Chapter Four

Paul!

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My eyes opened and I looked at my white ceiling. Oh my God my nose... what happened to my-

All of my memories flooded back to me. The training, my nose breaking, then... then the make out with my mentor! Oh my fucking God I made out with Dimitri! I stuffed my face into a pillow, but then quickly reclined because of my nose. Ow, dude. I looked over at my side table clock and read 13.03. I assumed that meant it was like one or something.

I shuffled to sit up and looked over into the mirror that stood across my bed. I hopped off and walked over to it. The first thing that I noticed was the bandages on my nose. They were attached from the length of it to the middle of my cheek. Crap. That's pretty embarrassing. Then I noticed my neck.

And it's odd color.

Purple! How-Dimitri! He did not! There were little love bites scattered up and down my neck on the right side. My jaw dropped in horror. What was Viktoria going to think of this-Olena? Oh, he's going to get it.

I padded out of my room and banged on Dimitri's door. There was no answer, so I opened it myself. I staggered in to see, well, his room. There was nothing changed about it, nor was there Dimitri. I slammed it behind me and ran down the stairs. I figured he wouldn't be on the girl's level, so I continued one more flight of stairs.

I looked through the kitchen and living room, and even yelled his name. Where the hell is he? I slid the sliding door open and walked out. I met the afternoon heat full on. I ignored it as I walked out to the field where Dimitri was doing crunches. There was a little cement platform with some water bottles. As I quickly approached him, he finally looked up and noticed me. There was shock written all over his face.

He jumped up and took a stance. I think that we both knew that I was going to beat the living crap out of him.

"Dimitri! You Goddamned asshole!" I hollered. I walked right up to him and punched him in the stomach. It was to fast for him to even register. I then kicked his shin and he backed up.

"Roza, Roza. It's fine, you need to calm down," He put his hands out palms facing me, trying to stop me. Nothing would stop me now. I punched him in the balls next, and as he was dropping, I kneed him in the face. He fell to the ground on his side, clutching his manhood (over the fabric of course!). He had an incredibly pained expression; his shaggy brown locks made a pool around his head. His teeth clenched together as I could see his jaw tightly locked. He eyes were squeezed shut and he was slightly rocking side to side.

I smirked down at what I had done no more that thirty seconds ago. He opened one eye to look up at me, and my face turned evil again. "I. Hate. You," I said as I kneeled down beside him. I ran my hand through his hair, and pulled it off his face. "Stupid, stinky, boy," I said with venom, though I couldn't fight the fact that he looked really cute and vulnerable right now.

Dimitri smiled lightly. "Oh Roza," he said and pulled my face to his. We were, again, inches from each other's mouth. Before he placed his lips on mine, he whispered: "Roza, you know you want me." He smirked and I leant in, not wanting to hear anymore of his bull crap.

Sure enough, I did. That was all I wanted. Though that would never leave me. Dimitri's hands left his downstairs and trailed up to my body. They landed at my hip. One of his thumbs kneaded soothing circles into my back. His other hand was secure at my ass. I would let this one slide.

Dimitri's nose slightly brushed against mine and I pulled away faster than a bullet. Dimitri still held my ass, but my face was distinctly away from his. My hands pulled from his to my face. I couldn't help but let out a little whimper as I touched my nose lightly, trying not to hurt it any more than it already did. Dimitri sat up and examined my nose.

"Roza, are you okay?"

I elbowed him in the thigh and he recoiled. "Do I look okay!"

Dimitri smirked. "Well, personally, I think you look-"

"Don't answer that, actually," I said and hit him lightly on his shoulder. He chuckled and stared into my eyes. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in. I felt myself doing the same. He gave me a small peck, and pulled away. I moaned for more, but he just loved teasing me. I pushed my bottom lip out to him. He rolled his eyes and took my bottom lip in his mouth. He sucked on it and let it glide out between his teeth as he slowly pulled away.

I felt my cheeks flood with color. He looked smug. "You need some restraint," Dimitri said and laughed lightly at his own joke. His laugh was like velvet on my skin. I loved it and yearned for it. I must have had the look in my eyes because he clutched my cheeks in his palms and pulled my face to his. I closed my eyes in bliss. It was a innocent make out, no tongue. It was sweet.

"Dimitri," I moaned his name. He growled in response. I knotted my fingers in his hair and pulled him as close as he could be to me. I climbed into his lap and rubbed his inner thigh. For a fact, I knew this would really turn him on (past experiences at St. Vlad's) and sure enough, it really did. Dimitri reached under my shirt and grabbed my left breast. He ran his thumb over the peak and I broke the kiss to moan.

Dimitri smirked and chuckled. "Roza," he growled and swept me into another hungry kiss. All I wanted was more and more. Dimitri kept on spoiling me and somehow, I knew I was getting addicted.

Suddenly Dimitri's eyes snapped open. He lifted me off his lap and down on the concrete. He stood up and walked away. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "What the-?"

He hushed me and Viktoria then came hurtling out of the house with Paul shortly after. My eyes widened in realization. Dimitri was right, we couldn't be open about our relationship here. Viktoria was finally next to me, sitting, with Paul trailing after her. He climbed onto the platform and sat next to me.

"Hi Auntie Rosie," Paul muttered and looked the other way. Dimitri stood on the other side of the concrete with his arms crossed, glaring at the ground.

"Rose!" Viktoria yelled and hugged me, pushing me over onto Paul slightly. Paul screamed a high pitch scream and jumped up so I didn't crush him. He stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

"Stop trying to kill me, Auntie Viktoria!" Paul yelled and stuck his tongue out at me.

"I'm not trying to kill you, the you kill to trying not is!" Viktoria said, switching her words around to confuse Paul.

"Stop it, Auntie Viktoria! You always try to confuse me!" he said and pulled on his hair. He turned around to Dimitri and Dimitri snapped out of his daze.

"Hey Paul-"

Paul hit him with his fist into Dimitri's privet area. "Uncle Dimka! Auntie Viktoria told me to do it!" he yelled and ran over to the track area. I could tell that Paul's little fist hadn't done much, but after what I did to him earlier, it was just like reopening a wound. Once Dimitri could control himself, he jumped off the platform and ran to catch up with Paul. Paul saw it coming and started screaming manically. It was so cute, since his voice hadn't deepened yet, and it was so high and squeaky.

Dimitri chased Paul a little longer until the little boy got tired. Dimitri scooped him up in his arms and Paul melted to him. Awe, what a good uncle... Paul twisted his fingers in Dimitri's hair and tugged at it. Dimitri chuckled and said something to him in Russian, which made Paul giggle. Dimitri set Paul down on the concrete and then climbed up himself.

"Hey Dimitri, do you think Paul has a crush on Rose?" Viktoria said deviously. Everyone turned to Paul. His face turned as red as a tomato.

Dimitri put a finger on his chin. "Hmm, well Viktoria, I think it looks like it," Dimitri said and smirked. Paul's jaw dropped.

"No! I don't!" Paul yelled childishly.

"Is that so, Paul? That's not what you told me at the park earlier. You said you loved Auntie Rosie. Also that you wanted to kiss her," Viktoria teased. Paul stood there quietly, looking like the equivalent to a tomato, but said nothing.

Dimitri slightly growled when Viktoria said her last sentence. "Yeah, I did say that," Paul admitted. Dimitri's jaw dropped, as did mine.

Viktoria's smile grew. "Well, why don't you tell her that yourself, she's sitting right here," Viktoria deviously said. My eyes grew wide as a blushing Paul walked over and sat down on my lap. He wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Auntie Rosie, I like-like you," he whispered into my ear and looked away blushing even more. I knew that Viktoria and Dimitri, seven feet away, had both heard him. Dimitri glared at the boy jealously. Viktoria was loving this, Dimitri on the other hand looked like he wanted to break some bones.

"Go on..." Viktoria said, patting Paul's back. Paul gulped. He looked me square in the eye and slowly leaned in. For a second, I thought it was Dimitri's eyes. I closed my eyes as Paul placed a peck on my lips. I smiled at him and, in embarrassment, threw his head into my chest, resting it on my cleavage. I giggled and patted his hair. Dimitri had his eyes set to kill.

"Okay, that's enough," Dimitri said as he leaned down and picked up Paul around the waist and hoisted him up. He almost choked me though because his hands were interlinked around my neck.

"No Uncle Dimka! Rosie is mine!" Paul said with defiance. Dimitri let go. He pressed his small body to mine and squeezed me in a hug. He turned around to glare at Dimitri. "I'm. Not. Sharing," he said.

Viktoria's jaw dropped. "Oh my God," she said and started bursting out laughing. Paul reluctantly let go and walked over to Dimitri and glared at him. He took Dimitri's hand.

"Let's play, Uncle Dimka," Paul said harshly. Dimitri glared back.

"Sure thing, Paul," Dimitri said back, equally forceful, if not, more.

The two walked off hand in hand to the house. Viktoria watched them and then turned to me. She laughed. "Boys," she said. "So I was-oh my God what happened to your face!" My eyebrows furrowed and hurt filled my features. "No! I mean, your nose! What happened? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that!"

I gulped and sighed. "Dimitri broke my nose," I said and she gasped.

"Oh my-really? Wow, that stinks," Viktoria said. She giggled and I looked at her weirdly. "He broke Sonya's arm before. That's why they don't have the best of relationship," Viktoria explained.

"Oh," I said. I hadn't seen Sonya and Dimitri talk to each other yet. I looked back over to her, remembering that she had something to say.

Viktoria caught on. "Anyway, as I was saying," Viktoria said slowly. "We should go shopping together," she cried happily.

My eyes widened. "With this!" I asked, pointing to my nose.

"Nobody will care! I hardly noticed it at all, right?" Viktoria said and I nodded.

"Okay then," I reluctantly said and got up. Viktoria and I walked hand in hand back to the house, and then up the stairs. She stopped in her room and I went into mine a floor higher.

I took off all my clothes and walked into the connecting bathroom. I turned the shower on and turned around to grab a towel. Suddenly, I heard a click, and saw the door handle turning. I grabbed the towel and tried to cover my body as best I could with it.

Dimitri walked in with his back to me. "Paul, just sit on my bed, don't make a mess of my... room..." his sentence faded out as turned around and saw me. The towel was covering my breasts (barely) and my downstairs, but showed off my prominent curves and legs. Dimitri's eyes seemed to be devouring me whole. I blushed. I was about to open my mouth and scream when Dimitri rushed over and put a hand over my mouth. "If Paul hears," he said and I stopped.

"How...?" I asked but then I realized. My eyes widened. A connecting bathroom. Oh my God, what other secrets were in this house?

I blushed and he nodded. He turned around and starred at the wall. "You can get in the shower if you want. Paul thinks that I'm taking a shower, and if I come out with the water on, he's going to know I was in here with you," Dimitri explained and I made an 'o' with my mouth.

"Oh, um, okay," I said. The shower had two layers of black and white curtains. Whether I liked it or not, Dimitri was probably going to see me naked. Dimitri stared at the wall and I dropped my towel on the hanger next to the shower.

I climbed in and let the hot water caress my body. It loosened up my muscles and washed my earlier sweat off my body. I hummed a tune I had heard earlier in the week on my iPod. I stopped suddenly, remembering that Dimitri was in here too. "Sorry," I said.

"No, it's fine, your voice is beautiful," Dimitri complemented. I smiled and blushed in the shower. There was a loud knock on the door. I could hear Paul's faint voice.

"Uncle Dimka! I have to pee! Can I come in!" Paul yelled.

Dimitri swore in Russian, I had heard it many times. "Ah," I heard him pulling off his clothes. Oh shit. "Yeah just a moment," he said. He pushed the curtains to the side and climbed in. I looked at him and realized in relief that he was still wearing his shorts, but his sexy hairless chest was completely exposed as my whole body. "You can come in now," Dimitri said.

Without further ado, Paul opened the door and came trotting in. He walked over to the toilet on the far side of the room, across from the shower and pulled his pants down. I didn't see anything, I just heard them.

Dimitri looked over me hungrily, and I didn't have enough hands to cover my body. He came at my lips in such a force. I blushed, but kissed back, nonetheless. Slowly, we came closer and closer. One of my hands knitted into Dimitri's hair and the other was tracing the muscles on Dimitri's chest. His hands were both planted firmly on my ass, gripping them hard and squeezing it now and then. My breasts were pushed so close to his chest, it felt like I was being pressed up against a wall.

I moaned quietly, but Paul picked it up. "Uncle Dimka? What was that?" Dimitri raked his mind for an explanation.

"I, uh, farted," he replied and smiled at me. I soundlessly laughed. Paul, who was still here, giggled.

"Okay, I'm done," Paul said and flushed the toilet. "Oh! Wait! Sorry Uncle Dimka!" Paul screamed. Just as the toilet had flushed, the water became so much more hotter on my back. I hissed quietly like a cat and Dimitri chuckled at me.

"It's fine Paul. Just go back into my room. Now," Dimitri said sternly.

"Aye, aye captain!" Paul said cutely and ran across the tiled floors to the door leading to Dimitri's room. When I knew it was securely closed, I laughed out loud.

"Nice excuse," I said.

He laughed that rich, velvety laugh. "Well what was I supposed to say? That was Auntie Rosie moaning sexually because I grabbed her ass while making out with her?" he asked and I gave him a knowing look. "That's what I thought," he said and placed his mouth on mine.

I had to pull away finally. "Get out! I need to shower! And I'm naked!" I yelled and hit his shoulder. He chuckled and walked out. He put his hair under the shower and allowed it to get wet. The ends on his shorts down were wet, but other than that, he was still pretty dry.

He laughed and pulled his shirt back on. He looked like he had just taken a shower. "Hurry up then, because I can't leave till you do," he said and crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall next to my shower, looking in. I was completely naked and all that I had seen of him was without a shirt. I scoffed and picked up the shampoo and rubbed it into my hair.

I got out ten minutes later, forcing Dimitri to leave before he saw me. He did so, allowing me to finally have some privacy. I walked out of the bathroom five minutes later, fully dressed in a layered tank top and some black short shorts. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I noticed my purple hickies on my neck. OH MY FREAKING GOD. I rummaged through my stuff and found some scarfs. I grabbed a green and black plaid one and wrapped it around my neck. It covered them completely. That Dimitri...

I slid on my Vans and walked down the stairs to meet Viktoria. She was wearing skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with Skrillex written on it. I love that band... I was going to have to make her let me wear that sometime. Dimitri saw us before we left, and at first glance, laughed his head off at my scarf. Naturally, I would have loved it, but because I knew he was laughing at me, not with me, it annoyed me. All I could do was glare at him.

We left in her pretty Mercedes Benz with the top down. We arrived nearly twenty minutes later, and it was already three now.

Dimitri POV

I was with the little brat in the kitchen now. I fed him some cereal, I think. It was Viktoria's so she's probably going to get pretty pissed with me later. Paul kept on glaring at me every so often, then he would look down at his food and eat again. Little shit. How could Karolina have such an annoying kid when she was so calm? I don't even remember who she had him with, but her boyfriend now was so quiet.

I leaned against the counter and pulled out my western novel. I was at the good part, I knew, because I had read this like thirty times before. Though my eyes were on the paper, my mind was certainly somewhere else. Rose. Of course, that was where my thoughts had been directed for the past few days.

When Kirova had called me last week to inform me that she had caught the infamous Rosemarie Hathaway, I was shocked. Even more so when she suggested that I train and mentor her. I had met her mother once before, so I kind of had an idea what she was like. I wasn't aware that she had a father, so I wasn't so sure. I was expecting a quiet but determined girl, yet I got quite the opposite. A loudmouth, disrespectful, and only driven when angry girl.

I was so shocked that I didn't reply very quickly. Kirova had to repeat my name a couple times before I woke up and took her offer. Before, I had been a mentor and trainer to many kids, and very great guardians did they become, but when I got Rose, I wasn't so sure. She came off different, like something unexpected was going to happen. And very true did something unexpected happen.

I fell in love.

Dammit, I admitted it to myself. I felt my cheeks heat up. Christ, I hadn't even known this girl for four days and she already had such this powerful effect. I had already made out with her twice, and they were both very sensual and hot. In fact, I could do it again, and again, and again. The way she smiled at me made me want to hold her against me every second of the day.

That shower experience was almost enough for my to pass out. It wasn't even expected. I had always known that bathroom was connected to the room over, but almost no one ever came over long enough to sleep in there. It had been only mine since we moved here. I had wanted to have my own room, but I ended up getting my own level of the house. I'm glad I'm the only boy in the family.

When I had entered that shower, I knew that something was going to happen. Whether it be that she screamed and blew the whole cover, or that something intimate would happen, and I chose the latter idea. When I saw her whole body naked like that-I knew there would be no turning back. Her huge and perfectly shaped breasts were the first thing that caught my attention. When I first got in, she tried her best to cover them, but then realizing that her lower wasn't covered, she dropped one hand, exposing one of the tanned breasts to my full undivided attention.

And even before I was forced into the shower by my sister's little bundle of joy, I had seen Rose's divine figure. Her hips and toned legs were enough to make any gay man turn straight. I was surprised that I could still stand up. I guess it was just thanks to my guardian training-never drop your guard; something that Rose has made me forget multiple times already.

I was literally obsessed, and I knew it. I was so infatuated with her, that it almost felt kind of normal. The worst part was that one: she was my student. How much more fucked up could it get? Two: she was underage. Now that I realize that, I feel like such a pedophile. I was twenty four, where as she was seventeen.

I was then pondering why it was Rose that I liked so much. I had, over the years, an extensive number of girls admiring and fawning over me. Was it because she was good at fighting? She pinned me twice in our first training, certainly much more than some previous students had achieved. Her body? No I'm not a heartless asshole, although Rose is determined that that is true. Maybe it was because she was different. She didn't act like all the other girls. She actually had a personality, and a goal in life, not just wanting to get in my pants.

I awoke out of my daze filled with Rose when a spoon was thrown at my forehead. A spoon. I looked around and saw Paul sitting on the stool with an empty bowl and his arms crossed. "It's not nice to throw things, doesn't your mama tell you anything?" I asked Paul in Russian.

"My mama loves me. She lets me do whatever I want," he said with a glare that might be able to rival mine. "Uncle Dimka, I'm not going to allow you to have Rosie all for yourself. You don't deserve her. Plus, you're too tall for her, Rosie and I would match each other more," Paul said in his angry, squeaky voice. It bothered me to no end, but I wasn't going to give a ten year old the satisfaction.

"Paul, you need to calm down. I don't like Rose like that. She is my student. You need to understand that. And calm down, do you want me to tell your mama that you threw a tantrum while she was out? And what about Rose? What would she think?" I said and smirked at Paul's horrified face.

"No! Don't Uncle Dimka!"

"And you don't deserve a girl like Rose. She's too good for you," I said. Okay, that was a bit harsh, I admit it. Paul brought his hands to his face and covered his eyes with them as he cried.

I lurched forward. "Paul! I'm sorry, Uncle didn't mean that, he was just angry. Paul don't cry, I'll take you to the park!" I walked over to his side and grabbed him by his waist and hoisted him up to me. I hugged him and patted him on the back. "I'm sorry Paul. Uncle Dimka has a bad temper," I said soothingly.

Paul socked me in the face. Yes, a ten year old, punched a full grown twenty-four year old in the face. I nearly fell, but because the little brat pinched my arm and I let go of him. He dropped to the floor on his butt, but quickly got up to kick me in the shin twice.

"Paul!" I screamed, but the little shit ran away, up the stairs, telling by the creaking. I heard him above me and pursued the kid. I ran at lightning speed and searched all three of my sister's rooms. He knew that Olena's room was off limits, so he wouldn't risk going in there. He wasn't in either of the rooms, so I went up one more floor and searched my room feverishly. I heard a slam and looked up. It wasn't from my room, so I got suspicious.

I walked out of the room and peaked into Rose's room. It was hard to be quiet in this house, since all the boards creaked under my weight. It didn't really matter because he knew I was hunting him down anyway. I looked under her bed, in her closet, in her and my bathroom, but there was no one. Frankly, I felt like a true pedophile now. I was about to walk out of the room, deciding that he had snuck out when I wasn't looking, when I heard a shuffle. I stopped in my tracks.

I looked to my left and saw the white dresser that held all of Rose's clothes. Could he? He was certainly small, maybe he could fit. I tiptoed over to it and heard another scuffling noise. I decided I would go with the middle one out of the three. I gripped the handles and prayed it was the right one. One, two, three! I thought in my head.

I pulled the drawer open as hard and fast as I could, and no surprise, there was Paul. With lipstick on? And... in Rose's... bras... Oh my God. Karolina is raising a pervert. My jaw dropped. He was clutching a black bra and a white one was in his other hand. I looked around. Jesus, she had hundreds of them. Black, white, green. Lace, push up, some padded. All sorts of colors, designs, and fabrics. I then realized that there were also her underwear in there. Again, all sorts of styles, even thongs. One of which, was around the top of Paul's head.

"Look! I'm Captain Underwear!" Paul said sheepishly, pumping his hand in the air. He must have known he was in deep shit by the death glare I was sending him. In truth, I was just jealous of his size, that he could fit into her underwear drawer. It was wide, but couldn't fit a kid any bigger than Paul. Ha, imagine a 6'7 man trying to fit in a dresser drawer.

Suddenly, the front door opened and closed shortly after. I ripped the garment off of Paul's head and grabbed him, hoisting him out of the drawer. I slammed it shut and ran out of the room with him in my hands. I could hear Viktoria and Rose coming up the stairs and I panicked. My room, I decided. I ran over and tried to open the door, but Paul must have locked it.

There was no way I was going to get caught because of Paul. He had Rose's lipstick on, and it was going to look like I brought him in there to go through her stuff. So, I ran back into Rose's room. I threw Paul in the bathroom, he could always use the excuse that he had to pee, and they would believe him since he was a child. A little angel. God, I thought, innerly rolling my eyes.

I slid under Rose's bed. It was just big enough to fit my whole body. I looked out as I first saw Rose's black Vans and nicely tanned legs. Next came in Viktoria who was wearing only socks. Rose giggled at something that Viktoria said and I mentally had a spaz attack at the adorable noise. Rose set down a ton of bags, and then Viktoria set down hers, equaling Rose's amount. Ten bucks says that that was all used on my credit card.

"Rose, I wanna see you in that new bikini!" Viktoria said excitedly.

Rose laughed lightly, another glorious sound. "Only if you try on the shirt I got for you," Rose said and Viktoria agreed. Shortly after, a pair of black shorts dropped to the ground, looking strangely familiar. Maybe that was because they were what Rose was wearing earlier.

She was stripping. Oh my God.

Next came her tank tops, and then her underwear. At first I was tempted to grab them, but then that would totally blow my cover. Lastly, her bra. It was so sexy. It was a navy blue and white striped with lace the same color. My fist tightened. So... tempting...

Rose's hand reached into a Victoria's Secret bag, and pulled out a bikini. It was blood red and black polka dots. Okay, she better not wear that around me, because that is going to drive me crazy. I wanted to look up from under the bed, but that would be ridiculously stupid.

Rose must have had the whole thing on, because Viktoria whistled. "Wow, that looks great on you. It makes your boobs look ten times bigger!" Viktoria cried.

"Yeah, because I totally want that." she said sarcastically. "Why did I let you talk me into buying this?"

"Because I knew it would make you look sexy," Viktoria said and I scoffed silently. "Plus, I knew it would make Dimitri want to fuck you," Viktoria giggled. My mouth dropped to the floor. Literally.

"Viktoria!" Rose said, obviously embarrassed, just as I was now. "It's not like that," Rose assured her.

"Oh please. I see the way he looks at you. It's crazy. It's like he wants to do everything to you," Viktoria said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I wondered to myself, did I really?

Rose didn't reply.

"Haah! You like him!" Viktoria yelled.

"No I don't!" Rose countered. What a liar, I thought.

"You totally do. If you didn't, you wouldn't be arguing with me right now," Viktoria said deviously. Oh, she is good. Rose didn't say anything after that. Viktoria snickered, and kicked Rose's bra under the bed, and it hit me in the face.

"Where's my bra?" Rose asked.

"Um, check under the bed," Viktoria said, trying to stifle a laugh.

Oh. No. Fucking. Way.

Muhaha i'm an assshoollleee! (: lol i was watching this super old episode of America's Next Top Model with my friend like allll daaay. I liked Elyse... lol

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