A.N: Have I told you guys how awesome you are? Well I'll say it again, you guys ROCK!
Personal thanks at the end of this chapter, hope you enjoy but mean while I'll be hiding behind the couch awaiting your response.
Chapter 8
Wish there was a first-aid kit for the broken heart.
The worse thing about waking up after a bad night is that reality doesn't give you much time before it slams it all back into your mind. Why had Mason hit? Why was he even there? The last time I had seen him he was naked with my mother riding him. And as much as I wanted that image out of my brain, it just wasn't possible. I would pour bleach into my ear if I knew it would erase that image.
The first year after the whole episode was the hardest; I had constant nightmares involving them. But thankfully it had been five years since I last saw either of them, and right now the last thing I needed was for Janine to show up. The heat of the arms surrounding me was actually providing a good source of comfort.
I don't know how long I slept or even if I had any dreams this past night, but I knew one thing; I wasn't leaving, well at least not sneaking away. My phone and my car were sitting at the club parking lot. I have yet to open my eyes, not really sure if perhaps this was dream, this warm and safe cage of arms the surrounded me… made me feel like I could take on whatever the world could throw at me. Shifting slightly I felt his arms tighten around my waist. And I almost gave in and just stayed put, but I needed to do something first… well maybe a couple of somethings.
Lifting his arm slowly and gently as not to wake him, I inched my way out of bed and went in search of his phone; I needed to let someone know I was alive and well before Lissa or Mia went into a panicked state.
Still in my dancing outfit I walked silently to the kitchen, thankfully his phone was on the counter and it had no lock code. Dialing Lissa's number as it was the only one I knew by heart I waited for her to answer.
'Hello?' she answered her phone.
"Hey Liss," I said.
'Oh my God Rose, where are you? We've been worried sick… what happened to you? You just disappeared, dad said not to worry but he wouldn't say anything and me and Mia were just about to call the police and now you just call from some random phone and-
"Liss, calm down! I'm okay, just needed to get away," I cut off her nervous rambling.
"How? Your car was at the club when we left, you never leave your car behind… EVER.'
"I was a mess and in no shape to drive, but I couldn't stay and face everyone… I wasn't ready," I said hoping she wouldn't ask anymore.
"Where are you? I can come get you now," and she would. If I told her I was three states away she would drive there to pick me up.
"Not yet, I'll come home soon… get some sleep, I love you and you too Mia, I got to go okay."
"Rose, if you are not home by tonight I'm calling the police and having them trace this number," This time it was Mia's voice that came through the phone.
"Okay, just not yet okay, I'm not ready to come home yet," they would do as I ask, I'm sure. But I'm also sure they would do as Mia said.
"Okay, we love you too," they said together. And with that I ended our call and erased the number from the call log.
Walking around the kitchen, still trying not to make any noise as I tried to discover where everything was to make some coffee, took me some time as the more I tried not to make noise the more noise I made. Trying to keep an ear open to make sure he was not up yet, once I set the coffee to brew I went back to the room… thankfully he was still peacefully sleeping.
Gently I opened his closet door and was actually surprised to see his taste in clothes was good and expensive. And he was organized, his clothes were together by style… shirts, t-shirts, jackets, sweaters and pants were each in their own little section. Which only made my task at hand all that much easier; reaching for a button-up shirt I took one and went into his bathroom for a shower. Maybe he wouldn't be too happy with me for making myself at home but oh well, no one told him to bring me here and there was no way I was leaving until we talked about what happened last night… though I was still wounded by his rejection I also wanted to know why he had come so quickly to my rescue, twice.
The smell of coffee filled the apartment as I closed the door only half way, in case he woke up before I got out. When I stepped in his bathtub images of what we had done here flooded my mind, tightening a coil inside my lower belly as want spread through me. If he didn't reject me again I will have him before I leave, maybe than I can bury this whole thing behind me and forget about this Russian once and for all.
I made my shower quick dried myself with the towel that was hanging behind the door, his towel. Putting on his shirt, and not just any shirt, a diesel shirt as I now noticed the tag on it. Rolling the sleeves up a couple of times so that my hands were visible I was satisfied that it came down to mid-thighs as I had nothing underneath.
This time when I walked back into the room he was sitting up, I don't know why but it startled me a bit.
"Good morning gorgeous," he smiled at me as his eyes took on a hungry look as he looked me up and down. The heat that surged up my cheeks told me I was blushing like a school girl.
"I'm sorry I used your shower without asking, but I dint want to wake you, so I just went on ahead but now I feel like I shouldn't have and I'll just shut up now," I was rambling and he was knew it too by the look on his face.
"Come here," he called to me and even though I didn't want to my legs were moving by its own accord. "How are you feeling?" he asked with a soft caress on my bruised cheek.
"I'm confused," I wanted to say 'fine' but the words didn't come, deep inside me I felt the need to be honest with him.
"Wanna talk about it?" all this caring from him was actually scaring me a bit, I mean yes, Lissa, Mia and my dad always worried about me but he was some random stranger whom I had a one night stand with.
"Why?" the question just spilled out, it seemed the filter between my brain and my mouth was a permanent vacation.
"We don't have to, if you don't want too. Let's go get some coffee," he got up and tugged me behind him towards the kitchen.
"Why are you being so nice? I mean we don't even know each other," I yanked my hand out of his grip.
"Because I want to," he answered with a shrug.
"Look, thank you okay. Thank you for beating up Mason and thank you for helping me out in the parking lot, I'll have my dad write you a check for all your troubles but I'll just be leaving now," I tried to walk past him but he was having none of that.
"Where do you think you are going?" he asked grabbing hold of my arm to keep me from leaving.
"Away from you," I snapped trying to yank my arm free but he held on.
"What have I done to you?" he asked.
"You're being nice," was the lamest thing I ever said.
"Perhaps you would like me to hit you a couple of times then?" he had not just gone there. And before I could actually think my next move through I lunged at him.
"What do you want from me?" I practically screamed while he held me away from his body. "Tell me, you know who my daddy is now, do you want money? Maybe you want status? Like I said I'll have him write you a check for all your troubles," I don't know why I was being this way; I just couldn't seem to stop myself now that I had started.
"Take a good look around you," he instructed as he released me and stepped into the kitchen. Feeling utterly deflated I did as instructed, looking around me I took in his living room area. It was huge; the furniture was of exceptional taste, nothing from some cheap store like Ikea or any store of the sort.
The back wall had a 'bigger-than-I-could-measure' TV, and the home theater attached to it was probably better than any cinema out there. But I doubt that was what he was referring too. Along the walls there where shelves filled with trophies and medals, also tastefully done was also the framed pictures of him holding some of the trophies I saw, pictures of him with the guys he had been at the club with on that first night. But of all the pictures the one that held me captivated was a picture of him and my father. He was holding a belt, one of those they give away at wrestling and boxing… and right next to him with a big, proud smile was Abe Mazur.
"You work for my dad," I said.
"Something like that," his voice was very close and I startled, I had been so lost in the picture that I hadn't heard him approach me.
"So that is why you came to my rescue, he ordered you," now it all made sense.
"I didn't know you were Ibrahim's daughter until after the fact," he handed me a mug.
"Then why? Why help me at all?" I snapped again, wonder if he knew it wasn't a very good idea for him to have handed me a weapon.
"Is it really that hard for you to believe that I did it because I wanted too, without any interest be it monetary or otherwise," he sounded exasperated.
"There is always an ulterior motive," before I registered what was about to happen he took the mug from my hand and put it down somewhere and placed a hand on each side of my face as he leaned down letting his lips hover mere inches from mine.
"To be honest I don't know why I did it," his hot breath mingled with mine. "Maybe I did it because I wanted to hold you one more time, or maybe I did it because I wanted to taste your lips again," closing the distance he molded his lips to mine. And for a second the world stopped existing and the only thing I felt was his lips on mine, but before I could deepen our kiss he pulled away, once again lingering just there.
"Maybe I did it because I can't get you out of my mind, ever since that night you have been plaguing my every thought… and I've been wanting to see you again, even though that was next to impossible but yet here we are, once again in my living room and I want nothing more than to just kiss you," his words were raw, too honest. It felt oddly good to hear them, yet it felt like it was some big secret that I wasn't supposed to know.
"Then why did you reject me last night?" and the million dollar question comes up.
"It took every ounce of my self-control to say no to you last night, and right now all I want to do is rip that shirt away from your body and just ravish you," his deep eyes bore into mine.
"What's stopping you?" I challenged.
"Because I don't want just one more fuck with you," he sighed letting his lips brush softly over my lips.
"What do you want?" he couldn't possibly want a relationship, could he?
"I don't know, I just know I want more… this is all so new to me. I don't really know what is happening but I don't want you if it's just for tonight," he pulled away, putting some distance between us as he let his body drop onto the couch.
"I can't do relationship," I said. No way in hell could I put myself through that again.
But whatever answer he was about to come up with was forgotten as the door opened revealing both of his friends.
"Really guys?" he snapped at them.
"Sweet sweet Rose," Lissa's blue eyed god grinned at me. "Fancy seeing you here, wearing his shirt, again." I groaned at the use of my club name.
"Good morning Rose," Mia's man greeted me.
"Leave. Now." Dimitri snapped again.
"Fine, whatever we just came to see what all that shouting was all about, thought maybe mom Olena was here," Christian said, but the look on his face told me he was indeed a bad liar, even I could see right through that.
"Let's go Chris," Mia's man tugged him away and the door clicked shut. Getting to his feet Dimitri walked over to the door and snapped the safety chain in place.
"I need to take my keys back from those fools," he mumbled on his way back to the couch.
"I'm damaged goods, I've been hurt bad, I have many issues." the words slipping out of my mouth were just further proof that the filter from my brain to my mouth was non-existent at the moment.
"I never want to see you hurt, seeing tears in your eyes destroyed me," his eyes bore into mine again.
"I have rules, me and my friends have rules, rules in which I'm breaking," more words came out. Without a word he grabbed my hand and pulled down so that I was sitting next to him. Fully turning he stalked towards me as I slowly let my body fall to a laying position with him crawling up my body.
"Stop me," he breathed out the words as his rough hand caressed up my calve, once he reached my knee he repeated himself. "Stop me."
But the further up his hand went the less I wanted to stop him, his hand froze at the hem of his shirt, "Please Roza, stop me," my breathing picked up at the expectation of feeling his body pressed up against mine, and the feel of his hand sliding up to my hip while it brought the shirt up with it sent my heart into acceleration. A sound close to an animal growling escaped his lips as he found out I had no underwear on.
"Please Roza, stop me," his pleading look told me he could no longer stop from taking me, but his gentleman side would stop if I said the words.
"I don't want you to stop," what was I getting myself into?
"I can't do this," he panted. I can't really be sure what he meant, I know he can perform so I don't know what he meant. Ever the temptress I arched my back up off the couch as I took the shirt off and tossed it aside, looking at his eyes I saw that with the shirt gone so was his resolve. His eyes turned two shades darker as he hissed something in Russian. It seemed the more he drank in my body the darker his eyes became.
But he still restrained himself, and as the seconds turned to minutes it started to sink in just how low I was for doing this, for throwing myself at him like this. Feeling embarrassed I tried to get off from under him.
"Don't move," he panted.
"Well you clearly don't want me, so let me up," I crossed my legs as much as I could and covered my chest with my hands trying to regain some composure. Raising my arms above my head he held them there with one hand while his other held his body up above me as he nudged my legs apart with his knee. Leaning down he claimed my lips in a searing kiss, nibbling at my bottom lip with his teeth as he ground his steel hard erection against my bare pussy, the moan I let escape was swallowed by his kiss.
"Do you still think I don't want you?" he whispered in my ear as he moved his erection again, this time the moan came out loud and clear.
"I think you are wearing too much clothes," he still had on the same clothes from the club as he had gone to sleep in them.
"I'm sorry but this won't last long," he panted as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, the next second he was inside me and I was in heaven. "Fuck, so tight," he grunted as he slowly pulled out and eased his cock back inside making my head fall back as my hip raised to meet him.
"Fuck me, don't tease me," I growled after a couple of minutes of slow, torturous thrusts.
"Such a dirty little mouth," he emphasized each word with a hard thrust. I needed to come, needed the released I had been ignoring for a while so I lowered my hand to rub my clit while he kept up his torture.
"Oh yeah baby, make yourself cum while I fuck you," he picked up his tempo and so did I, and as the coil tightened he sped up. I was very close and when he leaned down and wrapped his lips around my nipple I lost it, the feel of his teeth sent me crashing down. Pulling out he came into his hand, making an unnecessary mess.
"Sorry, no condom," he explained as he wiped his hand on the shirt he had been wearing. I couldn't help but laugh at the scene in front of me. A naked Dimitri wiping cum off of his hand onto a shirt, was suddenly hilarious.
"How about a shower? than some breakfast? My sister Viktoria has about the same body as you so you should find something that fits you in the spare bedroom, how about it?" I sensed he had a lot on his mind, as did I, so shower and breakfast it is then.
"I'd say only if you carry me, but I don't want you to touch me with those hands," I made a face at him.
"What's wrong with these hands?"
"They are all icky," I giggled, feeling very giddy and relaxed.
"Icky? Really Rose?" he looked like he was fighting back laughter as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like a rag doll, I didn't protest as I had a good view of his naked bum. Maybe we could be fuck buddies, there's no need to get all relationship-ish, was there?
A.N: What awaits them next? What does Dimitri really want from her? How will the girls react to this new development? Tune in and find out on the next chapter of 'Just follow the rules"… mind you its 3:42 in the morning as I write this and I wanna post it now so tomorrow I'll add all the personal thanks… just know I read each and every one of my reviews and I love each and every one of you… good night, cuz I have a double shift starting in less than 5 hours… so good night and good bye! Nina