Here we go; Chapter 3. I've been waiting to bring this character into the story and I felt this was the perfect way. And don't worry, it may seem a little graphic at first, but it's really not.

I reached out my hand, searching for a towel. I sighed when I didn't feel one. I opened the shower curtain and dashed into my room. Just as I reached my bed the door opened. I reached for my comforter only to realize my bed was made- for once- and it was impossible to get it un-tucked in such short notice. I was exposed to my visitor.

A deep, accented voice gasped. I looked up waiting for this tall, handsome intruder to leave- but he did. He just stood there staring a me, his dark brown eyes getting darker by the second.

"Uh, what are you doing in my room?"

That startled him out of his lust-induced trance. "Huh? Oh, s-s-sorry. I didn't mean to stare- your just so beautiful." I felt the heat spreading to my cheeks as he said that.

"Um, thank you. My name is Rose Hatha- I mean Ozera." I extended my hand.

He looked down at it with a fearful glance that seemed so out of place on his strong, handsome face. "Oh. Your Mr. Ozera's new wife. I am so sorry for walking in on you."

I blushed at being recognized as Christian's wife, after all- it doesn't feel like were married. I wonder if that means I'm allowed to have fun…like with this stranger in my room. A girl does need a little bit of fun, doesn't she? Does Christian have sex with people? That thought brought a strange surge of jealousy that was completely uncalled for, I mean we may be married but were not really together. Screw it, I want to go for it. Sex, I mean.

"It's fine. Did you like what you saw?," I purred, seductively.

He smiled. "Yes I did. I'm Dimitri Belikov, at your service. Literally. I work for you."

I laughed. "Then I command you to lay on that bed." He complied. Then I got what I wanted.

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Afterwards he left, continuing with his duties. It was then I felt terrible. I cheated on my husband, even if it was just a signed contract that held us together. A husbands a husband- no matter the circumstances. And to top it off, I slept with someone I barely knew.

I got dressed then sat on my bed. I'm such a slut, I thought angrily. What in the Hell is my problem?

Then I walked to the living room and stared at the blank T.V in the fetal position.

An hour later I heard one of the oak doors open and footsteps in the foyer. Christian's form appeared holding a large box full of books, posters and clothing.

"What's that," I asked him, pushing down the guilt.

"Oh, stuff from my old bedroom."

"Old bedroom? I asked confused.

"Well, before you came I had a bedroom in the main section of the upstairs. Now it's here, in this mini house."

"I wouldn't really call it a mini house," I muttered.

He laughed. I was nice and velvety. His blue eyes sparkling. He set the box down and took a seat next to me. "Do you sit in a ball staring at a black television often?"

"Actually yes, It's my favorite channel." He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"What's wrong?" He actually looked concerned.

"Seriously? What's wrong? This whole thing is wrong! I'm married to some guy I barley knew!"

"At least you didn't wake up in Vegas next to some guy you barley knew with a ring on your finger and a baby in your stomach."

"I guess that's one way to look at it…" I said slowly. Shit! Dimitri didn't use a condom. What if I am pregnant! I started to shake.

Christian stared down at me shocked. "Are you cold?" I shook my head, though it was probably not noticeable with my body's convulsing. He put his arms around me, in an attempt to comfort me. It felt so good. Slowly I stopped shaking. "Thank you." I don't think he heard me though, because he didn't let go, he just kept holding on. I smiled into his chest. Every nerve on high alert. Just his arms around me felt better than Dimitri's kisses. I waited for the shaking to start again with that thought- but they didn't. Not with Christian's arms around me.

Finally he let go. I internally sighed. He got up and walked into the kitchen. I fell asleep to the sound of him preparing food.

I awoke to the smell of smoke and the blaring fire alarms. Christian was yelling into an intercom telling someone it was fine and they weren't needed.

I got up and walked into the kitchen only to see Christian trying to beat down the flames licking up from in the stove. "Jesus Christ Pyro! Trying to kill us? I know I can be a little annoying- but this is a little too extreme- don't yah think?"

He turned and glared at me in response.

I grabbed got a pan of water, opened to stove and threw it in. The fire grew more intense then went out. "Thank God! For a second I was scared the stove was gonna explode or something."

Christian just rolled his eyes. "Oh don't worry Pyro- no thanks necessary," I said sarcastically.

"Okay." I rolled my eyes. "The dinner didn't live- did it?" He shook his head. "Damn! I'm starving! I haven't eaten all day."

"What do you do when I'm gone then? Stare at blank screens all day?"

I felt the tears burn in my eyes. My conscience felt worse than my now blistering hand from opening the stove. Why should I even feel guilty? Were not even together! It's not like he even likes me.

But I had to tell him, even if he didn't care. I couldn't go on like this. "I slept with one of the workers," I blurted out.

He looked surprised, but not angry. "Who?" I adverted my eyes from Christian's. "Dimitri." His mouth dropped. "You had sex with Dimitri?" I nodded.

"That's Tasha's fiancée."

"WHAT? Then why was he in my room?," I asked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"When I got out of the shower he came in."

"Oh," He said. "Dimitri works for us, that's how he met Tasha." "Oh…," I said slowly.

"Yeah…," He said, equally as slow. We stood awkwardly for a few seconds. "I'm gonna go order some pizza," He said abruptly, and left the room.

"Bye," I said in a whisper as I heard the large oak door open and close. I chewed on my lower lip. What did Christian think about me sleeping with Dimitri? He didn't seem mad. Only when he found out it was Tasha's boyfriend that I had sex with did he seem to even remotely care.

So why had I felt so guilty. I knew this would be the response. Maybe, just maybe, I had wanted him to yell at me, to tell me that he hated me, to show some feeling of betrayal.

Christian just brushing me off was like a slap in the face. One I wished I could return, but something was stopping me. Was I actually starting to care for Christian Ozera?

What do you guys think? Too soon to make her start falling for him? What did you think about the whole Dimitri thing? Review and tell me what you think!