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Hey guys! Sooo...How have you been? *cricket noise*

Okay then. I'll let you get on with reading, but two things first. 1st, I'm sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the last, but hopefully the little flashback helps. I also wanted to finish it at that moment, so yeah.

2nd, I'll probably take a bit longer to update the next chapter. Sorry.

I hope you like this chapter because I slaved over the computer, sweating, with aching hands and-

Something like that ;)

Previously...

She searched through the pants pockets. Her expression morphed into a look of disgust. She pulled out...the wedding ring. Shit! I must have put it in there before I had my shower, while I was getting ready for the party!

"You're married?" Tasha exclaimed loudly.

I sat up very quickly and winced when pain shot through my back. Sleeping on the beach is not a very good idea. Sand stuck to my sweaty skin, adding to my discomfort.

"What? No, no, no!"

"Well then what the heck is this!"

"Uh...It's a...circle?" I raised my eyebrow, almost as if I was questioning my own excuse. My eyes were wide with caution, not knowing how Tasha was going to react. I knew she wouldn't believe my pathetic justification, it was just that; pathetic.

She looked at me with complete disbelief, her lips were pressed tightly against each other, creating a firm line. Her weight resting on her right hip, she held the ring up for my display.

"I want answers Dimitri! Now!"

I stood up, the blanket still wrapped supportively around my waist. I wasn't self-conscience; it would just be incredibly awkward if I stood there naked.

"It's not mine," I attempted.

"Whose wedding ring is in your pants, Dimitri?"

"Uh..."

"God, I am so stupid!" Tasha yelled, she threw the ring at me and it hit square on my chest, I flinched, but not from the impact. I let it fall effortlessly to the sand.

I always kept the ring so I wouldn't fall in love and get my heart broken; sadly it's still doing its job.

She picked up her golden sandals and walked down the beach, back to Lissa and Christian's house. I groaned and fell back onto the soft, yellow sand.

Picking up the ring, I rolled it between my finger; relishing the feeling of the cool surface.

I waited obediently at the altar for the love of my life. My black suit was uncomfortable, the hot weather was causing me to sweat, about a hundred pairs of eyes stared at me ;making me feel quite unpleasant...but I couldn't be happier.

I can visualise her now. I can imagine her beautiful long red hair tied up in an elegant bun, a white, flowing dress sitting on her fit little body, as smile sitting on her face as she walks towards me.

I waited more than five minutes for those huge double doors to open, and her bridesmaids to walk out in their little purple silk dresses. But they never did.

The soon-to-be Meredith Belikov was a no-show.

My mother came to my side when the guests broke out into a whisper; she rubbed my back as I looked at the ground, hands by my side.

The audience whispered, thinking I couldn't hear them. But they could talk as loud as they want; I wouldn't hear them, because all I could hear was my beating heart breaking into two pieces.

After that torture I went to a bar, trying to drink my sorrows away...

I sat at the little bar, beer bottle gripped tightly in my right hand, wedding ring in the left. I placed the beer down so as to slip the ring onto the fourth finger. No matter how much pain this wedding ring held, I just couldn't bring myself to part with it.

I gulped the beer down easily; the alcohol was useless. I could still feel.

"Russian Vodka," I ordered from the skimpy bartender. When my drink arrived, I gulped as much down as I could. I savoured the burning feeling as it rushed violently down my throat.

A few cat calls were made around the small room, as a very sexy woman walked into the smelly bar. Even Meredith didn't compare.

I took a few more swigs of my drink. A man called out to the woman "You must play the trumpet or something, 'cause you're making me feel all horny!" I resisted the urge to laugh at the immature sentence.

The beautiful lady sat- to my delight- on the bar stool next to me. She placed her purse on the table but it fell off straight after. The brunette hadn't seemed to have noticed.

"You... Uh, Ma'am, you dropped-" She interrupted me, turning to face me, a mad look on her face.

"Can I please sit down for ten minutes without being hit on? Thank you."

I sighed and leant down to pick it up. I placed the small black bag on the sticky, beer covered bench, patted it and went back to minding my own business.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned to look at me, "I'm sure you didn't meet your wife in a dump like this." She said in an apologetic tone. Her short, light brown hair swished over her shoulder as she turned to look at me. Her green eyes looked at me sadly, almost as if she was jealous.

I looked to her in confusion, than it struck me. She had spotted the wedding ring. That's why she was jealous, she probably wanted to feel loved and called beautiful instead of sexy and 'smoking hot'.

I was going to tell her, I really was, but I would've looked like a complete idiot.

"School gym. I was a footballer and she was the head cheerleader. Figures."

She smiled. "How long have you been married?"

Think Dimitri, think. "Five years,"

"Where's your wife now?"

"I stopped asking myself that question a long time ago."

She gasped, "That's terrible...wanna get out of here?" She ran her smooth finger of the wedding band, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

And that was the beginning.

Xxx

"I told you this little life scheme would just come back to bite you in the ass,"

I groaned; I really didn't need to be told the truth from Rose at the moment. An appointment had been cancelled so I had taken to sitting in the reception area, blabbing away to the receptionist-Rose- about my love life.

"I know, oh future seeing one, you bless me with your foreseeing powers but my tiny little brain could not comprehend the definitions behind your formidable words."

She looked up at me with her eyebrows raised- as she couldn't raise one on its own- and gave me the finger.

I stood up from the couch suddenly, but she didn't flinch, only roll her eyes and look back at the appointment planner.

"But seriously, this girl is special; I feel a connection towards her!" I exclaimed and walked towards the desk where she was sedentary. Today the petite woman was wearing baggy pants and a coat, as it was cold today, her hair in a tight bun. The colours clashed... very attractive I thought sarcastically.

"Why don't you just tell her the truth?" She came to stand by me now. She probably only reached my chin, if that, so I had to look down on her.

"Are you trying to be funny? That would just be worse! Here I'll practice on you." I placed my hot chocolate down and straightened up.

"Oh good," She exclaimed in a high voice. Rose took her hair out of the bun and flipped it from side to side, hands on hips. I swished, almost skating through the air in a delicate, but feisty way.

"She's not like that but anyway. I wear this fake wedding ring sometimes, to you know get with-"

"You're a pig,"

Rolling my eyes, I groaned and went to sit back down on the couch. It wasn't very comfortable and was a little hard, especially because my back was killing me from sleeping on the beach last night.

Rose laughed and leant against the desk, "I'm sorry but you're a pig!"

At that moment the door burst open (it will come of its hinges one of these days, especially because Adrian spends half his time here) and in walked two little people.

"Mum, give me some money." Michael demanded rudely, with his arm crossed over his tiny chest, Rose's eyes widened in outrage at his blunt demand.

"'Hello Mum, nice to see you. How have you been? Hello Dimitri, it's good to see you. Mum, may I please borrow some money?' Would be a nice way to walk into this room instead of the way you just did!" Rose retorted back, her arms also crossed, her hip to one side as she rested on it.

Michael mimicked it back in a high voice. Little Aisley came to sit on my lap, her long hair bobbing as she walked.

Rose walked up to her son, bent down and glared him in the eye. He flinched away from his mother's hard stare, not looking so smug and stuck up as before.

"That's what I thought," She stood back up and walked back to the desk while Michael went to stand next to Lissa; their baby sitter for the day.

"You spend way too much time with your father," Rose mumbled, not meant for anyone's ears but I caught it. She also walked over to Lissa who looked quite awkward standing there, and gave her some money (which was for Michael- I'm guessing) and a hug.

They started talking so I beckoned the young 8 year old over. He obliged and sat next to me, grabbing hold of his sister's hand who is sitting on my lap.

The two children looked completely different although you could see some similarities.

Aisley, who was 6, looked like her mother with long curly brown hair, though it did have a red tint to it which she got off her grandmother. Aisley also had brown eyes and ate like a pig, much like her mum.

Michael looked like his father; Jesse. He had the black hair, green eyes and the rude attitude. While Rose did a good job raising him, his father came out in him sometimes.

"You need to treat your mum with more respect young man," He was about to interrupt but I gave him a stern look. "She indulges you with love, so return the favour."

I'd been raised to respect my parents, my mother especially; so when I saw Michael speak to Rose like that, it pulled at my heart.

He nodded and looked a little ashamed. I ruffled his hair and sent him off to apologise. Aisley wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks Dimitri. God, he's so annoying." She rolled her eyes before trailing after her older brother. I leaned back into the couch placing my arms on the back of it and resting my feet on the coffee table.

The two children ran over to their mother's desk, picked up a pen and started writing little notes. Rose and Lissa continued to talk before Lissa told Michael and Aisley that it was time to leave.

Aisley's head whipped up from the yellow sticky note she was writing on, her brown eyes pooling with disappointment.

"Okay, Aunty Lissa," She ran back to the front of the desk, "Mum? I need to make a mia?"

"Okay down the hall, on the right, sweetie. Hurry back, Dimitri and I have an appointment in five minutes."

Aisley nodded before running to the bathroom. What the heck was a Mia?

When Lissa had taken the two children to McDonalds- to their happiness, Rose came to stand in front of me.

A dubious smirk curled on my lips. Rose turned her head to stare at me with a 'what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you' look.

"I don't have an appointment for another twenty minutes." I stated, rather smugly.

She rolled her eyes, "I love my kids, but a break can't hurt. Even if it means I'm stuck with you."

I laughed outright, my head flicking back to sit on the soft head-rest of the couch. The couch dipped on the opposite end, signifying a second body. I turned to look at my assistant.

"By the way, what the hell's a 'mia'?" I questioned, rather confused that Rose's young daughter would use such an unusual term. In fact, I'd never even heard of it before.

She responded with an eye roll.

"No seriously, I want to know!" I exclaimed, picking my long legs off the coffee table and turning to face her. She sighed heavily and also turned to face me.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this," She replied, "In school there was this real bitch, so cocky and incredibly stupid. Worse thing is that she always has to have the best stuff. You know my history, my mother dumped me off at a boarding school on the day I was old enough, I don't know my father, etc. So I didn't really have the money to buy expensive clothes, neither did she really, but at least she had some money."

I nodded in encouragement, this was getting good.

"So I had to put up with this dick head for years, I hated her. I think I even broke her nose once or twice,"

I cocked my eyebrow, but a smirk was on my lips, gradually building into a small smile. I can just imagine that.

"Anyway, we graduated, blah, blah, blah. So one night, maybe a year or two ago, I was having a glass of wine-"

"A bottle," I substituted.

Rose stared into my eyes with an annoyed expression painted across her face. She tied her hair up again, as it seemed to be irritating her, the way it got in her eyes.

She nodded, a bit sheepishly, but smirked none the less. "A bottle, and I was just so sick of the kids saying; 'I need to take a dump', 'I need to take a shit', you name it. So I told them it was called taking a 'mia'. And they liked it...and it stuck."

I burst out laughing, my chest rocking violently. She let out a little chuckle as well.

"And I'm assuming this 'bitch' from school was called Mia?" I managed to choke out between breaths. Rose started laughing harder beside me as well, nodding her head.

"Yup," She popped the 'p', "Mia Rinaldi, bitch of the century."

"After you," I commented, leaning forward slightly; noticing how cute her laugh was.

"Of course!" Her lips showed a smirk while her eyes displayed a sense of self-satisfaction. I chuckled at our conversational exchange, it happened regularly- well when I listened anyway- and I always enjoyed it.

The little moment was rudely interrupted by a ringing; it was loud and alerting. Rose eagerly shot up from the couch, rapidly making her way to the reception desk. She dropped down to her knees, and I watched interested as she searched maniacally through her bag, which was under the desk. She flew up in the midst of greeting the person on the other end of the phone, which was clutched against her left earlobe. I noticed then that the annoying ringing had stopped- thank the lord. I sighed in relief, still having the buzz in my ears from the volume of the ringtone.

I, being me, listened to her conversation, each and every word.

"Hey, Mase!" Rose squealed, in a voice extremely unlike her own. I wondered what was up with her attitude towards the person on the other end all of a sudden. She seemed... excited?

There was a gap as the person on the other end of the line spoke, before Rose continued.

"Tomorrow? Lunch? That's a great idea! I'll see you then! Bye!"

She hurriedly put her phone back in her bag and her bag back under the desk. A large grin was plastered on her plump, pink lips, showing off her pearly white teeth. Instead of resuming her seat beside me on the reception couch, Rose went back to her desk, opened her diary and jotted- I'm guessing- a reminder for her lunch date.

I searched my brain for where I'd heard the name 'Mase' before. Ah yes, Mason Ashford; one of Rose's old friends. He had striking red hair, that was uniquely messy, and the sharpest blue eyes that always seemed to be tailored to the brunette I was lucky enough to work with. I recall Rose telling me that he had a crush on her, and was always trying to convince her that he could be a good father, as if that would change her opinion of him.

Rose had also told me once before that she thought of him as a brother; that had obviously changed. I scoffed, he had nothing over me.

"What was that?" I inquired Rose as she took her place back on the soft material of the reception chair, the chair made a squeak as she did. She shifted about, getting comfortable.

"What was what?"

"What was that voice?" It had been very high pitched when she was on the phone, she never talked like that.

"What voice? That was my normal voice." She looked away, breaking our eye connection. I caught a smirk curling on her lips, replacing the grin they held before. Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulder, concealing her face from my view.

"No it wasn't, it was all high. Like you're excited! Mason asked you on a date didn't he?" I exclaimed, standing up and walking towards her.

"You finally said yes?" I continued my interrogation. Rose shook her head in answer but spoke anyway; to give a better explanation.

"It's not a date," She uttered. I laughed but it wasn't a care free laugh. It held something, but I'm not sure what it was. My muscles were tense, on edge. Rose looked up when I laughed. She raised her eyebrows in a questionable manner, confusion evident on her face, but it didn't last long because that stupid smirk returned.

"Why? Are you jealous?" A year ago, a few months even, my reaction to that would have been to laugh.

My type of girl was the one that wore the skimpy little black dresses that didn't cover much skin, not Rose. Rose was the type of woman that came to work in clothes that had food stains, holes, and covered a whole lot of skin. She wasn't the type to go to clubs a get wasted, because she had two children to look after. I respected that, hell I had a lot of respect for Rose. She's an amazing mother, protective, loving, everything you could want.

She used to be my type, apparently. Christian always teases Rose on her fashion sense, and I've observed her reaction. It's as if she misses being able to go out, party and wear nice clothes.

Jesses stopped that. He took that away by giving her two unexpected children. But she loves them and I know she wouldn't change a thing.

"Of course not." But maybe I was. I've always been the one to look after Rose; she's one of my best friends. Maybe I was jealous that Mason might take that away from me, as Jesse almost had.

The atmosphere turned awkward, neither of us knowing what to say. So I did that comes naturally to me; change the topic to a girl.

"Seriously what are we going to do with my love life?"

Rose smiled sadly, but rolled her eyes none the less.

"I don't know but it's not really up to me-"

She was cut off by the beep of her phone. Look whose popular today!

She reached for the tiny mobile, not nearly as eager to see who had text her as she was before when it was Mason.

Her petite fingers glided over the phone's key board as she unlocked it and opened the message. Her expression morphed into one of disgust as she slammed her fist on the desk. I jumped in shock, but realisation settled quickly.

Jesse.

Rose threw her phone back in her bag and turned to face me.

"That fucking lazy-ass bastard." She needn't say more.

"He's not picking the kids up again, is he?"

She growled softly, protectively. Her children were going to be heart-broken that- once again- their father wasn't going to spend any time with them. They always used plead their mother, thinking it was her fault; that she wouldn't let him see them. So one day I sat them down and explained everything. Rose didn't want to tell them that their father didn't care about them at all, so I did it for her.

They hated me for a while, as did Rose, but came to thank me.

"He was supposed to take them to dinner tonight!" She explained, rather angrily. She had every right to be! "He's a pathetic and useless piece of shit!"

I nodded, agreeing to every word.

"But at least I got my head together and divorced him!"

I nodded again, her voice strong and confident. She was very proud of herself; for looking past his charm and small amount of good looks, and it was evident in her face. A spark suddenly ignited in her brown orbs, reminding me of why she always got in trouble. She always came up with brilliant ideas.

"I've got it!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together, grinning madly.

Weeeellll, how did you like it? What do you think Rose has planned? It the same as in the movie but if you haven't seen the movie then I want you to guess! And for all those who have seen the movie, uhh...review anyway! ;)

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