"Are you seriously moving in with him?" His blue eyes were angry and upset, I but my lips, a nervous habit I had picked up in high school. I could only nod.

"Oh man, Mia is going to kill you..." He said, suddenly his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Too bad it would suddenly be shut off... I felt bad for him, I did...Not.

I grinned, mischievously to him, "That's why you're here, bro."

His smile dropped, and he narrowed his eyes at me, "Most definitely no. I don't want to deal with the princess," he said wincing.

I shrugged, "Either way, you're still going to be living with her. You know, roomies for life!" I exclaimed in an overly happy manner.

"Not to mention you're going to help me move my stuff, before Mia gets back from work," I said, finally licking my vanilla ice cream. He sighed and crossed his arms.

"C'mon, you'll show how truly, and very muscle-y you are."

He rolled his eyes, "Fine. But you're paying me."

I thought back to Lissa, and couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my face, "That I will."

"When I brought you here it was so you could help me, so I didn't have to face Mia, and do this quickly, not so you could stare at my bosse's best friend."

I stood in front of him, my hands on my hips, while standing in front of the Belikov Mansion, and Christian's car. I stared up at him, but he wasn't really looking at me, more like at the blonde girl behind us, that was bending down, watering the flowers.

I slapped across his cheek, to snap him out his gaze.

"Bitch! Was that for?" He rubbed his cheek and I pulled him aside.

"Help me you sick pervert."

"Just because I don't see you like that, you don't have to get jealous," he clicked his tongue, and picked up a box of my stuff. I stared after him in disbelief.

Sure, Christian was handsome... Okay, so he was hot. Mia and I both knew it, but I had never thought of him like that. Especially cause we lived together. I growled, and picked a box, going inside the house from the back door.

I was mumbling angry words and Christian, I didn't notice a thick, brick wall in front of me. Fuck, I didn't even know there was a wall here.

I stumbled back, the box of my stuff throwing me back, and I hoped I wouldn't die on my first day here. The scream that had started at the back of my throat was cut off when I was caught by a pair of strong, firm, warm, hands.

I was breathing heavily, when Christian appeared in the kitchen.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I walked into a wall," I murmured, dazed, and set the box on the counter.

"That wall was me, Ms. Hathaway," a deep voice said from behind me. Sure enough, when I turned around, Dimitri stood there, his arms crossed across his chest. He raised an eyebrow at me, in amusement.

I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks, and Christian laughed beside me. I elbowed him, cutting off his breathing supply.

"I didn't see you," I defended myself.

"Apparently not Ms. Hathaway."

He was amused by all this, I rubbed the back of my head, and Christian broke the awkward silence that had followed by failure.

"Gay baby was born..." both of us turned to look at Christian.

"You know what? I'll just go unload more of your stuff..." he walked out of the house, and I rolled my eyes. I turned to look at Dimitri who was already looking at me.

"I should go help him..." I told him, trailing off. He nodded, and stopped me once I was half way out the door.

"You should fix your skirt, I think you're showing more than needed, not that I'm complaining..."

I turned around to find him already gone. I pulled down my skirt, feeling the heat not just on my face, but all over my body.

"Who was your friend?" Lissa asked, sitting next to me, while I put Tasha to sleep.

"Christian, my old room mate," I whispered.

"He's hot."

I groaned, "Please don't go after him."

She raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"

I sighed, "He tends to play around with them, the only reason I brought him with me was because I knew you were going to be here, and I wanted to give a little taste of the forbidden apple."

She giggled, then stopped, abruptly,"He is rude." I laughed back to their first encounter.

"Hey hot stuff," Christian yelled, catching Lissa's attention. She turned around and gasped, the blush making her look more of an angel.

"What did you call me?" she asked him. Christian only grinned.

"Hot stuff, you know we can go back to my place and-"

I slapped Christian.

"My name is Lissa Dragomir, not hot stuff," she said, indignantly, but blushing, though I could tell she liked the attention. "Respect her!" I yelled-whispered. My only friends were him and Mia, because whenever I tried having any other girl friends, he always ended up hitting on them, and scaring them away. He only laughed, turned around, and walked back into the car. He turned on the car, and drove backwards. He put his window down, his half-ass grin on his face, directed specially at Lissa.

"You have one, fine, ass Miss. Dragomir."

I laughed, while Lissa could only glare at the man.

"Bye Rose! See you around!"

I grinned, "That's Christian Ozera for you."

"Ozera?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Tasha was an Ozera."

"Oh, I'll ask him, but I don't think they were related, if they were, they probably were distant family."

"Alright, well, I'm leaving, bye Rose."

She kissed all the children, and walked out of the room, screaming, half heartedly at Dimitri.

I laughed, putting the kids to bed, and walking to my room. On my way, I found Dimitri, sitting next to the counter, looking at a picture of his dead wife. I felt melancholy just looking at him mourn the death of his wife.

"Good night Mr. Belikov," I whispered. Startled, he looked up at me. He nodded, and went back to looking at the picture.

"You did well Ms. Hathaway, better than I thought. Goodnight."

Going up to my room, I grinned foolishly, and went to sleep feeling accomplished.