Okay guys, I have a special treat! Here is a clip that I found of the 'shoe heaven scene' in the previous chapter. I do not intend to give the impression that I own this trailer nor the movie; I just thought you all deserved it because you are all amazing! Now, please heed my warning; the scene is fairly different from the one I wrote in the last chapter, and there is also a tiny section missing from it. It may also change your view of the characters in this story, but I thought it might give you an idea of Rose and Dimitri's relationship as well as a glimpse of the movie that this story is based on.
There are other clips on the website, but I highly suggest you don't look at them, though, of course, you can if you want. I just think it might ruin the end of this story.
http:/ /www. youtube .com /watch ?v=Eyokx 50Jhrw
(Without the spaces though)
Now, on this site there is also the 'lunch scene'. You can watch it, but again, it is very different from this lunch scene. It also only shows a tiny bit of it.
Okay, enough of my irritating blabbing (I really have to work on that). I hope you enjoy this chapter, I don't think it is my best work, but I hope it is suitable enough. I would love to know what you think!
I also (I SWEAR this is the last thing!) want to thank all those wonderful reviewers, especially the ones that gave such an opinionated review. They are essential for my development as a writer, so thank you!
Okay, okay, I'm finished!
Enjoy this chapter that I wrote for...my darlings...get it? That's the name of the chapter? Ahhh, don't worry. Lame joke.
Previously...
I was about to continue with my little speech, when the doors to the restaurant were pulled open by a man in a suit.
And hotness re-incarnate walked in.
She was gorgeous – beautiful even. She was wearing a sophisticated yet very eye-opening white dress. A gold belt was wrapped around her small waist, the same colour as her sparkling gold shoes, and the heels that had cost way too much earlier made her look taller and her legs longer. Sunglasses were placed on her small nose.
The man in the suit walked behind her, admiring her as she walked towards our table. Every man in the restaurant looked up as she walked in. I growled. Laurie really did get her the matching handbag.
"Is that her?" Tasha asked in complete shock. "She's stunning!"
"Darling!" Rose exclaimed coming towards us, her heels clicking against the floor. I pulled myself from my chair, getting up to greet her and adding a not-so-subtle glare to my action. Rose kissed either side of my face but still not touching me. What the hell's up with that?
"What are you doing?" I whispered into Rose's ear.
"Playing the part," she replied just as quietly. She then did the same 'kiss thing' with Tasha.
Tasha stood there looking absolutely bewildered.
I pulled the chair out for Tasha before pushing it in once she sat down. I then sat down in my own seat. Rose stood there glaring at me. I smirked and crossed my arms, leaning back againt the chair. I glanced around the small table pointedly, drawing to her attention that there were no chairs left.
I watched as Rose walked over to the table next to us. She bent down and whispered into the male's ear. He stood up abruptly and smiled at her, allowing her to take his chair. His girlfriend's mouth opened in outrage before she stood up and walked out. It took the poor guy a few seconds to realise that his girlfriend had walked out; he was too busy staring at Rose. He tore off after the woman.
"Wow," Tasha stated to herself. That was my reaction too. Who knew Rose Hathaway could have that effect on men?
Rose pulled the chair up to our table and sat down. I had ordered her drink when I ordered mine, so she took a large sip before placing it back down quickly. Tasha also took a sip, the glass resting gently in her hand.
"So Tasha, I heard you and Dimitri had sex!"
My eyes widened and Tasha seemed to have a similar reaction. She started choking and, God help me, Rose looked pleased with herself. I glared at Rose, hating how she could be such a bitch while still having such an innocent expression. The tip of her lips twitched, wanting to curl into a smirk.
"Yes. Yes we did, but I am so, so sorry. I had no ide-"
"Tasha, honey – it's fine! I'm just glad to know that he can still use that thing. God knows it was useless when we were married." She covered the side of her mouth from me with her hand in an attempt to direct the words to Tasha and hide the words from me, but I still heard her.
My eyes widened. Oh my God. She wouldn't...yes she would. Rose leaned closer to Tasha and lowered her voice.
"He has a bad case of E.D."
"I'm...uh, sorry. I don't quite catch what you mean?" Tasha sent me a weary glance from the corner of her eyes, her eyebrows scrunched together as she turned to face Rose.
"Oh, I forgot! You're 12! Erectile Dysfunction, my darling. And it is when-" I cut her off, wanting Tasha to remain innocent in that sense. Not that I had any kind of problem down there. Everything functions properly
"Don't listen to her Tasha – why do you think I divorced her? She has a mouth bigger than her ass, and that's saying something."
It was Rose's turn to make a fish mouth. Her brown eyes were wide and full of affront.
"Well, speaking of ass; you should have heard this one." Rose pointed to me over her shoulder with her thumb, as she turned to fully face Tasha. Crap, I've done it now.
"I sat, on the eve of our wedding, listening to what sounded like an underwater symphony of brass instruments- playing in a completely off tune, coming from our bathroom." Rose used her hands as she spoke, moving them around in the air.
"Great, I have another disease," I mumbled to myself. I put my head in my hands with my elbows resting on the table.
"It was disgusting. Worst thing was..."
I peered through my hands and watched as Rose leant forward to whisper in the younger lady's ear. If it wasn't about me then I would have found Tasha's change in facial expressions quite comical; it went from curious to what Rose might say – but already sickened by what 'my wife' had already said – to completely and utterly revolted. God help me.
I swung my leg out, hitting hard against the soft skin of Rose's leg.
Tasha yelped as she jumped.
"Did you just kick me?"
Oops; wrong pair of legs. I have to come up with something...easy: blame Rose.
"What?" I asked in fake confusion. Rose glared as she guessed what I was about to do. "No! Ro-Mia, did you kick her?"
Rose looked at me really confused before she concluded that my wife's name was Mia. Guess I forgot to tell her.
"I – yes, uh, yes I did. I'm terribly sorry, Tasha," Rose stuttered out, in the midst of deciding to let me off or not. Guess I got lucky.
"It's ok, really," Tasha replied, gently brushing Rose's arm in a way of saying that all was forgiven.
"Yes, have I told you Tasha?" Tasha looked at me, taking another sip of her beverage. She raised her eyebrow.
"Mia sometimes has leg spasms; a result of all the drug use. Isn't that right, Mia? All the pill popping?" Rose gripped the table tightly and I watched in amusement as her knuckles turned white from infuriation. I smirked.
Rose laughed nervously and turned to Tasha, no doubt having a comeback. "Yes, well, when you have to deal with him-"
"I have a name!"
"Oh, you're right, I forgot. When you have to deal with dumbass over there, you do reduce to blocking out the real world."
I rolled my eyes, already knowing that Rose would definitely have a comeback – aka insult – for whatever I might have to say.
Rose picked up the menu.
"So? What's for lunch?"
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Rose sat back against the posterior of the chair, placing her hands on her stomach.
"Yummy."
"I bet," I mumbled. She ate the whole freaking restaurant!
Tasha stared in disbelief at the plate of the brunette, which, in comparison to her own, was practically licked clean. I was a bit shocked myself, and I've known the woman for 7 years!
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to freshen up."
Rose stood, and I watched as she stumbled her way to the bathroom. Still not really used to the heels, I see.
"She seems nice enough," Tasha commented, twirling her spaghetti with her fork. I didn't respond.
"But you can tell you two fight a lot." Really? Never would have noticed. "Do you think we'll be like that?"
I reached across the table and took her small hands in my own. I gently placed my index finger under her chin, lifting her vision from the table to my eyes.
"I can guarantee we won't be anything like that. I love you." Tasha gasped, and for a moment I thought I'd be rejected. My heart burned with the pain already.
"I...I love you too!" I sat up a little bit and leaned over the table to take her lips with my own. It was sweet and gentle. I pulled away, sitting back down completely.
"Tonight," I winked causing her to giggle. My phone beeped, signalling that I had a new message. I reached into my small pocket and pulled out my smartphone.
Meet. Me. Outside. Now.
Rose.
I pulled the napkin off my lap and placed it on the table, giving an excuse to Tasha that I had to call this person back; that it was work related.
I walked through the double doors out into the cool breeze. It played with my hair, calming me instantly. I found Rose a little bit down, sitting on the swing in the park across the road. It looked awkward because of the tight dress. The breeze played with her own hair, which had become hard because of all the hairspray. She looked glum.
I came to stand in front of her. She sighed and looked up at me. "What am I doing here, Dimitri?"
What? What does she mean? She's here helping me. I raised my eyebrow questioningly.
"Why am I here?" She asked again, poking for a response.
"You're here helping me."
"But why are you doing this?" She stood up off the swing, letting it glide through the air, making an irritating squeak as it did.
"I don't understand?"
"Dimitri, Tasha is a sweet girl – yes – but she's twenty-one!" She is? I thought she was at least twenty-three.
"And?"
She sighed, running her hands through her brown hair. I didn't like making her frustrated; it made me feel bad.
"She's practically a child! You're thirty-two – it's a huge age g-"
"I know! But I just told her I love her! And I meant it! It doesn't matter about age!"
She smiled sadly, but about what? I'm not sure. I groaned and sat down on the swing, pushing it back and forth with my feet.
"It's good to hear you say that." Her words said one thing while her voice said another. "But will you still mean that in a few months? A year?"
Her words made me think. She had a point. Is this relationship something I want to continue?
"Yes."
Rose smiled again, picked up her shiny, golden bag and turned to walk across the road and back into the restaurant. But she abruptly turned back around, an alarmed countenance plastered over her soft features. Her breathing picked up as she spoke.
"Wait! God I'm so stupid – well you didn't think of it either so you're pretty stupid too. What happens when Tasha walks into the office and sees that I'm your receptionist?"
I had never thought of that. All these questions were giving me a migraine and I really didn't need that at that moment.
"I don't know."
Rose sighed again; she seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"Well, we'll just have to figure that out when it comes along, I guess. You owe me though. Big time," she said.
There was a small pause in the conversation but it wasn't awkward; not really. Then again, it wasn't comfortable either. It seemed foreign, like neither of us knew what to say. Rose eventually filled the silence with an interrogative screech.
"And why the hell did you give me the name Mia? You couldn't think of a better freaking name?"
I burst out laughing. My head flipped back which resulted in the swing starting to rock.
She turned to go back into the restaurant, but a voice stopped her. My own.
"You look nice, Rose."
She stopped mid step. I could practically hear her moist lips spread to form a grin even though she hadn't turned around and I couldn't see her face.
"Thanks – you don't look to bad yourself."
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I laughed at the joke Rose had just made as we walked out of the restaurant, the man in the suit holding the door open for us. Rose walked up to him and I barely over-heard their conversation.
"Thank you, Henderson! Keep this up and I may give you a tip!"
He gave her a weird look.
"Why do you keep calling me Henderson? I told you; my name's Ralph."
She rolled her eyes and glanced over to where Tasha and I stood, watching her converse with this obviously confused limousine driver. Yeah, that's right; Rose went and spent my money on a limousine!
"Just go with it, okay?"
He gave her another weird look before excusing himself, leaving us to say our goodbyes. And we were about to do just that, but we were interrupted by Rose's phone. And oh my lord – it played 'Big spender'.
Rose let it ring for a while, allowing Tasha and I to register the tune. Tasha's eyes widened when it did register and I slapped my hand to my forehead. Of course she'd choose that tune just when I practically bought her a whole mall. I might as well have.
"Oh, pardon me, I just really love this song." I rolled my eyes as she dragged out the word 'love', twirling her hair with her index finger and sending a wink my way. I laughed despite myself, smiling as she finally answered it.
"Wait, wait, slow down Jill. What are you saying?" Rose must have left the kids with Jill today.
Jill was a year younger than Rose, twenty-eight to be exact. Rose hadn't known Jill for very long, but she was such as sweet girl (as Rose said), so she trusted her.
I watched as Rose's face twisted to one that would terrify any adult. I think I even saw Tasha shrink a little behind me.
"Jill, put her on." Rose's voice was strong and demanding. "You, young lady, are in huge trouble! I have told you millions of times! Stop selling your brothers stuff on eBay!"
I chuckled, barely noticing Tasha's eyes widening.
Then it clicked.
Rose was talking to her children.
Tasha thinks Rose and I are married.
She thinks the children are mine.
Well, fuck me.
What would I tell her now? That they were from Rose's previous marriage? No, she would still believe that I had a duty to them, as I 'married' their mother. I mentally kicked myself, then rethought it. I'll just physically kick Rose later because it was all her fault! That stupid, useless phone!
Rose didn't seem to have noticed her mistake but Tasha and I certainly had. Tasha turned to me rather slowly, a glare masking her soft – now hard – features. I gulped audibly, frightened of what might happen next
"I don't give a damn about what your brother did to you!" That's just like Rose. Keep going on like everything is normal while your best friend is being burnt by his girlfriend's glare.
"I will punish him for that! Not you!" Rose groaned, pulling her phone away from her ear, covering the receiver and turning to look at me she whispered, "I don't know where she gets her attitude and mischief from!"
I rolled my eyes and gave her a pointed look, receiving a tongue being poked out in return.
I swiped my index finger across my neck in a 'I'm dying now and it's your fault' look. She just ignored me, the mistake that was occurring not registering just yet.
Tasha hadn't ceased glaring at me as her left eye began to twitch. I blinked. Rose hung up her phone, slamming it closed, throwing it into her bag and walked closer to us.
"You'd think-" She gasped, realization finally settling in her brain, "Ooops!"
I groaned, "Yeah, ooops is one way to put it!"
"What the hell was that?" Tasha screeched at me. Kill me now.
Hehehe! I loved this scene in the movie! I hoped you guys liked this chapter! Let me know if you're confused about anything. :)
Thanks for reading! x
P.S: Sorry the chapter is so short, the next one will be longer :D