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Enjoy and see you on Monday!

One week passed since Dimitri told me that he loves me and I confessed my love for him too. And it has been one of the most wonderful weeks of my life. All I am feeling are butterflies and I get lightheaded each time he is around and everything is amazing. He is all I ever wished. It's so funny that it took us so much to realize this. No, not to realize it. To actually say it out loud to each other. And I wasted so much time denying what I really felt for him and thinking a lot of bad things about him, not wanting to believe that he really changed and besides that, in our stupidity, we just misunderstood for so long the other one, making each other's life hard and wasted so much time, simply because none of us was ready to give up on their pride and admit things out loud. But it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing that happened before does. What it is important now is that we are together and we are very happy.

People talked about us quite a lot. They still do, but we are simply ignoring them. It's easier like this. The media is still a little pain in the ass but you can get rid of them pretty easily. What I didn't like for these past days were the people around the building who keep on whispering and gossiping and elbowing each other each time Dimitri and I passed them, or even when I was getting past them alone. But I'll give this to them: I would have done the same in their position, being in shock at seeing him with someone new and I would have wondered how long Dimitri's new woman would stick around. And trust me, I am going to stick around for a long time, I can feel it. I never want to let go of him and he doesn't seem willing to do that either. But things settled down pretty fast and almost no one is bothering with this subject anymore. They got used to the fact that we are a thing now and the gossip eventually ceased. At least the most of it. Because, of course, there are some bitches around the office too, who are throwing me all-knowingly glances and nasty smiles and even call me jokingly ''the one'' when they think I can't hear them. But I do. And they annoy the shit out of me, no matter how hard I try to ignore them. I warned them that one day one of them is going to end up bald, but they simply don't care. I just wish that they would fucking leave but I am so not going to be the Tasha-type kind of girlfriend that thinks that if her man is the owner of the business she can go around and fire whoever she wants. I didn't even tell him anything about them because I can fight them in so many other ways, and if they will not stop, I will not hesitate to. The other, nicer girls from the office excitedly asked me how I ended up being Dimitri's girlfriend the first time they caught me alone and I just told them that it simply happened. Because this was the truth. Who would have thought that getting a job would bring me the love of my life? So, we just happened. And he is the most wonderful thing that haphazardly happened to me.

As I am putting some papers in order for the quite busy day ahead of us, the phone on my desk rings. Again. And again. And again. Fuck. This phone hasn't stopped ringing for the past week. It must be that bastard again, who is just shamelessly calling me and asking me a ton of questions about Dimitri and me, especially about our love life. And I am so done with his shit. I answer the phone at its third ringing.

"Yes! Fuck! He makes me scream his name every fucking single night! Are you happy now that you finally know how good he fucks me? Now, will you please stop fucking calling me?"

''Hello, Roza.'' the person from the other ends says amused.

''Dimitri? Is that you?''

''Mhm.''

"Oh, shit. Sorry. I thought it was that guy again comrade. What happened? You need something?''

''Come to my office.'' He says with a serious tone.

''Is there something urgent? I have a thing to do right now.'' Not that it would take me a lot to finish it, but I still want to be done with it.

''Yeah, it is very important.'' He says bothered.

''Okay. One second. I am coming now.''

I end the call and let everything I was doing and enter his office. I approach his bureau but he doesn't do a thing, just sits there, watching me come closer, with a little smile on his lips, probably lingering from what he heard me say earlier. But there doesn't seem to be anything on fire around here. He seems way too relaxed, comparing his tone at the phone with his actual expression.

''What's the matter?''

''Nothing. I just wanted to see you, beautiful.'' Aw, he's so sweet when he does things like these. And he always takes his time to make a cute thing when we are at the office, even if it just for a second when he watches me during a long boring presentation he has to hold, giving me a reassuring smile that my torture will soon get to an end or when he gets out of his office just to give me a little kiss and asks me how I am doing or he is sending me some texts asking me if I have eaten anything when I am way too busy to even notice the hours passing. But I can't help myself not to play with him a little now.

''Really?'' I say and cross my hands over my chest. ''This is why you called me in here?'' he nods smiling. ''You know, some of us have some work to do around here. I can't afford to waste any time. My boss might cut my salary if I am slacking off.''

He gets up from his chair and comes closer to me, placing his hands on my hips and gluing me to him, getting his forehead on mine and looking me in the eyes. I let go of my teasing plan and smile silly as I look into his deep eyes that watch me like there isn't anything else important in this room. Gosh, I can't get enough of this thing.

''Oh, I'll talk with him. I heard he's a nice guy.''

''Don't you say?'' I ask biting my bottom lip already. The thing is that I can't resist him for long when he is so close to me.

''Mhm. He'll give you a break anytime, trust me. And what work do you have to do now anyway?'' he passes a hand through my hair and stops just where it ends on my back, starting to pass his fingers along my shirt.

''Um, getting the papers ready for that meeting.''

''That meeting takes place on Monday. So you have plenty of time to take care of it.'' He lifts his head off mine and unbuttons the first button of my shirt, revealing a little part of my bra. So he wants to play. Fine. Let's play then.

''Then, I need to call that manufacturer.'' I button it up. He lifts an eyebrow questioningly.

''No you don't. I already spoke to him.'' He opens it one more time.

''Well, then I need to go talk with Rita.'' I close the button again and he frowns. This thing starts to bother him and I enjoy it way too much. Everything gets better when you tease someone.

''Yeah? About what?'' another time. He's not going to give up easily, right? When I try to button it up, he doesn't let me and gets my hands out of the way, placing them on his chest and I am happy to roam freely on his silky shirt as he does his thing.

''About a thing.'' I get one finger just under his collar and trace up the line of his collarbone and he opens one more button.

''What thing?'' one more.

''A thing.''

He smiles knowingly. He got me and he knows it. ''There's no thing.'' The last button gets opened and he drags the edges of my shirt to the sides, revealing my chest.

''Fine. There's no thing.'' I say defeated.

''So, you're not busy right now.'' He gets his hands under my shirt and draws lines on my back, moving slowly. I sigh lightly and prop my chin on his shoulder.

''No I am not.''

His mouth gets close to my ear. ''Then, would you like to be?'' then he tickles my neck with his nose. God, it's so easy for him to turn me on. All he needs is a few seconds.

I pull away. ''Hm, let's see. Do you have any suggestions Mister Belikov?'' he gives me a devilish smile.

''So many. You just have to pick one.''

''Nah. I think I already have one.'' I say and pull him down by his tie and press our lips together.

He pulls away for a second. "But first tell me something. Who is the one making you scream his name every fucking single night?" he asks me trying to seem bothered. Oh, damn you Dimitri. He knows he has so many reasons to be this proud of himself.

"You." I say smiling playfully as I am pushing him back towards his chair.

A while later, I am still in Dimitri's office but now we are only busy with working on those papers for the meeting on Monday, and my phone rings. It's Lissa.

''Hey, Liss! Aren't you at work? Did something happen?'' she usually doesn't call unless it is completely necessary. That hospital has a very strict telephone policy, so it means that something is not as it should be.

''Yeah! Oh my God, I am so happy!'' in a second, I get excited too even though I have no idea what she wants to tell me, but I can't help it. Her cheerfulness is contagious.

''What? What happened? Tell me!''

''It is Christian."

''What is it with him?''

''He got it!''

''Liss, stop saying three words at a time! Make a damn sentence. I want to understand something.'' And I want to know it all now. My curiosity already hit the roof.

''Christian finally got that job offer on this side of town! He is coming here! And he is going to move in with us!''

I get up from the chair and start to lightly jump around the office as I am squealing excitedly in unison with Lissa, and Dimitri looks at me questioningly. He'll have to get used to me reacting like this. He'll see a lot of this, I am sure. I gesture to him that I will explain all to him later.

''Oh my God, Liss, I am so happy for the two of you! I told you that things would get to be fine in the end. And it didn't last as much as we expected, so this is great! We totally need to celebrate when he gets here. When is he moving in?''

''Well, he has to be at his new job next Monday. So, I don't know, sometime this week probably. I guess that the weekend is the most favorable time. He still needs to put in order some things around there.''

''Cool. I can't wait! Can you imagine? I'll get to piss him off every single day!'' and him to piss me, but that is just some details.

''Yeah, me too. I can't wait for him to come. I miss him so much. Oh, crap. I'll leave you now, a kid just threw up. See you tonight. Love you.'' she says hurriedly and I know that she already put the phone down but I still respond, just in case she might hear me.

''Fine, fine. Love you too. Have a nice day!''

I close the phone and sit down again, resuming to what I was doing before getting this wonderful news. This is so cool. Lately, I really got what Lissa meant when she said that she missed Christian very much when he was away for the week, as I can't stay away from Dimitri for too long. All I do, I want to be close to him. And now Lissa can finally have Christian around all the time and she won't be so upset about not being with him and they can finally have a happier relationship as he will move in and- Oh. Crap. He is moving in. But where would they stay? No, not they. Where will I stay? That is the real question. There is not enough space for the three of us in that apartment. My smile disappears as I realize this. Well, I will surely not stay in their way. I'll have to move out. And it seems that I have waaay less than a week to find a place. Just two fucking days.

Ugh, it is going to suck so much. I frown and focus all my irritation on a pen on the bureau. I so don't want to go apartment hunting. My first experience with that wasn't very pleasant and I didn't actually physically did it. And even though, it took Lissa and I almost two months to find a decent apartment in this town that didn't look like it was going to fall on us at the first movement and at a reasonable price. We did that through correspondence with a nice patient lady, God bless her soul, that showed us everything around a lot of apartments and finally ended up renting us the apartment we live in now. How am I going to do this in only two days?

''Is something wrong?'' oh, Dimitri. I forgot about him for a second while I was deep in my thoughts.

I give him a warm smile to dissipate his concern. ''Oh, no.'' but then I think things again and sigh. ''Yeah. Maybe. I don't know. It's just Christian, Lissa's boyfriend, I told you about him. He is going to move in with us. And this is amazing for her; there is no problem with that so far. But for me, well, it's not. Like, at all. I don't want to be the third wheel in there. As you know, we only have a room and there is not enough space for the three of us in it. Plus, it would be super weird. It would be too crowded if you know what I mean. I mean, you know, they are young and in love. And I am not going to let that poor guy sleep on the sofa either. So, I need to find an apartment. And he is moving in this weekend. Where am I going to find an apartment so fast? It's Thursday already for fuck's sake!''

''I can help you with this.''

''Really? Would you do this for me?''

He smiles. ''Of course I would, Rose.''

I get up my chair and get to him, sitting on his lap and take him into my embrace, squeezing him tight. What would I do without him? ''You are my hero Dimitri. I really have no idea how I could have dealt with that. What are we going to do? Do you know someone that rents apartments or what?''

''I was thinking about something else.'' He caresses my cheek and I smile lightly. Whatever idea he has, I am all ears.

''What is it?''

''I was thinking that you could move in with me. Only if you want to.''

Isn't this a little too early? I mean, you are together for only a week. I take a look at our entangled hands that are resting on my lap and a smile appears on my face. I love this sight. So what if only a week passed? But is this right? Oh, shut up brain. Why wouldn't it be? We feel good with each other and anyway, until now I have spent most of my nights at his place and it's like we are already living together. So, why wouldn't I move in with him? And his house is so awesome. I will tell him yes. But, aren't you moving too fast? Should I tell him no then? Should we wait some more? Ugh, what do I do? I don't know what to do!

"You don't have to respond now." Dimitri says as he gets a strand of hair behind my ear. Ouch, he saw me thinking about this. I don't want for him to get me wrong. It's not like I don't like this thing. In fact, I like it very much.

"Dimitri, don't get-"

"No, really. It's a big thing. And you can think about it for as long as you want. And there are so many other options if you don't feel like it." He says smiling and his face is telling me that he is going to be okay with any of my answers. I simply love how understanding he is. And only the fact that he offered himself to welcome me into his house means so much for me. It's a big thing for him too. And it's a step he is willing to take. And I didn't do anything to push him. He didn't even have to offer himself to do that. He could have done so many other things instead, but he chose to ask me to move in with him. And you know what? We are not rushing things. It's not like I know him since yesterday. We are going at our own pace. So, things are evolving just the way they should. I smile, already making my mind.

"I'd love to. Really. It would be great to wake up next to you every single day." And I lean over to kiss my wonderful man.

On our last night spend together in that apartment, Lissa and I have a slumber party, just like the ones we used to have when we were teenagers. We put on our cozy pyjamas and our fluffy socks, make a pile of blankets on the sofa and lay there all night long. We watch our favorite movies, eat our usual unhealthy snacks, drink some wine, talk about the good old days, question our existence and wonder if there are aliens (this happened after we got a little drunk) and of course, we cry. Let's be honest. We have spent each day together for the last twenty years and we were soon going to be away from each other (not that far, but still; we are used to seeing each other every single day). Oh, and we were drunk. So, it's obvious that we cried. And then, after some more talking, we fell asleep watching ''Love, Simon''. Too bad. I really wanted to know who Blue was.

Someone is knocking at the door. Ugh. It feels like it is pounding right in my head. Clearly, we had too much Chardonnay last night. I need to find a pill or I am going to kick someone's ass soon. Probably the ass of the one who is knocking impatiently at the door. I get Lissa off me and after I fall off that too damn little sofa, I get to my feet and get to the door and open it in a swift movement, the grudge for being woken up visible on my face.

Oh, it's Dimitri. A smile appears on my face at his sight and I let go of the ass-kicking thing. I was the one who asked him to come around. I didn't know he would come this early, tho.

"Mornin' comrade." I greet him and stretch the stiff muscles on my back as I put my arms around his neck. That sofa needs to burn. Good thing that I won't have to sleep on it ever again. "What time is it?"

"About noon."

"Oh shit." He frowns at me but I ignore it. He still holds on to me not swearing, but I just can't help it sometimes. One of us will have to deal with it sooner or later. And from how well I know myself, he is the one. "We slept so much. Liss! Wake up! Christian will come soon."

She shots up on an instant, some of the blankets falling off the sofa. Damn, we did quite a mess in here.

"What? Is he here? I look like crap. And my head hurts. He can't see me like this." She whines some more and tries to arrange her messy golden hair.

"Liss, just wake up for now, okay? You still have time. He's not here right now."

"Ah, perfect." she responds, turns around and covers herself with the blanket, going back to sleep.

I turn my attention back to Dimitri.

"Come in, don't just stay there. Mi casa es su casa. Or the other way around soon. Leave that. Just get in here." And I drag him inside as he is smiling. Yeah, I might be really funny right now. And I have no idea how I even look. But he still hasn't run away, so it might be okay enough.

"Long night?" he asks after he kisses me lightly.

"Yeah, something like this. Let's go make some coffee, comrade. Nothing else will manage to wake her up." And me either.

At two, Christian made his entrance and that only meant it was my time to leave. But I just couldn't let go that easily. So after we made the proper introductions and the guys seemed to get along just fine, we got to spend some time together as we went outside and had lunch, and that lunch turned into a walk, and that walk turned into an early dinner and then when we left the restaurant it was quite late and another walk followed and when we got back to the apartment the day was suddenly over. Literally. It was around midnight when we got in. And it's good that it is that late when I am making my way out. We have to move sneakily in order for paparazzi not to jump on us. It's really hard to keep a relationship private if people keep on trying to get into it and find everything about it. But Dimitri and I are doing our best at keeping up to our decision. We won't say anything to anybody. The media always destroys everything and I am so not going to let it do it to us.

And I can't prolong the inevitable. I have to go now.

So, this is it. I am moving out. This is really happening. The boys are down, taking my last boxes to Dimitri's car as they wouldn't let us lift even a single piece of anything. Aren't they sweet? But don't tell Christian I said this about him.

After I take a last look around the place, Lissa and I get out too. Here we go.

"I am going to miss you, Li-"

She just hugs me. Yeah, we don't need the words anyway. I even hug Christian. Yeah, I am that emotional now, okay? Then, I get into the car with Dimitri and I wave at Lissa until I couldn't see her anymore. It felt like leaving home again. And I am. Lissa is one of my homes. But so is Dimitri now. And we are both heading home.

I open the door of the apartment as Dimitri is putting down the last boxes we carried up. They are all piled against the wall, waiting for us to get them inside. And the first things I see are red and white balloons scattered everywhere around the living room. I turn my head and I meet a smiling Dimitri.

"Welcome home, Roza."

"Aw, comrade. You did this for me?" he nods. "You didn't have to bother, but thank you so, so much!" I say jumping into his arms and kiss him. As I am still attached to him, he passes the doorsill and carries me into the apartment. "When did you have time to blow up all these balloons?" I swear that there must be at least two hundred of them, if not even more. The floor is full of them and as he walks, he pops some that he couldn't avoid. He puts me down and I throw some of the balloons around, acting just like a little kid. Then, my eyes land on a little air pump on the coffee table. "No really, Dimitri. Did you spend all night doing this?" I ask picking it up.

He dissolves the distance between us and kisses my forehead. "It was all worth it." God, can he be more amazing than this?

I put my arms around his torso and look at the many balloons once more. "And what are we going to do with them all?"

"We could pop them."

I chuckle. "Yeah. Let's try doing it with our asses. What about that?" and we both laugh.

Dimitri's penthouse is as cool as I remember. Even cooler, now that I am sober and I have the time to really look at it. The bedroom, I know it's big. But good God, this whole apartment is enormous. I think that only his living room is as big as my last apartment. It is all black and white, having a black leathered square sofa in the center, along with a fancy coffee table that holds a gigantic vase full of yellow orchids. It's funny, because this decor is reminding me of the hotel we stayed at back in Moscow. And of course, everything is completed by the colored balloons laying around.

But what I like most here are the three big paintings that cover one of the walls, which are keeping the minimalist air and add a little more color to the room. I like the concept a lot: the left one is depicting a woman's side face, painted in red and the right one represents a man's face, in blue paint; the middle one is an overlap of the previous ones, and the two of them are kissing.

And Lord, his bathroom. I think this is the place where you get to when you die and go to heaven. It's now pretty late at night and I am finishing my bath into the gigantic bathtub. Like, seriously, but I think I can fit three people like me in this tub and they would still sit comfortably. It's the perfect place to treat yourself after a long day.

I put on my oversized space pyjamas. Well, I kind of look like a hobo in this too long rocket patterned pants and baggy T-shirt that has an astronaut on it. But what can I do? It was the first pyjama I found in my bags and besides that, I love my sleeping clothes comfortable.

I get out of the bathroom as I am still wiping my hair with the towel and I lay my eyes on Dimitri. He is already laying in bed and holy mother of Jesus, this view. He is only wearing a pair of black plaid pyjama pants and his hair untied. Oh, and he is reading one of his usual cowboy novels. What is it so hot about seeing a man reading? What is even hotter is that he is fucking shirtless and I get a perfect sight of his perfectly sculpted abs. I bite my lip as I watch him turn a page and when he notices my presence, his attention comes my way.

He says something but I was too absorbed by him to hear it. "Huh? What did you say?" I ask as I get rid of the towel and get back in the room.

"I said nice pyjamas."

"Oh, are you used to more fancy ones? Because I am sorry to disappoint you comrade, but that you won't see." I stop in front of him and cross my arms over my chest, trying to seem imposing. "I like my pyjamas baggy. You'll just have to deal with it."

"I am more used with no pyjamas." he says and a playful smile appears on his beautiful face.

"Don't you say?" I get into the bed and mount on his bare abdomen. "So what are you going to do about it then?"

He licks his lips and puts the book away then gets a hold of my hips under my T-shirt. "Oh, you'll surely see what I can do about it."

From the first day I came into his home, Dimitri had already freed half of his dressing room and made space for me all over the house. I love that he was so eager to welcome me into his home. That only strengthened my feelings for him.

And about three days later, I decided that it was finally time unpack my things. I couldn't just open boxes every time I would need something for longer. I wasn't a nomad for fuck's sake. So after I got home from work, I got to work again.

As I am arranging my stuff around the house, it is nice to see that our things complete each other. All my girly things blending in with his everywhere. My red toothbrush with his green one into the porcelain holder. My heels and his leather shoes into the dresser. My earrings and necklaces next to his watches. His cologne here, my lipstick there, his aftershave, my body lotion, the objects completing each other perfectly. And I really feel like this is my place to be. I feel like I belong next to him.

I am now getting my clothes out and hanging them next to Dimitri's. The whole dressing room smells like him and I am drunk onto this smell as I move from one side of the room to the other.

At some point, I stumble upon the dress he got for me from Moscow. I get it out and trace my fingers along the soft silvery material and that night comes back to my mind. I go in front of the mirror and place the dress in front of me. I still love it. And I love the things it reminds me of. The way he looked at me when he turned around. The way he held me as we descended on the stairs. When he told me that I was the most beautiful woman in there. The food he ordered for me. How he held my hand as we got up to the suite. And mostly, the moment we danced. If I close my eyes, I can still relieve that moment. And it is still magical, no matter what else happened that night.

As I take another look at myself, I see a movement into the mirror. It's him. He is now leaning on his shoulder on the door frame with his arms crossed and he is watching me with dreamy eyes. He must have just come out of the shower because his hair is still damp and this thing only darkens the color of his strands. He is wearing a pale blue T-shirt and a pair of dark blue sports bottoms. And I don't know, but there is something about this color that enhances his features. It feels like blue is a color created especially for him. As I catch his eye, he smiles warmly.

"You were so beautiful that night." he says as he comes closer and embraces me from behind, his hands getting on top of mine. "When I first laid my eyes on you" he exhales close to my face and brushes his nose along my cheek. "I wanted you so much, Roza." he whispers in my ear and I get goosebumps all over my skin. "And when we danced" he continues as he is placing soft kisses along the back of my neck and I sigh lightly each time his lips make contact with my skin. God, his effect on me is crazily inexplicable. "You being so close to me" he turns me to face him. "I could barely keep myself thinking straight." and he kissed me softly.

As I finished arranging my clothes, Dimitri made us some lasagna for dinner. I must acknowledge this: I can make my way through the kitchen and I can cook enough things that will keep me from starving to death or spending all my money on takeaway. But man, he is the best cook I have ever seen, along with my mother, of course. He must have taken some lessons or something because anything he cooks tastes heavenly. Ever since I tasted his pancakes I totally became addicted.

I mean, is there a thing in this world this man is not good at? He is the complete package. Breathtakingly good looking? Check; especially naked. Is he fun to be around? Totally, after you get over the harsh façade. Can you carry a conversation with him about a lot of things without getting bored? Hell yeah; sometimes I am not even able to understand like half the things he is telling me; he's like the male version of Sydney sometimes, I swear; but he is nice and patient enough to explain them all to me. Is he treating me like I am the only girl in the world? Totally. He is even good at doing all the things around the house. Well, this is understandable after so many years of living alone. Oh, and lastly, is he a god in bed? Double check. In fact, multiple checks. But I mean, wow. How comes that he is only mine, huh? I surely must have done a lot of good deeds into my previous life if that reincarnation shit is real.

So, after I feasted on the goods he prepared, I am now sitting on the counter next to the sink and help him with wiping the dishes that he is washing. Have I ever told you about his kitchen? No? Well, like the rest of the house, it is amazing. It has everything you can think of and more. I don't think I know how to use like half the things in there. Oh, and the thing I love most is the bar-like table with high stools, placed just next to the window. I have always had a weakness for those chairs and now I get to sit on one each time I eat and I can watch the city with Dimitri next to me. What could I ask more from life?

His phone starts ringing all of a sudden. God, it is nine thirty in the evening. Do businessmen have no to free time? Aren't they allowed? And what? Next, they are going to have a midnight conference or something?

"Can you pick that up?" he asks raising his wet hands.

"Yeah, sure."

I hop off the counter and take his phone. It's an unknown number. Who is this mysterious person calling him?