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Okay, chapter:
Chapter 28 – Calling All Stalkers II
"Thanks." I grinned, remembering the evening.
Dimitri and I stood outside my apartment, saying goodbye. I had already opened the door but I hadn't walked in. I was reluctant to leave the night behind. Dimitri had, to my great amusement, taken me to Tapenada. The waiters seemed to remember us. Or maybe they just remembered me. All the same, they treated us like we were two times bombs with only twenty seconds left.
It had been a fun night, talking and laughing at some things that I would normally consider ridiculous. Wine and candlelight – it had shocked me at first – had gone to my head and now I was in a very good mood. I kind of felt like a character out of a book, ready to swoon into Dimitri's arms.
"You're welcome." His dark eyes sparkled with good humour. He didn't seem too affected by the wine but he'd been drinking too. I sighed, leaning against the doorframe, making my dithering even more obvious.
Dimitri chuckled and moved to me, cupping my face in his hands and brushing his lips against mine. He pulled away, leaving me pouting and wanting more than just that. He laughed outright at my expression.
"What?" I asked, put out.
"It's nothing."
I stood on my toes so I could reach his lips and even then he had to bend down so I could kiss him. Even though he clearly wanted to keep it chaste – I had no idea why – I threw my arms around his neck and dragged him further down toward me.
"Roza," he murmured warningly against my lips, trying to pull away. I tightened my grip and sang victory in my head. I'm sure he could have pulled away if he really wanted to but he seemed to just surrender, wrapping his arms around my waist and then snaking one of his hands up my back to tangle in my hair. He kissed me back, encouraging me to make the decision I'd been deliberating on since last night.
After a few seconds of passionate kissing I decided I really couldn't take it anymore. Burning inside I pulled him through the doorway, a fistful of his shirt clutched in my hand as I dragged him into the lounge room.
"Door," he murmured, pulling away from me. I followed him back through the entry way and he closed and locked said door. I pulled him back to me as soon as he turned around, the desire and passion flaring inside of me.
He didn't fight me at all, letting me lead him through the hall and into my room. My heart thundered in my chest when he finally just lifted me off the floor and strode to the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and refused to move even when he lay me down. The kissing grew in intensity, as I moved my hands to the buttons of his shirt. It was incredibly hard to focus on the simple task. Harder than it should have been. Finally I had all the buttons undone and I pushed him off me, straddling him as I ran my fingers down is toned stomach. This man was hot.
His fingers lightly brushed under the hem of my shirt, warning me before he pulled it over my head and threw it down to the floor. I was suddenly incredibly grateful I'd put on one of my black bra's this morning.
"Roza," he murmured, pulling me down to him so he could kiss me again. He kissed me in a way I'd never been kissed before, a branding kiss that told me I was his. And that he was mine. We rolled so he was once again hovering above me, supporting most of his weight and placing feather light kisses on my collarbone, tracing down to my shoulder, then further down my chest...
"Rose?"
Dimitri was off the bed in a flash, pulling me up beside him. I gave him a half-hearted smile, annoyed at the interruption but also amused. Who was I kidding? Dimitri and I were always interrupted just when it was getting hot. It's not like this time – when things were so close – we would be left alone.
"Yeah?" I called, grabbing my shirt off the floor. Dimitri had already buttoned up his shirt and held the door open for me.
"Oh. You are home," she sang. I attempted to walk out the door but Dimitri snagged my waist and prevented me from taking another step.
"Yeah, only just got h-here."
Dimitri's lips were on my neck again, making more of a barrier between me and the outside world than his arms.
"I thought you would've gotten back a while ago. You won't believe what happened tonight." I knew that if I had been standing out there with Lissa, she would be glowing with happiness.
"Yeah," I managed to say weakly. I couldn't care less. Dimitri was running his hands up and down my sides and across my stomach. Under my shirt.
"Christian took me to this really nice place," she informed me.
"Oh?" I don't think I could have managed words of more than one syllable, even if I had wanted to. I wondered if she heard the breathless catch in my voice. Dimitri did. He pushed my back to the wall and continued kissing my neck.
"It was beautiful," she sighed happily. "There were flowers and candles and... oh it was perfect!"
"Hmm." Dimitri's fingers were dancing along the waistband of my jeans and I suddenly wanted desperately for him to stop. Lissa wasn't going to be leaving any time soon and I was going crazy just standing here.
"What's wrong?" he asked, hot breath skittering across my skin. I had moved away from him by about an inch. There was no way I could keep standing here and pretend I was paying my full attention to Lissa. I knew he knew exactly what was wrong by the amused glint in his dark eyes.
"There was music and dancing as well," she added. "I would never have thought he would go so far!"
I wondered if Lissa knew that I was thinking the exact same thing when Dimitri pressed against me, stopping any chance or thought of escape.
"Yeah," I muttered, unable to keep up any more conversation. "Dimitri," I whispered teasingly drawing his attention away from my body for just a second.
"What?" he breathed, watching me curiously.
"Kiss me?" I smiled coyly and slipped my arms around his neck.
"I thought you were talking to Lissa?" he asked. But he inched closer to me, his eyes darting down to my lips.
"She won't mind," I muttered, my eyes half closed. "Really."
He was smiling when our lips met and the kiss became playful and fun, but nowhere near the intensity we had shared on the bed. There was no plan to have sex know and I seriously doubted it would escalate with Lissa separated from us by a plaster wall. It was fun though, pleasant.
"Rose?" Lissa was standing in the hallway, staring at us in a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Reluctantly, Dimitri pulled away from me and gave Lissa a polite smile.
"Hey Liss," I said happily, pushing myself away from the wall.
"Sorry," she said dubiously, unsure as to whether or not she should disappear.
"It's alright," I lied. Dimitri chuckled, knowing full well that it was not alright with me. He started walking down the hall and this time it was my turn to be reluctant. I followed him grudgingly, knowing that nothing was going to happen tonight anyway.
"Sorry," Lissa repeated softly, smiling slightly.
Dimitri turned and looked at me when he opened the door. There was a slightly wistful look in his eyes that warred with frustration and amusement.
"Bye," I spoke first, knowing that otherwise we'd be here for a while.
"Goodbye." He smiled at me and then stepped through the doorway, closing it behind him.
I sighed heavily.
"Were you..." Lissa hesitated. "Were you listening to a word I was saying?"
"Vaguely," I waved my hand flippantly. "You had a great night?"
Lissa smiled patiently. "Yes. It was beautiful. How was your night?"
There was no way I'd use the word 'beautiful' to describe any kind of date. "Amusing."
Lissa gave me a puzzled look but didn't ask any questions.
"Have the beauties returned?" Adrian's irritating sing song voice interrupted our conversation, no matter how brief or unyielding.
"We're back, Adrian." I rolled my eyes as our neighbour opened the door, slamming it against the wall and swooping into the apartment. He scooped me up in his arms before I knew what was happening.
"Rose, oh my Rose!" he sang, swinging me around the room. He smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, though honestly, what else did I expect? "You return, my love!"
"Adrian I swear I will call the police," I growled, smacking his head with my hand. "Put me down!"
Adrian winced from the blow and placed me lightly on the couch. "What would you tell them?" he asked, in pain yet clearly amused by my threat.
"That drunkard is molesting me," I snapped, righting myself.
Adrian slapped a hand over his heart in his favourite melodramatic, insulted gesture. "I am not, under any circumstances, a drunkard!" he declared.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever," I conceded too resigned to argue.
The phone rang, stopping Adrian from speaking and I dove for it before Lissa could answer and deny me an excuse to ignore him.
"Hello?"
"Hey," a bright male voice answered. "I'm Dylan."
"Rose," I replied shortly, confusion evident in my tone. Who the hell was Dylan?
"I have a message for you," the guy informed me, the cheer leaving his voice. "But it's not from me," he assured me. "It's from some other guy."
"Okay," I leaned against the bench, waiting for the message.
"It's... weird," Dylan laughed nervously, "but a friend asked me to do it. Y'know how that is, right? But it's not from him either. Someone paid him to do it."
"Oh." I raised my eyebrows. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to stop me from finding out who they were. "Shoot."
"Here it is: 'I know everything. I love you. Don't worry, I'll be there soon.'"
The message, even though it was said in such a light tone, pissed me off. "I know who it's from," I snapped, taking my anger out on poor Dylan. "Thanks for the message."
I hung up the phone and turned to Adrian, more irritated than angry.
"What?" he asked innocently, leaning against the wall.
"Tell me why. Why do you find it so impossible to walk the length of ten metres just to talk to me? Why must you waste time?"
Adrian looked puzzled. "I did walk here. What, do you think I bought a car so I could drive here? Where would I park?" He looked around comically, as though expecting a garage to appear.
"Adrian," I said through gritted teeth, my patience running thin. "Don't play dumb. You left me a message?" It was, once again, expensive and pointless. Extremely Adrian.
"No," his puzzled expression threw me off guard.
"You didn't?"
"You didn't?" Lissa seemed as surprised as me as she repeated my words.
"No." He looked between the two of us. It seemed we were all a little left in the dark this time. "It was probably one of your other boyfriends."
There were so many things I wanted to tell him right then – like I only had one boyfriend, if he was a boyfriend at all, that he wasn't one of them and that I didn't want him to be – but I was still a little off balance.
"That guy called earlier," Lissa said, seeming to only just recall this fact. "He didn't want to leave a message because he thought it was weird."
I completely agreed. "Well, it wouldn't have been weird, if I knew who was leaving the message."
Lissa shrugged. "I don't know," she offered as an explanation.
Adrian mimicked her shrug. "I'm just as clueless as you regarding this. Have you got any ex-boyfriends back in Montana?"
I rolled my eyes. "Adrian, I've got heaps of ex-boyfriends in Montana. Mason was one of them."
Adrian snickered. "Someone's haunting you Rosie."
As he said it an unsettling feeling made a nest in my stomach. I had a feeling it wasn't going to let up until I knew who the mysterious caller was.
On a brighter note:
I'm sorry. I am very well aware that it's been a long time and its going to be an even longer time until I update again because it's almost the weekend and on the weekend I have no access to computers then.
I was wondering, are any of you people on .com? Just an idle thought.
Thanks for reading, now you all have to review. I'm feeling a little unloved because – like the idiot I am – I decided to look at the reviews on the Twilight fanfictions and.... Whoa.
