corner, he lets go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulder and draw me close, before his hand slips down to hold my waist. We walk in a companionable silence, each lost in our own thoughts, but happy and comfortable to be in each other's presence.

"Roza..."

"Yep?"

"What do you want to do to celebrate your birthday?"

I ponder that question seriously before I answer. "To be honest, there's nothing that I really want to do." I laughed at his incredulous face. "I know, I know. I'm that boring. It's part and parcel of growing up."

"As you have often told me, being boring is optional, and you are anything but boring. There's nowhere you'd like to go? Nothing you'd like to see?"

I shook my head and smiled lightly. "I already have everything I want." At his sceptical glance I held my hands up defensively. "I mean it! What would be great would be to just spend a quiet day with you and the kids. That's all I want. No drama. No hassle. No rushing around. Just the people I love and care about, sharing the day with me. Along with a tub of Häagen Daz and a few funny, feel good films."

"You don't want anything more..." He groped for the right word. "...special?"

"Spending time with you is special. And spending time with the kids is special too. My happy little family and me."

He pulled me to a stop then, right in the middle of the street, outside the train station. He stared at me incredulously once again, before gazing at the train station intently.

"Let's go on a day trip."

"Right now?"

He laughed then. "No. On your birthday. We'll take the kids and go somewhere that none of us have ever been before."

A grin started to pull at my lips, and he knew that he had me. "Okay."

"But you have to promise me one thing." I started to frown, but he carried on speaking. "It's nothing bad or incriminating, I swear." The frown left my face and he smiled down at me, mischief and sincerity clear to see in his deep brown eyes. "Promise me that for that night at least, you'll let me book a babysitter and whisk you away."

"To do what?"

"It's a secret."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Then I'm not going."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I won't."

"I know you, Roza. You'll go whether I tell you why or not."

I eyeballed him for a good minute. "You had this planned out from the start, didn't you? You knew that I'd agree."

He grinned wryly. "I just wanted to make sure that you hadn't already organised anything."

"Like you wouldn't have known if I did."

"It doesn't hurt to check and make sure."

"Whatever." I took his hand again and we headed back towards the school. "So... where are we going to go?"

"Where do you want to go?"

I thought about it. "I wouldn't mind going to the seaside, but the weather here is too unpredictable."

"We could go anyway. Just because we'd be there, it doesn't necessarily mean that we have to go to the beach."

I wrinkled my nose. "But if we didn't go to the beach, it would feel like a wasted trip."

"Well... where else would you like to go?"

"London? I've been there quite a few times before, but I'd love to go again. Or Nottingham?" We walked the last few minutes in silence. "Why don't we just get up on the day, and decide when we get to the train station? When we get there, the next train that's leaving, we'll buy tickets for and go."

"Deal." He grinned and kissed me before opening the passenger side door for me, like a true gentleman.

Once I was buckled up and Dimitri had started the engine, my mind drifted back to a week before, the memory of our first time together resurfacing in my mind.

* * * FLASHBACK * * *

I woke up the next morning, enclosed in Dimitri's arms with my leg still wrapped around his waist.

It continually amazes me, even though it's the morning after and the harshness of reality should have struck, that we fit together so perfectly, and at risk of sounding like a cheesy old movie… like we were made for each other.

Dimitri's usually fierce, protective face is calm and relaxed… softer in the early morning light that's peeking through the gap between the curtains.

Unable to help myself, and unwilling to stop, my hand reaches out on its own accord to tuck away some of the hair that's fallen across his face during the night, before tracing his stoic features. The strong bridge of his nose that lead down to his full lips. His high cheekbones that compliment his strong jaw-

His eyes opened then, revealing his chocolate brown irises and a small, satisfied smile broke across his face as his mind registered what he was seeing and he woke up fully.

"Good morning." His voice was a soft whisper as he leant forward to brush his lips against mine and pull me into his arms even more.

"Good morning." I grinned and kissed his chin. "I don't think it's possible for us to get any closer, do you?"

A little wrinkle of confusion built up on his forehead, and so I let my eyes drift down to where our bodies were still joined, as a clue. A light laugh burst from his chest as understanding covered his face instead, and he leant forwards to rest his forehead against mine.

"It doesn't hurt to try." He kissed my forehead before nuzzling his face into my hair. "I can't get enough of you, Roza. Your smile, your smell, your touch… I can't live without it, and I don't want to try." His hand started to trail up and down my back languidly as he inhaled deeply and turned his face to the side so that he could press his lips to my temple. "I want to wake up like this every day - staring into your beautiful chestnut brown eyes, with you in my arms, safe and sound."

I freed one of my hands, and used it to turn his face back to mine so our eyes could meet. "Then stay. Don't leave. I want to wake up like this too, in your arms, and I want to fall asleep in the same way. And if that's what you want, then for as long as I'm able, that's what I'll give."

He leant forwards once again so that our foreheads could touch as he stared into my eyes. "I want that forever, Roza. I- I-"

"MUMMY!" The shout from the bedroom interrupted whatever he'd been about to say.

Instead, he sighed and pulled back after pressing a lingering kiss to my lips. "I'll start breakfast."

* * * END FLASHBACK * * *

I drifted out of my daydream as the song lyrics playing on the car radio actually registered in my mind.

I ain't afraid to drown, if that means I'm deep up in your ocean, yeah
Girl I'll drink you down, sipping on your body all night
I just wanna take your legs an' wrap them round-

That hit a little too close to home, especially after the memory that had haunted me since Dimitri had woken me up this morning.

Dimitri was bobbing his head along to the beat, not paying attention to what was actually being said.

I'ma kiss you right, yea, yeah
I'm gon lick all night, yea, yeah
Girl, when I'm inside yea, yeah
Yeah girl, you heard what I said-

"Can we change the channel please?"

"Why?" He turned his attention from the road for a second so he could look at me questioningly.

"Are you actually listening to what's being said? Have you heard these lyrics?"

He paused to listen, his head cocked to the side, and a slight blush worked its way up to grace his cheeks as the song continued.

Anytime you want it
I'm ready and willin' gotta give it
I start to lick on your body
You go to trembling
Move around girl, let me get it from the side
And can I visit all those spots you like
Your neck, your back, your sexy lips
booty and thighs

"Oh."

I laughed nervously. "Yeah."

He changed the channel and the soothing notes of one of Alicia Keys' piano intros filled the silence.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

His voice sounded slightly strained, and I couldn't help but giggle.


"Do you want to have some dessert, Katrina?"

Her bright blue eyes dart nervously over to Dimitri, who's laughing with Sophia as he tries to wipe her messy fingers and clean her face, before she looks at me and nods.

"Yes please."

I smile warmly at her, even though my stomach churns with unease.

She's been like this all night, even when talking with Alyssa. Whenever someone asks her a question, or simply tries to engage her in the conversation or activities, her eyes flit to Dimitri and fill with fear. It's an expression that strikes too close to home, and as the evening wears on, I find myself becoming angrier and angrier at her mother, who's obviously had someone in her life who's threatened her kids at some point. Katrina's fear of Dimitri is plain to see, and so, for the entire night he's kept a polite distance from her, so that she and Alyssa can try to enjoy their sleepover.

"What would you like? We have ice cream, jelly, and cake."

Once again, she steals a worried glance in Dimitri's direction. She waits for a few seconds, gnawing on her thumbnail, but when she sees that he's not going to do anything, her tiny shoulders relax, and she and Alyssa launch into a full-scale debate over which is better to have out of the three.

They finally decide on having 'a little bit' of everything, but once it's served, they stuff themselves until they're full to bursting.

A little while later, groans of satisfaction are emitted from the sofa, where they're both sprawled out watching television. Tom's been suffering from a heavy chest cold, and so has been off school, sleeping most of the past three days away. Sophia seems to have come down with a less serious version, and so she's been bathed and put to bed earlier than normal.

I want to talk to Katrina alone, to confirm my suspicions; and so, once I've convinced them that it's time to go to bed because they have school the next day, Katrina has her shower first, and while Alyssa is in the bathroom I ask Katrina to come into the front room with me. Dimitri's waiting in the kitchen, so that she doesn't feel intimidated any more than she already does with him simply being in the house.

Katrina follows me into the front room, and to help lower the tension and encourage her to relax, I get her to sit on the sofa. Then comes the hard part. I bring over one of the dining table chairs and place it opposite her to sit on myself. Close enough to comfort her if she needs it, but far enough that she doesn't feel as though I'm invading her personal space.

I take one of her small hands in mine, and offer up what I hope is a reassuring smile before I start to talk.

"Katrina, I wanted to talk to you about something, would that be okay?"

She nods, her blue eyes wide and understanding.

"If at any point you don't want to talk about it anymore, then let me know and I'll stop, okay?"

She nods once again, and so I take a deep breath and start.

"Is everything okay... at home?"

She nods her head quickly, but her eyes flicker away from mine and her hands ball into fists.

"Are you sure?"

She nods once again, and I move on in my line of questioning, knowing that she's not going to reveal anything about her home life to me.

"Why are you afraid of Dimitri? Has he done anything to upset you?"

She shakes her head fervently, almost violently, and her eyes meet mine. "No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to act like that."

"Sorry for what? Act like what?" Her voice is a pitiful wail, and I'm taken aback by the direction that the conversation has taken. "What's wrong honey?"

Her tiny face crumples, but she keeps on going. "Please don't call my mum to come get me tonight. I didn't mean to make you mad. I'll do better, I promise!"

"Katrina, sweetie, you've not done anything wron-" I cut off and reach forwards to pull her into my arms as she continues to wail and tears start to slide down her cheeks. Her tiny frame shakes uncontrollably as I cradle her in my lap and she leans into me and sobs fully. Her hands are fisted into my shirt, clinging to me as she repeats herself, over and over again, promising me that she won't mess up again, so long as I don't call her mum to come get her.

I just nod and hold her in my arms, rubbing her back gently as she cries herself out. All I can do is offer her the reassurance that she's safe, and that I'm not going to send her home tonight, and that nothing's going to happen. Once she stops trembling and her breathing returns to normal, I tilt her face up, press a kiss to her forehead and wipe away her tears.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on at home now?"

She nods, and her lip quivers, but she starts to talk. Her voice is shaky from her tears, and a few more slide down her cheeks, but that doesn't stop her.

"My dad's back."

She rests her head on my shoulder and I stroke her hair soothingly. "And that's a bad thing?"

She nods, and then shakes her head. "I suppose not, but I don't like it when he's here." Her voice is such a quiet whisper; I have to strain my hearing to catch what she's saying.

"Does he- does he hurt you? Or hit you? Do anything that he's not supposed to?"

"No, he doesn't really say anything to me. He spends all of his time with my mum and Daniel. He doesn't like me." Her voice is sad and lonely, filled with the knowledge that it's possible that neither of her parents wants her. "But my mum's more mean when he comes around."

"What does she do?" My voice is equally as soft and quiet. I don't want to cause her anymore upset than she's already been through, but she needs to tell someone.

"She shouts at me. And she always tells me off. Even when I haven't done anything wrong. And I get told off because I haven't done things properly, but I have! She makes me tidy up Daniels stuff and- and-" Her breath hitches as her voice becomes hysterical with her need for me to understand what she's saying.

I nod and kiss her forehead again.

"I know honey. It's not your fault. She shouldn't make you do all of that, or treat you like that." The tension drains out of her body and I hug her closer. "Why is she meaner when your dad's around?"

She shrugs this time before answering. "I don't know. He's not really interested in me, unless he wants to show off to his work friends. Otherwise he just stares at me with a look of disgust, like I'm not good enough. My dad's not very nice. He's mean too. He's always saying mean things with my mum about another lady and how mean he is to her. They laugh about her and it makes me feel bad because they shouldn't say those bad words about other people."

"Does your dad come around often?"

She nods her head and answers with a sleepy mumble. "He comes at random times and stays for a few days before he goes again. He's picking me and Daniel up from school tomorrow, but I don't want him to. I just want him to go away."

"I know, sweetie."

Her head droops as I lift her up and carry her into the bedroom before laying her down at the opposite end of the bed to Alyssa.

"Would you like to stay over more often? I could ask your mum if you could stay over once a week? Or even on a Friday night until the Monday morning?"

She nods sleepily as I brush her fringe out of her face and tuck the covers around her.

"Yes please."

"Okay, sweetie. Try to get some sleep."

She nods once again and burrows under the covers slightly more as I kiss them both on the crown of their heads before checking on Sophia and Tom.

As I slip out of the room I hear one last sleepy murmur.

"I wish you were my mum."


Adrian POV.

I smiled and kissed Camille's shoulder as my hand caressed her bare hip.

Daniel was asleep in his room and Katelyn, or whatever her name was, was out somewhere, staying with one of her 'friends'. How on Earth the girl had any friends, I'd never know, but if it meant that she was out of our hair for a night, then that was fine with me.

Camille's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath back.

Her skin and mine was flushed with a thin layer of sweat from the rough, heady rounds of sex we'd just had, but I could see from the hungry look in her eyes that the night was far from over. It was a look that my gaze echoed.

I'd only been able to be with Camille, whenever I wanted, in the past two years. Since my divorce with the slut had been finalised.

Before then, I'd had to sneak out and see her; for fear that Rose would find out and ruin me, financially and otherwise. I needed my money to provide for my family, Camille and my son.

It was a shame that I'd even ended up married to Rose in the first place. If I hadn't been so stupid as to get her knocked up in the first place, I wouldn't have had to bring her with me down here to Leicester. Then, when I met Camille and realised that she was the one for me, I could have had her, and kept Rose just in case things didn't work out. Instead, I'd ended up with three of her brats and a divorce.

Camille mistook my shudder of revulsion for a shiver from the cold, and tugged the covers up until they reached our waists.

I pulled them back down again. "Don't ruin the view."

She laughed and pressed her lips against mine and I melted into the kiss happily.

I'd met Camille on the first day of my course. She was blonde, perky, funny and skinny. The complete opposite to my baggage. Rose said she was 'curvy'. Yeah, curvy was just another word for fat, used by clothing companies to make women buy their shit and feed their bank balances. And with every kid she had, she got curvier and curvier, whereas Camille's body always regained its pre-pregnancy figure. Nice and tight and soft in all the right places.

Camille had caught my eye, and my interest, and kept it. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that I couldn't see her very often, and so she seemed more intriguing and mysterious than she really was. But her perky tits and willingness to please, kept me coming back for more. That and she'd given me a son too, an heir, someone who I could teach everything I knew. A boy, who people would see, and automatically recognise as an Ivashkov. I had a boy by Rose too, but he looked like her, they all did. All they had from me was their eyes, and that wasn't enough.

It was tough keeping Camille a secret, but I managed it. What I hadn't realised though, was that Rose had found out about my affair. When she threw that one at the judge during the divorce proceedings, I'd thought I was done for. Luckily for me, she hadn't, and still didn't, know about my kids. My lawyer was the best out there, and within minutes her argument had been cut down and thrown to the dogs.

A smile grew on my face as her broken expression re-emerged in my memory.

"What are you smiling at?"

A bubble of irritation rose up in me but I swallowed it back down and silenced Camille with a kiss. That was the only thing about her that annoyed me, her need to know everything that was going on. However, I didn't say anything. I was feeling frustrated because the memory of that night in Rose's flat kept popping into my mind, and it wouldn't be fair of me to take it out on Camille.

However, I did need to take out my sexual frustration on someone, and she was all too willing. My hands reached out to pull her flush against my body and I smiled against her lips as I felt myself hardening.

"I'm smiling at the thought of you, all naked and ready for me, and how good you feel when I'm inside."

Lust shone in her eyes and her hungry mouth eagerly attacked mine.

In one smooth motion I was where I wanted to be, and though her body tensed slightly from the sudden intrusion, she didn't complain. I knew I wasn't being as gentle as I could be, but she could handle it. Right now, this was how I needed it. She knew how I liked to fuck, and if she had a problem with it, she knew where the door was.

But she didn't complain, instead, she welcomed me into her body. Her freshly manicured nails digging into my back the way I liked it. Hard enough to draw blood, yet not enough that it left the realm of pleasurable pain. Enough to make me forget my worries and thoughts about Rose.

I smiled once again.

That was my Camille. Always ready and willing to please.


Rose POV.

I was stood in the playground, waiting anxiously for Alyssa and Katrina's class to be dismissed so that Katrina could point her dad out to me.

I hadn't planned on confronting him, but after her reaction last night, I'd found myself getting so worked up and angry that I knew I had to do something about it. Her staying over once a week wasn't going to solve the problem, and there was no way I was going to let her live through another minute of that, if I could help it. It was beyond cruel to put a child through that sort of emotional abuse, to make them live with that sort of heartache. And for Katrina to have absolutely no one there, no safe haven where she felt protected and loved… it was indescribable.

I couldn't understand why people had children, just to treat them like lepers.

The sound of laughter and children's chatter filled the air and my head snapped in the direction of the school building. Subconsciously, my eyes had been roaming over the parents stood in the playground, trying to figure out who was Katrina's long absent father.

"Mum!" Alyssa ran up to me, with Katrina in tow.

"Hey girls. Did you have a good day?"

They both nodded and proceeded to tell me every little detail, so that I had the full account.

"It sounds like you had a very busy day indeed." They nodded at me before grinning at each other. "Katrina, where's your father?"

She glanced around, that nervous glint coming back into her eyes before she pointed to a figure standing on the other side of the playground. "He's with Daniel."

"Well let's go over then."

I was trying to sound tougher than I felt, but it must have worked because her little back straightened slightly and she threw her hair back. Then she smiled up and hugged me. "Thank you."

I smiled back and returned the hug. "You're welcome."

Alyssa took one of my hands and Katrina followed suit, taking my other hand as we made our way across the playground.

I saw Katrina's brother Daniel before I saw her father. He was stood with his back to us, talking to one of the teachers, and we waited a polite distance away for their conversation to finish. Alyssa and Katrina had let go of my hands so that they could face each other and talk, and so I used the time I had to study him.

He was tall, but not as tall as Dimitri, with a fairly muscular build. His clothes fitted him well and looked expensive, as did his shoes. He had light, sandy brown hair, that was ruffled, though whether that was from the wind or because it was styled that way, I couldn't tell. In fact, it almost reminded me of the casually messy style that Adrian liked.

Adrian?

A knot of unease formed in my stomach as I looked the guy over once more. It couldn't be possible, could it? It had to be a coincidence, and the two men just seemed very similar from the back.

The conversation finished, and as the teacher walked off, Daniel motioned towards me, to let his dad know that someone was waiting for him.

My stomach dropped as bright emerald green eyes, the same eyes as those of my children, met mine.

"Dad. Alyssa's mum wants to talk to-"

"Dad? What are you doing-"

Both mine and Adrian's eyes flickered to the two girls who were staring at each other in shock before his flickered to mine once again. Shock and unease was clear to see in his. This was obviously one of his dirty little secrets, one that he'd been keen to hide from me.

I guess this was a surprise for all of us.

And suddenly, all of the pieces clicked together as white hot fury flooded my veins. I had to grit my teeth and clench my fists to stop myself from launching my body across the few feet that separated us, and beating the shit out of the pathetic weasel stood before me.

"So Adrian. You didn't tell me that your kids came to this school."


Dun dun dunnnnnn! :D

The lyrics used were from the song Wet The Bed by Chris Brown.