A few hours late, I know ! I'm sorry though, I barely got done with homework and I wasn't able to upload the chapter until now. This is again a chapter to get the story going but I promise next one is when the story actually starts. I wrote it already and it was a very emotional ride, I will be uploading it here in some hours. For now enjoy, as I go to bed to dream about my Russian Savior! :D
Chapter 3
I was home late, but I had called Tasha to pick up my brothers for me because I didn't want them with Viktor and Janine in the house alone.
Christian had convinced me to go stay after school with him to go work out at the gym and I had agreed. I had this crazy thought that maybe I could beat Viktor when the time came, if I put more effort in getting stronger.
And I wanted to lose a few pounds.
When we got to the gym after school I expected for Alberta to be there, however instead we found a very familiar Russian. Familiar I must say because he was also now my P.E. teacher, I guess Kivora thought Alberta was a bit too old nowadays to take on 8 classes and after school sessions.
"Oh hello Miss. Hathaway and Mr. Ozera, it seems like you guys are going to be the only ones here for today" Belikov said and I looked around to see he was right. Teenagers hated working out. I did.
"So do you guys want me to work out on some techniques with you? Or are you guys' fine?" He had such a rich voice; I wanted to have his voice be the ringtone to my phone. Too bad I didn't own a phone.
Before I could tell him that we were fine alone, as Christian had promise to help me work out. Sparky opened his big fat mouth.
"Well Belikov thanks for the offer but I'm fine alone. Although Rose here is new to the whole work out thing so I think she would gladly appreciate your help." I blushed after his words came out, not because I was a shy girl. Not at all. But because of the way he said it, it was like he knew that this tall Russian was starting to be the man to take part in my wild fantasies.
The whole concept was foreign to me. I was never one to desire a man, after Viktor all I felt was disgust towards them. I had plenty of guys willing to be the object of my fantasies, but none of them had ever become it. And now this man that had stepped out of nowhere was starting to awaken a great desire inside of me that it felt surreal.
"Rose, would you like to get started?" Belikov was just a few inches away from me and I knew that I had been gone for more than a few seconds. Christian had already started working out and he had a smirk on display.
"Yes"
For the next two hours, I spent the whole time trying to stay concentrated on the techniques Dimitri taught me, instead of how his skin would touch mine and spark an intense fire that made me want to jump at him.
Those thoughts had to stop; they were starting to freak me out. I had promise myself that I would never feel like that towards a man, yet here I was longing for Belikov to touch me.
"Gosh Belikov, you want me to act like a pro. This is barely my first session" I said after we had sparred and I had ended up in the floor again.
"You can call me Dimitri, Rose. It's only right as I just beat you for like the millionth time" Dimitri, it was such a glorious and unique name, very fitting.
I decided that I liked Dimitri's smile, it made me warm and it was infectious.
"It's time to go Rosey Posey" Christian said as he came out of the changing room. He had gone to change before me because I had forgotten to bring another pair of clothes.
Walking home with Christian was good, it gave me time to get my thoughts together, and I very much enjoyed the Montana cold weather.
At the end I came to the conclusion that I was developing a small teacher crush on Dimitri that would soon past, and the other was that I would keep training with him because it was my only chance to defend myself against Viktor for the time being, until I actually ended everything.
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