So this chapter was inspired by none other than the Scorpions' song "In a trance". Look it up if you're interested but I have to warn you it's hard rock so some of you might not like it, it's very old school like from the 80's and they're my favorite band which always inspire me to write and I felt they deserve some credit. Asides from that I'm truly sorry for leaving you guys hanging like that, I traveled the whole summer, Spain, Massachusetts, etc. that I had no time to sit down and write. Now school is back on session and I find it hard to balance my writing, homework, and studying! Also I just recently found out I'm in love with Russian literature, like War and Peace and Anna Karenina so yea I get slightly off track, btw I recommend those book! Furthermore, they say Junior is the hardest year and I'm starting not to doubt that. However, my story will keep going, maybe shorter chapters than I intended for this story but I will continue. Okay enough of this, on with the story!

P.S. For the time being I'm without a Beta so you may find some mistakes, I apologize I tried my best to correct the mistakes I found. Oh and there's a slight lemon on Dimitri's POV so beware!

Chapter 2: In a trance

Rose's POV

This had to be one of the craziest things I've ever done in my entire life, with one of the most heinous persons I'd ever met, the notorious: Adrian Ivashkov.

Right now I was standing at the edge of my school's pool about to jump in, naked.

I couldn't believe Adrian had actually gotten me to do this. He was so persuasive, with just one stare I was doing whatever he had in mind. And right now I was skinny dipping in the sports wing at my "prestigious" college; St. Vladimir. If someone were to find us, we were surely going to be arrested for the trespassing of a private property. Well I was going to be the one in a hell lot of trouble, as one of my many ex-boyfriends had been on the swim team here in St. Vladimir and he had given me a key so we could sneak off at night, I never returned it. So not only was I facing being arrested but also expelled from school. However, what is life without a little risk in it, right?

"Come on Rosie Posy. The water feels amazing." Adrian screamed from the other corner of the pool. His brown messy, yet stylish, hair wet. He looked so desirable there standing in the pool, the moonlight hitting his face and making him look oh so good.

Without thinking twice, I jumped into the pool, the freezing water hitting my warm skin.

"Holy shit! Adrian I thought you said the water felt good, this shit is fucking freezing!" I yelled at him.

"Oh is too cold for you Rosie, let me warm you up." He winked at me, smiling like a fool at his wittiness. I couldn't believe I truly let him call me Rosie. Never had someone called me that stupid nickname and still be alive but well there was something about Adrian that just took all my worries away, maybe it was that glint in his eyes. The glint that said that as long I was with him, everything will be well that he knew what I was going through.

"Get away from me Adrian, you can't touch it unless you deserved it and so far you have done nothing to reward you with the touch of my flawless beauty." I smirked letting him know that it was going to take him more than getting me naked on my college's pool for me to sleep with him. Way more, actually, knowing the kind of man he was it was really risky for me to ever become that intimate with him, but I couldn't say I didn't want to. He was so enviable that I couldn't help but think of how it would feel to have his hands roaming around my body, touching me in all the right places.

"So arrogant my beautiful, but I knew we had much more in common that our destructive characters." As those last words left his mouth, mine opened wide. Destructive characters, that was precisely what Adrian and I had in common, something I had thought about since I met him but had never wanted to admit it, because I knew once I did; it was never going to leave my mind.

I knew there was a reason for his womanizer ways and the way he would do all his stuns and it wasn't just for fun, it was to dull the pain, exactly like I was doing. He wanted to act like nothing that happened affected him, not the woman he slept with, neither the gallons of alcohol that killed his liver every day. I fully understood him.

Recovering quickly from my trance, I looked away from him because I couldn't bear to look at him anymore. Not after knowing what he was doing to himself wasn't so different from what I was doing, we were destroying our miserable lives.

"Got cha." Adrian whispered as he grabbed hold of me and carried me in his arms. "Don't worry Rose I won't tell your secret, it's just me and you."

"What secret Ivashkov? I don't have a destructive character, I just like to have fun" I tried to smile but like always it never reached my eyes. "Now get away from me"

I swam to the farthest corner from him because really what could I have done, stay in his arms and feel things I shouldn't be feeling. Of course, those feelings were sure to be nothing like what I had experienced last weekend with another man, Dimitri Belikov.

Oh I could remember seeing him as he was actually standing right in front of me, his whole body beautiful with that tan skin. I hadn't been able to tear away my eyes from him, his beauty had seemed so impossible to comprehend. It was way beyond the beauty of a human being; it was the skin and looks of a god, a Russian god at that. That day when my body had been on fire from the way he stared at me I wanted nothing more than to tell him to take me away and make me his, whatever had my mind thinking like that was a factor beyond my control.

However, I knew that Dimitri Belikov was too good to be true. He still was and that was why I had backed down on my request for him to take me home that night and had also concealed my identity from him. I know that I had been the one to beg—not beg, more like ask—for a ride home but at the end I had come to a conclusion. I couldn't let him know what I was, what a cold-blooded bitch I was. He had to stay away from me so I had left him there in the middle of the dark drive way and had called my lovely father to give me a ride home. After that night Dimitri Belikov had never left my mind.

"Darling, why the face? It seems like you just saw a ghost" Adrian snickered.

"No Ivashkov, it was no ghost, just your pale white ass left me blind for a minute" We both laughed out loud at my wit. Oh Adrian, he was insane. One moment it was like he was so close to me the next like we were two trashed teenagers, which we kind of were.

However even as trashed as I was I couldn't seem to let the god-like creature leave my mind. I kept thinking back to why I had denied him to know me better and my answer was always the same; I couldn't let him become part of the mess of the life I had going on. Sometimes I didn't even know where my head began and my body ended. If I had let him in it would have been the same as it had been with him, deceiving myself for a man. Sure, there would have been two different situations but at the end I wouldn't be happy because I would act as someone who I wasn't for a man.

I couldn't create the happy image of a young lady or that I loved my life, with Dimitri Belikov and I also couldn't be the damsel in distress because that would only cause him to feel pity for me, so it was better this way.

The only person I could actually be myself with, or at least come as close to, was Adrian. There were reasons why though, as he had mention we're both had destructive characters, but not only that I knew he felt the same as me. We had both let another person burn us to the ground stomping us until we were nothing but ashes. I didn't know his story precisely, but I didn't have to, the look in his beautiful emerald eyes spoke legends.

He wore that same haunted look I always had whenever I woke up.

That look that brought all the memories back; always starting with the first time I met him. This was the moment I always looked back to, to find a clue about what his nature, about something I had never notice, to see if I could have foresaw what he had done to me. However, every time I went back to my memories, nothing change it was always the same. You know like when you watch a movie and it ends and you still can't figure out how something really happened, so you watch the movie repeatedly to see when things got fucked up and if it's actually real because you can't comprehend how things really got there.

That memory was engraved into my mind that I could never forget it. It had been a beautiful summer evening, fine weather with just a little breeze but the sun still illuminating the neighborhood. That same morning I had just gotten back from my Paris trip with Lissa and her family. After unpacking everything, I stared out my window, remembering how the Eiffel Tower stood in front of the hotel we had stayed in, when a moving truck parked in the house next to my mine. I was very intrigued to see who was to be my new neighbor. I had been 13 at the time and always in the hunt for new friends. Having a strong attitude did not make me likeable, thus I didn't have many friends other than Lissa and my other best friend Avery.

There were big men carrying out the boxes inside the house, they all looked too old to be attractive, although they were well built. And as I was about to turn from the window, another figure caught my eye. He was fairly tall and fit built, albeit I couldn't see his other features so I decided that it was a good time to take my dog for a walk.

I went to get chocolate— the name of my childhood dog—and prepared to walk the way to where the figure I had seen had been standing. As I approached him though, I couldn't help but breathe harder, my heart going a million heartbeats per minute, and my face was red as a tomato; I had always been shy around older guys at that age.

He had his back to me but as if he could feel my eyes on him, he turned around and I froze.

He seemed like such a divine man, or at least to my child mind who couldn't distinguish between a monster and a man.

His black hair and dark eyes were very attractive and captivating that I wasn't able to see his hungry look behind them, that only thing I was able to see were beautiful dark pupils. I just stared at him for a million years, which in real life had been less than 10 seconds. He had caught me staring though and had been smirking my way, something that made him look like if he was the predator and I the prey. Of course at the time I had just blushed and turned away, too intimidated.

That first meeting I had felt like he was the most amazing creature I had met; to me he was innocent and pure. I was the innocent one though. No sooner would I find out that a beast was eating at me; destroying me little by little, bringing my self-esteem down and making me his Bitch.

That's what I had truly had been—his Bitch. The one he called when he ran out of girls to fuck, the one he demanded intercourse with, that one that had to follow him around like a lost puppy, the one that begged for his forgiveness even though she had done nothing wrong. I remember every time he would have sex with me, because it was only him enjoying himself. It was always him on top, enjoying what I had hated the most, while I laid like a doll on the bottom. However, I had let it happen because I felt it was my obligation to do that and when I didn't let it happen, things got ugly.

Not only had he left me multiple times for other girls, who had been my classmates in high school and would always make fun of me, bragging that they have gotten in bed with my boyfriend, but he denied it all. I was naïve, or rather stupid, because I knew those things where happening yet I ignored them, always trying to convince myself that those things were not true, that those girls were jealous of my loving boyfriend, oh what a joke that had been. However, I had finally broken from him when he slept with Avery.

He had been my nightmare, one that I never wanted to repeat, so now I just didn't allow myself to dream.

"Rose" Adrian's voice finally got me out of my trance, his serious tone implying that I had been unresponsive for a while now.

"Sweetheart, you scared the shit out of me" His tone was lighter but there was a hint of worry behind it.

Pretending—yeah, my life revolved around that word—like it had been nothing, I jumped back into the pool, telling him to bring out the liquor. He had brought Gin to make martinis and what better way to forget then to drown my sorrows in alcohol.

So we drank martini after martini, I giggled and screamed because of how drunk I was getting and the crazy shit Adrian would do to make me crack a smile.

Once in a while I would see that hungry look in his handsome face as he stared at my uncovered body and I would try to avoid looking at him because I was also feeling what he was when I stared at him. Like I had said, Adrian was like an Abercrombie model, skinny yet muscular, and his physique did things to my body that I wanted to deny. The V shape that led down to his membrane was the sexiest thing on him, aside from his membrane itself. Which wasn't different per say, but it was a fair size and I would wonder once in a while how it would feel to be with him that way.

Would I enjoy it? Would it feel good?

I had never enjoyed being intimate with a guy, not that I had slept with many, but those that I had, I always done it because that's was what you did right? That's how you let go.

But with Adrian, would he make me feel different? Would he actually take care of me as I had always desire? I wanted a man to make love to me, not jump pump into me like a crazy animal who only thought about his needs.

I could see a look in Adrian's eyes, one that said that he would do anything just to satisfy me. However, there was something missing in his eyes, something I had seen in another man a week ago.

He was a gentleman who wouldn't leave my mind even as drunk as I was, a very tall Russian who had showed his protectiveness over me. But more than that, the look he wore that made my heart melt, the one where his heart was in his eyes, and it expressed feelings beyond my understanding.

Sirens, red and blue lights, surrounded the building in seconds and I couldn't help but swear, not wanting to believe that this was happening, we had been as quiet as possible, aside from my giggles and screams, and it couldn't have possibly alerted someone.

My first reaction was to run and find a place to hide the liquor however, I discover that I was still undressed and instead made a run to grab my robe, we were busted anyway and it was better to be somewhat clothed than naked when the police came busting through the door.

We hadn't really been incarcerated; we just sat at the police station. Adrian wrapped in towels and me in the silky robe I had put up before the police had arrested us. We were waiting for someone to pick us up, it wasn't because Adrian and I were not old enough yet, and we were both considered adults by the law. Nonetheless, our level of intoxication was beyond the limit that neither of us could bail each other out and drive.

Also we were not exactly facing charges right now, the fact that I had a key to the pool said I had permission to be there and it didn't specify whatI was allow to do there or until what time I was allowed there, or at least that's how the police saw it. I had a feeling that was not it though, and it was had something to do with my father and his connections—yes the Zmey even had connections with the government—but I let it go, it was better for me. However, they had said that they were to alert my school of my activities and my face was drained out of color.

There was no doubt that I would be expelled from school this time.

What I was still trying to figure out though was who had called the cops on us? I had asked multiple times already and the only answer I got was grunts form the guards. It irritated me to no end but I wasn't in a position to demand answers.

"Adrian" A middle-aged, tall and skinny, woman came running towards where we sat, and by the color of her eyes I knew it was Adrian's mother, Danielle Ivashkov. She stood there with her hands on her hips, chastising us for our behavior.

However, I didn't hear a word that came out of her mouth because I had been staring at the figure who had been a couple of steps behind her—Dimitri Belikov.

Dimitri's POV

I couldn't believe it, I just couldn't and that was saying something. I was never one of those stubborn people but at this moment I just couldn't wrap my head around what Abe Mazur was doing.

He was calling the cops on his own daughter.

Okay so maybe I should start from the beginning, about how I ended up here. It was a Saturday morning, when a phone call had woken me up from my beautiful nightmare.

The one where I laid naked in the sheets with the brown haired stranger I had met at the club, exactly a week ago. The one that made me want to be her savior and make it all right in the world for her. The one that had ran out of my reach in the parking lot. I didn't get the chance to observe the change of her demeanor, but something had obviously gone wrong and I couldn't help but feel guilty about not noticing it and make it all better for her.

One moment she was rambling, a trait I found very adorable on her, and the next she was whispering an apology and running back towards the path we had come from.

There had been a part of me that wanted to run after her and do anything to make it right, however there had been another part that had kept me glued to the concrete floor, it was the rational part of me that told me to let her go, that this was something she need to deal with on her own. I wished I had gone with the irrational part of me because the only thing I wanted to do was hold her, console her, and give her my shoulder to cry on.

Oh, but that beautiful stranger hadn't left my mind, she was engraved to it. Every single of my thoughts were devoted to her, and just like every night before this one the dreams were of the same concept.

I smile to the dark-haired mystery woman I met, while moving my lips slowly along hers. The kiss was long, sweet, and passionate. All of our emotions were out on the table as we tried desperately to show each other how much we cared. My tongue ran along her bottom lip asking for permission to enter her precious mouth. I slowly reached to where her shirt ended and gently brought it over her head, breaking the emotion consuming kiss only for a nanosecond.

Our emotions grew stronger by the moment, the kiss growing hungry and needy. I broke the kiss for a moment to take the chance to observe what the goddess in front of me appeared to look like. She was made out of perfection; flat stomach, curves, and a big chest. It all appeared too good to be true and I couldn't believe that I was allowed to see it, much less touch it.

Wanting to show her all I felt with my actions, I returned my lips to hers and fully undressed her, leaving her with nothing but her red silk panties, without breaking the kiss. I trailed kissed her from her lips to the back of her ear to her neck, kissing every piece of flesh I could put my lips on.

Oh god, she was so divine, everything about her sparked a fire inside of me and my manhood couldn't have gotten harder than it already was. It was painful having it stuck inside my jeans but I couldn't focus on myself, I wanted to show my beautiful woman all I felt for her.

Having covered her body full of kisses, even in the most intimate places, I undressed myself and stood in front of her as she rested on the bed.

I couldn't take my eyes of her, she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever encountered in my life, and as she laid there in front of me I couldn't help but stared. Her cheeks were pink, she was flushed from what I had done to her, and her breath quickened while she stared at me and ran her tongue through her lips. Just the sight of her made me want to come all over myself.

Finally fully unclothed, I ripped her panties open and lead my hardened manhood into her entrance. My eyes looking straight into hers, asking for permission to be inside of her, when she slowly nodded her head, I slowly entered her. Her walls surrounding my cock and making me feel the most pleasurable feeling.

And BAM! Every time my dream ended there.

I called it my beautiful nightmare because the dream was just marvelous but it was something I could never attain.

The dream was always so glorious that I couldn't imagine how it would feel to really be with her.

At that moment I remembered what had woken me up from my beautiful nightmare and I reached for my phone.

Picking it up after the fourth ring I answered with my usual greeting: "Belikov speaking."

"Ah, Mr. Belikov, everything is set for tonight. I would love to meet with you in the Russian Tea Room to go over the details of the plan. What do you say? Can you make it there in an hour?" Abe Mazur's snarky voice said.

I had agreed to meet Mr. Mazur in the Russian Tea Room at 8 as it was only about to be 7.

After meeting my mysterious woman I wanted nothing more than to just call off the deal I had made with Mazur and just spend my time looking for the exotic beauty. However, I just couldn't do it, it was like some force wouldn't let me do it but also I didn't want to break my word so I kept it. Knowing my mother had raised me to be an honorable man who would keep his word at all times and I didn't even have to be with Rosemarie, just showedher that there were still good men left on earth.

I ran a cold shower, still feeling the heat over my dream and I was ready in less than 30 minutes, wearing something similar to what I always wear: my Burberry black dress pants, red Prada dress shirt with the first three buttons open, and my red Jimmy Choo dress shoes.

My outfit brought Ivan to mind and how much he hated when I dressed like this. He was still mad at me for not showing up to the club, but fortunately he hadn't called my mother. The truth was that after my beautiful stranger had run from me all thoughts of being in the club suddenly became distasteful so I had driven back home, forgetting about Ivan and Christian. To say that the next morning had not been pretty was an understatement.

"Why up so early sunshine? Are you going to go visit her?" With her, I knew Ivan meant Tasha, he still wasn't letting the whole Tasha thing go and he had been on my balls about it since last week.

"Man, I told you already she's not the reason I didn't make it. I was there, but at the end my stomach wasn't feeling so well." This had been the lame excuse I have given Ivan on why I had left the club as soon as I gotten there.

"Yea sure, sure. So where are you going? Dressed all fancy pants and shit." Ivan made a face as he inspected my outfit and, like always, not finding it good enough.

"Dude seriously, you pay thousands of dollars for those clothes you will think they would at least look good." I couldn't help but crack a laugh at his words and at the face he was making as he observed me like I was some kind of lab animal of some unknown species.

"Ivan, I'm leaving. I'll be back later and maybe we could do something. Play Black Ops?" I arched one eyebrow, knowing what his answer was already.

"Hell yea."

I had arrived at the Russian Tea Room ten minutes before I was to meet Mazur there, but when I got there he was already seated in the table he had been when he had first came to me about his daughter.

The talk was very short and simple, and if I may say so very vague. He gave me no details, only instruction. I was to meet him at St. Vladimir College around midnight, where I would ride with him in his car and he would take me to the place I needed to be at. He said more details were to be given to me when we met later tonight. After that I left him to eat whatever he had ordered and went back home.

At home, I had my chef cook Ivan and me a shrimp salad while we played the Xbox 360 for a little over four hours. I had never been such much of a video game person but when it came to Ivan, things got very intense, it was like a duel to death. At the end his wins obviously outnumbered mine, but I was a dignified loser.

"I have plans tonight and no don't make that face, it's not with her. I have business plans, so no clubbing, at least not until I'm unoccupied, and I don't know how long it's going to take." I felt sorry for always ditching Ivan and Christian on night out but duty called first.

Luckily, Ivan decided to be reasonable and not throw a tantrum, but he made it pretty clear that I owed him big time.

I met Mazur three blocks away from the college campus, which were a lot of gothic-looking structures; something from centuries before, most likely Romanian or Russian architecture. After I've gotten there twenty minutes before midnight I had to hand over my Mercedes, something I was very reluctant about, to one of his bodyguards.

I was going to ride with him to our destination and after getting out of my Mercedes I headed over to his Black Cadillac BMW.

"So here's the plan" Abe said in that sarcastic yet serious tone of his.

With the plan into action, I was still unable to grasp the idea that Mazur would call the cops on his own daughter. I know he wanted me to meet her in a complex way but this took home the prize for it. And what was she going to think once I was the one that showed up to pick her up instead of her father? Would she throw a tantrum, one of those Ivan would most likely throw if he was put in the same situation? Would she even want to leave with me or would she demand that someone else went for her? I didn't even know her, so I had no idea how Mazur would be able to get the police to release her to me. However, he wielded many influence and I didn't doubt that he had connections with the Manhattan Police Department.

We waited, a half a block away from the building Mazur claimed his daughter was at the current time. How he knew this? I had no idea; the building was dark and quiet that there was no evidence of life inside it. But well I wouldn't put it past Mazur to listen to his daughter's phone conversations to know what she was up to.

We waited in the same spot for over three hours until the showdown started. And to say things got crazier throughout the night was an understatement.

At exactly 3:20 a.m. five police cars surrounded the building we had been observing, they all looked like they knew what to expect once inside, so there was no need to have their guns out, but I guess they still did it for "special effect".

They shouted things to one another and two officers threw the door open with one kick and all went inside. I had no idea what happen inside because as I had said, you couldn't notice anything from the outdoors, not even from the large windows that surrounded the building. My guess was that they were tinted, only for people to see the outside from the inside and not vice versa.

When the officers came back out to their cars, a man in a towel barely hanging around his hips was with them and besides him was a young woman in a silk robe, her hair seem to be wet and the silk robe showed that aside from it, she was wearing nothing else. However, she wasn't just any woman, it was her. My beautiful stranger.

My breath caught in my lungs and for a minute I felt like I was going to stop breathing altogether.

My beautiful stranger, the woman I wanted for me, the woman I wanted to save from whatever she was going through, was the daughter of Ibrahim Mazur—Rosemarie Hathaway.

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