Chapter Nine

Series of Events

7.000 word challenge!

Rose POV

I crawled out of bed at nine in the morning. I felt as good as new. I had only been sleeping for like, what, two days? I slid some white slippers on and walked out of my room. I decided to go back into my room to put on different clothes. I was sick of wearing this dress!

I walked back in to my room, closing the door quietly behind me, and pulled my dress over my head. Instead, I decided to put on a white v-neck shirt and a pair of tight bright green short shorts. The shorter the better, Dimitri had once said.

My tan legs were completely shaved, and looked sexy as ever, if I do say so myself. I put my hair up in a messy bun and applied only a little eyeliner and lip gloss. I walked out of my room then walked over to Dimitri's room. I didn't need to even knock, I just walked in. The floor of his room had been cleared, and the shades drawn. It was incredibly dark in here to say in the least, the navy blue walls only added to the effect. Dimitri's black bed spread lay in a heap into middle of the bed.

I walked over and sat down on it. Dimitri was completely exposed; he had no shirt on, showing me his oh-so-sexy tanned and hairless muscular chest. Oh God, I was melting! The covers only covered the ends of his long muscular legs, and he only wore a pair of gray shorts. Mmm. I leaned in and pressed my chest to his, placing a kiss on his lips. His arm twitched, and his eyes barely opened.

His dark brown orbs seemed to be assessing me, trying to figure out who the hell was on top of him, and what I wanted. I think he realized it was me, because his arms snaked out and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me onto him. He smiled lightly as I placed a kiss on his jaw bone. "Roza," he muttered. His hands stayed planted to my ass as I leaned in. I sucked on his sharp jaw for a moment, then went lower to his neck. I left a trail of kisses lingering on his skin as he moaned lightly in delight.

"Good-morning!" I sang. A pleasant smile crossed his features. I leaned in and put my lips on his once again. We both sucked on each other's lips, before he slid his tongue in my mouth. They danced around together, but then went to explore each other's mouths. I ran mine along his smooth teeth, and his rubbed mine in a loving way. One of his hands brushed down the side of my legs.

In return, I ran my fingers down his chest. "Good morning to you too, Roza," he said into the kiss and smirked.

A creaking of floorboards outside the door brought us back to reality as I jumped off him and straightened up my attire. To our luck, it was only Viktoria, who was holding Zoya in one arm. She pushed the door open and looked in. She gave us a skeptical look and rolled her eyes.

"Dimka, why are you both wearing lip gloss?" she asked and I couldn't help but blush. Dimitri immediately wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and examined it. Yep, he saw it. He gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.

"What are you going to do about it? Tell Mama and get Rose kicked out?" he asked with a smirk on his face. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He straightened up his spine and I heard a sickening pop. He leaned back and rested his weight on the palms of his hands.

"Actually," she started, shifting Zoya's weight, who giggled, "I talked to her about it," she said with the shrug of her shoulders. Dimitri's eyes bulged and my jaw dropped. She gave us a get-a-grip look and continued. "I asked her, 'Mama, what if there was something going on between them?' and it took her a second, like she was thinking about it. She said that as long as you two truly loved each other, and were serious about it-and didn't disrupt Rose's training, it was fine with her, in fact, she said she would welcome it," Viktoria said and smiled.

"Really?" I asked, aghast. Was it really going to be that easy?

"No, she's lying," Dimitri determined. Viktoria laughed, and Zoya shook.

"Rose, I'm kidding," she said. "Mama would chastise me if I asked that. She thinks that you are only his innocent student. She really likes you though, you're a ton better than some of the rest girlfriends Dimitri's had in the past," she said and gave him a disgusted, annoyed look.

"Okay, I know! Some were kind of bad," he said sheepishly. "But that's not the point. Rose is different," he said sternly and looked Viktoria in the eye. The way he said it made me feel... excellent. He made me feel different, as if I weren't another one of his dumb blonde or bitchy girlfriends, that I was better. I gave him an affectionate look, and he returned it.

"Kay, well, whatever. Go masturbate to some of her pictures some other time," Viktoria said and rolled her eyes as Dimitri glared at her powerfully. She turned to me and smiled. "Time for breakfast!" she said happily and handed Zoya to me. I squished her to me and tickled her stomach. She started giggling, and it was just so cute!

I walked out of the room with her, not without giving Dimitri a wink, and he gave me a longing look in return. We went down the stairs and finally made it into the kitchen. Olena was making something, and both of Viktoria's older sisters were gone.

"Hello, Rose!" she said and nodded at Viktoria. "Vika, I told you to get both of them," she said and Viktoria shrugged her shoulders.

"I did, but he decided not to come," she muttered and sat down in an empty seat. Olena put some Russian breakfast food on the table and I looked at it with confusion. Viktoria noticed my discomfort.

"Ah, Rose, this is grenki, a sort of roll," Viktoria said and pointed to some rolls in the center of the table. "These are latkes," vegetables and meat looking stuff; "And regular omelette, with just ham, cheese, and vegetables inside," she said and I felt relieved. Finally something I knew.

I grabbed an omelette, and a grenki, only curious for the taste. I took a bite into it, and to my surprise, it was increasingly good! I looked over at Viktoria who had a smug look on her face.

"Knew you'd like it," she said, and took a bite into her own.

"Olena!" I called and she turned around, a pleasant smile on her face, "This is really good!" I said happily and swallowed. She laughed lightly, a sound that reminded me of Dimitri's laugh, and turned around to cook something else.

"I'm glad you like it," she called back. I took another bite into bliss and enjoyed being there. Dimitri padded into the room then, with the continual appearance of only shorts on. I smirked at him and he shook his head and walked up to his mother.

"Mama," he said. She turned around in surprise and hugged her son. He was like three heads taller, but it was still cute. Olena's long straight dark, dark brown hair was in a high ponytail, and with her tanned skin with nearly no wrinkles, she looked not a day older than thirty, though I had been notified by Dimitri before that she was forty-one.

She placed a kiss on his cheek and he pulled away to walk over towards Viktoria and I. He sat across the table from the two of us, and eyed me hungrily, as if I were the breakfast, instead of the food in front of him.

"Thank the housewife," Viktoria said, pointing her fork at him. He chuckled and turned to his mom.

"Thank you, housewife!" he called and Olena laughed while standing over the stove.

Olena then soon enough stopped cooking and sat down with us, next to her son. I kind of thought that this might come up, but not the way Viktoria said it.

"Mom were you with Abe last night?" she asked loudly. Olena looked up and blushed. She turned her head to the right were Dimitri wasn't sitting.

"No!" she said quickly and picked up her fork. She pushed around the latkes and never put one in her mouth. Suspicious. "I met up with a bunch of friends and had too much fun, that I decided to stay over," Olena lied. Oh come on, it was so obvious.

"No, you stayed over at Abe's, didn't you?" Viktoria pried. Olena's eyes widened and then closed to slits.

"That is privet information," she said in a tone I didn't recognize as Olena's.

Dimitri put an arm around her. "Stop. Talking. Viktoria," he said spaced out and seriously. She lifted her shoulders and forked something into her mouth.

"I'm just wondering," she said. It was silent then.

Awkward.

"So..." I started, trying-no, hoping-to get out of this silence and get some conversation going. "Olena, do you have any plans today?" I asked gingerly. She smiled at me and nodded.

"Yes, I was going to meet up with Oksana, and Mark, later in the day, and I'm not so sure when I will be returning," she said impishly.

I nodded. "Well that sounds like fun," I said. Dead silence.

Continuous awkwardness.

"I think we should get a dog," Viktoria then said. I sent her a thankful look and she smiled in return.

Olena gave Viktoria a disapproving look. "Who would look after it? You have summer school, your sisters work during the day, and I run errands," she said and took a bite of a roll.

"Dimitri and Rose," Viktoria said plainly, like is was the most basic this ever. Dimitri and I both looked up at the same time to give each other a look. I looked down, embarrassed. I heard Dimitri smirk, though. Ass.

"But those two are training," Olena said concernedly.

"In the morning. After three, they aren't any more," Viktoria answered. "And once I get back from school, I could help out too," Viktoria said eagerly.

"No, Viktoria," Dimitri said, slightly annoyed. He gave her a tired look. "Rose and I aren't going to watch over your dog for you," he said. "Plus, Rose needs schooling lessons, and I will be teaching her," he said and gave me a sly smile that Olena didn't catch, but Viktoria and I certainly did.

Viktoria pursed her lips. "Fine," she said, finally defeated.

"Why do you want one anyway?" Dimitri asked, clasping his fingers, lifting his foot to my knee, and feeling the softness of my leg with his toes. His legs were warm, it felt nice.

"So I have someone to talk to," she said and pushed eggs around her plate. "Sonya, Mama, and Karolina are always gone, and with Dimka and Rose alway flirt-training," she corrected herself under Dimitri's glare, "I have no one to talk to. I feel crazy talking to Zoya, and she only laughs at me, anyway," she admitted.

"Frankly, I think it's a little bit crazier to talk to a dog rather than a baby," I told her, and she smiled, laughing.

"Just a little," Dimitri added and Viktoria kicked his leg. Ehem, I mean, my leg. She didn't seem to notice that the leg was a lot shorter and less muscular, though, so it was fine. I sent Dimitri a scared as hell look, and he gave me a reassuring one.

After twenty or so more minutes, Olena started cleaning up. At that time, Paul came down, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair was all ruffled and his yellow polo shirt was wrinkled. He had on tan khaki shorts on that went to his knees, not covering his stick legs. He slapped his feet over to me and put his hands up. I took this as a sign that he wanted to sit on my lap.

I picked him up and placed him on my lap. He curled into me and started sucking his thumb. It was a wonder how this kid was ten already. He nuzzled his head into my chest and closed his eyes. He seemed to be falling asleep. He is so cute, I thought, as I put a hand on his head and patted his hair.

I looked up across the table to see Dimitri staring at Paul with hate. With the hand that wasn't in his mouth, Paul grabbed my hand and started rubbing it with his thumb. My eyes widened in shock, what the hell was he doing. Olena walked back and laughed.

"Paul is in love with you, Roza," she said and picked up my empty plate in front of me and Viktoria's. Viktoria picked up some of her plates and silverware and brought it into the kitchen to hel her mother.

"Not as much as I'm in love with you," Dimitri said with a smug smile across the table. I blushed and he started rubbing my leg with his foot. I felt like a jerk for not helping, but whenever I tried to, Olena or one of Dimitri's sisters would tell me no, that I'm the guest and that I should sit.

It was funny, because when I had first got here, Viktoria had told me that this was now my house too, and that I got to do whatever I wanted. Still, I held Paul, though. He looked comfy and was certainly warm, so I held onto him tightly as he slept on me.

I brought him up to his room, which was in a surprising location. It was also on the fourth floor, apparently there had been another room that I wasn't aware of. Two, in fact. There was a big room, across the hall from Dimitri's room, and then another smaller room with a twin sized bed, and little boy things, like baseball bats and random articles of clothing littered everywhere.

"Paul, you need to clean up after yourself," Dimitri scolded. Paul stuck his tongue out at him and Dimitri growled. "So difficult," Dimitri said. I placed Paul down on his bed and pulled the covers up.

"Can Auntie Rosie sleep with me?" Paul asked sweetly and Dimitri tensed up.

I looked at him sadly and shook my head. "Sorry, Paul. I have to go train with Uncle Dimitri," I said and he nodded, obviously hurt because Dimitri was chosen over him. He glared at Dimitri and then smiled at me.

"Okay, have fun Rosie," he said and drifted off into sleep. I smiled at him as I caressed his cheek softly. Dimitri grabbed me from around the waist and pulled me to him and gave me a long kiss. He looked down at Paul, who was sleeping soundlessly.

"Take that, brat! She's mine!" he said and stuck his tongue out at Paul. I hit him on the shoulder and caught hold of his hand. We walked down the hall to the other mysterious room that was across from Paul's.

"What's in here?" I asked, genuinely curious. Dimitri pushed the door open and walked inside. There was a table in the center of the room and a white board on the far wall. There were windows on either sides of the white board and pretty florescent lights above. There was an Apple computer with a huge screen in the corner with a window above it.

"It was my office," Dimitri said, "but then when I had to start teaching kids, I turned it into a study hall," he said and smirked.

"So you're my teacher now?" I asked and rose an eyebrow. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his ear closer to my lips. "Does that make me the naughty student?" I purred as I lightly bit his earlobe.

"That's exactly what it makes you," he said and put his hands on either sides of my head on the wall. I leaned back and pulled him closer to me, locking my lips with his. He kissed me hungrily, as if I was food to be devoured, but over time, it felt like he was caressing my lips with his.

"Students shouldn't be doing this with teachers," I said, pretending to actually be in an innocent student's place. "But it feels so right," I moaned, and Dimitri chuckled into the kiss. One hand dropped to my back, and it climbed lower and lower until it firmly held my ass. Dimitri sucked on my bottom lip, and slowly let it out of his mouth. I rubbed my nose to his cheek. "Oh Mr. Belikov," I said, and couldn't help but giggle.

"Call me Dimitri, Roza," he said and chuckled as well. I think we were having a little too much fun with this charade.

"Okay, Dimitri," I said, and his name rolling off my tongue felt like silk. "I want to run my hands all over your body," I told him seductively.

He lightly laughed his deep, rich laugh. "Don't even get me started with what I want to do to you," he whispered hotly in my ear. I moaned in return. "Roza," he purred.

I think it was fair to say that we were both incredibly turned on by each other. We continued to kiss and feel each other in the dark room; the only light was coming in through the one window that was above the computer because the blinds were wide open.

The clock on the wall indicated what time it was. We broke out of our lustful trance and went to our respective rooms, changing into our workout clothes. I put on a white sports bra and tank top and slid some booty shorts on.

I walked out of my room and walked down the stairs. I stopped abruptly and ran back up the stairs, realizing that I had forgot my running shoes. I was running around the corner of the stairs when I ran right into Dimitri. I hit my head on his chest, and started falling backwards. Shock registered in my head, I was going to fall. My eyes snapped open.

Dimitri lurched forward, catching me by putting one arm around my waist and a hand securely on the wall. I was about to start screaming, when I noticed Olena walking across the hall. She didn't even look up or notice us. We stood, him leaning completely over me, like statues. She let out a yawn and looked at her watch, but continued walking like we weren't even there.

Christ!

As she walked into her room, Dimitri and I both un-tensed at the same time, knowing that the coast was clear. I almost lost my ballance a second time, but Dimitri pulled me in to him. He inhaled my scent and placed a kiss on my neck. I smirked up at him, and slipped out his grasp before he could make out with me anymore. Not that I didn't like it-hell no. I was obsessed, yet we needed to get our training done.

I laced up my shoes and ran down the stairs, two at a time. I slid into the kitchen where Viktoria and Olena were absent from. Olena must still be upstairs, and Viktoria must have left for summer school, I deducted. I slid open the door and walked outside, welcoming the hot air to my skin. Dimitri was a couple paces behind me, and turned around to give me a smile. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I leaned into his arm. He looked at me in shock.

"You grew?" he asked, confused.

I rose an eyebrow? "No? What?"

"You got taller," he said and gave me a kind look. He put his hand on top of my head and put it to his arm. "You used to be down here," he said and pointed to a lower part on his finely tanned, not to mention, muscular arm.

"Oh," I said. "I'm wearing shoes," I said.

"And you were wearing shoes when I measured you last time," he said. "When I first met you, you were five-two. Now, you seem to be around five... four," he assessed, looking me over. My face brightened-considerably.

"Really?" I shrieked, so happy. I always hated being the short one in the group, and being with Dimitri was just depressing. He was a foot and a half taller, and that is an embarrassing advantage. "Oh my God!" I screamed, grabbing his hands and twirling around him. With all my strength, I ran around him, pulling me with him.

"Roza!" Dimitri cried out. I stopped to look at him. I gave him a confused look.

"You're short," he said with no facial expression whatsoever. I glared, my eyes turning to slits. I screamed out and went at him with as much force as I could muster.

"Fuck you!" I yelled and jumped him. He caught my foot before it connected with his face, but that didn't stop me from throwing a punch into his chest. He jumped back and I fell down on my knees. I stood up and glared icily. He merely smirked. He was getting a kick out of this! And speaking of which, I threw a kick at his side. He blocked it with his arm and pumped his arm out at me.

I dodged it by mere centimeters. In anger, I slammed my elbow into the crook of his neck. He yelled out, and I easily took advantage of his body by slamming it on the ground and pinning him. I held an invisible stake over his heart and his eyes widened. "Roza," he said gently. My breathing slowed down, and my heart stopped for a moment when I looked into his eyes. At that moment, everything in his expression changed, and he flipped me over, him the one on top now. "Don't get distracted," he whispered in my ear. I strained in his grip and tried to squirm my way out, but it was futile.

"Dimitri..." I moaned his name. "Stop teasing me," I said and looked down at our bodies squeezed together, of course, to make sure that I didn't escape. It was kind of hot, really.

"Ha;" Dimitri laughed, "so I'm the one that's the tease," he said and continued laughing. With the little room that I had, I was able to cross my arms. I wrinkled my nose at him and watched as he smiled down at me. He leaned in to nip my nose affectionately. I dropped the attitude that had formed by my anger and allowed his lips to drop upon mine.

"Dimitri," I whispered into the kiss. He moaned for me to continue. "I love you," I said bluntly. His eyes snapped open as if he had just been proposed to by someone he didn't know. I looked down, hurt, because he had been so surprised by my outburst.

He pulled my head up with his thumb on my chin and smiled at me. "Roza, I love you more than anything," he said and I was swept into a kiss.

After five minutes of routine making out, I pulled away. "Aren't we supposed to be training?" I asked.

Dimitri nodded his head. "Yes, but do you really want to?" he asked and my face turned sheepish. "Didn't think so," he said and leaned in. I leaned up too-if that was possible. I arched my back so that I could get more and more of his body on mine. We stuck together like white on rice. I smiled into the kiss, and put my hand on his chest.

He loosened his grip around my waist, and I slithered out-lightning fast. "Don't try to rape me," I said and laughed. Hurt flashed over his features, and I instantly was reminded of Tasha. Shock covered every inch of my face. "I-I'm so sorry," I said, and put my hands on his face, pulling him to me. "I was kidding. Honest," I told him and he smiled at me.

"I know you are," he said and leaned up to kiss me, upside down. It was like a spiderman kiss, the one he shared with Mary Jane; except Dimitri was laying in my lap and I was leaning over him. It was cute, and innocent. He got up and held his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up in a flash.

We walked the rest of the way to the track; we had stopped in the middle of the field. Dimitri and I ran laps side by side. It was lovely. I was pretty sure that I was smiling the whole time, and pretty confident that Dimitri was doing the same. After seven miles (Dimitri let me have it off easy today) we started sparring. He expected that I used the same moves he had taught me the day he got back from Royal Court. I tried to do some, but forgot most.

He stood behind me and guided my arms as if they were his second pair. He held my wrists and showed me how much more the side of my hand would hurt when it connected with someone's throat rather than just a simple punch. Because I was being good, he told me, he taught me an excellent way to knee someone in the balls.

"Okay. Let's show me what I showed you," he said and held his hand out in a beckoning manner. I nodded and got into a stance. I bolted at him and threw a punch to his shoulder. He jumped out of the way at the last second and tripped me in the air. When I landed on my back in the grass, he sighed and shook his head as he clicked his tongue. "Rose, I told you, you need to always keep your ballance," he said and held his hand out to me. I took it graciously and I got up.

"Alright," I said, and focused my attention on all the parts of his body that would cause pain. Neck. Face. Shin. Lungs. Back of his knee. Scrotum. At once, I jumped to him, a punch was thrown towards his neck, and he was going to block it, but before he did, I would give a roundhouse kick to his stomach, knocking the air out of him.

Like I knew, he blocked the punch like it was absolutely nothing. I glared as I swung around and made a perfect roundhouse kick, but the aiming was off, and it hit lower than I expected, and it made contact square in his nuts. He doubled over, and fell on his side on the ground.

"Nnghh," he moaned as he pushed his face into the ground. He held his crotch as if it might make it feel better as he hit his head on the ground over and over again. "Roseee," he wheezed and moaned. I pulled out my hair band and remade my hair up in a high ponytail. I had learned sometime in high school when I was on the run with Lissa, that there had been a huge nervous system in the penis, and that when made contact with, it could cause great pain.

He laid on his back and breathed heavily. "Break," he barely whispered and I nodded. I sat down cross-legged next to his face. It was red and slightly sweaty. I smiled down at him.

"You look so vulnerable," I said and a light giggle escaped my lips.

"You," he deeply breathed, "are evil," he said and breathed out. I giggled continuously and grabbed his arm. I put it on my lap and started massaging his hand. He moaned quietly and I smiled at him. The watch, which he had forgotten to take off, read eleven thirty.

"Take me somewhere?" I asked.

"Anywhere," he replied and turned his head painstakingly slow.

"I don't know," I admitted and thought about it. "Wherever you bought those cookie things... Biscotti?" I asked and he nodded.

"Certainly," he said and suddenly had a devious smile spread over his face. "On one condition," he continued.

I raised an eyebrow. "And that condition is..." I trailed off, waiting for him to continue.

"Take a shower with me," he said and my face held the look of horror.

"NO!" I yelled. "Not again," I said and blushed, recalling what had happened last time.

"Please!" Dimitri begged.

"Anything but that," I said and crossed my arms, his hand still on my lap.

"Okay," he said and smirked; thinking of another cruel idea. He looked up at me; an evil glint in his eyes. "Tell Paul you love me more than him," he said.

My eyes widened in shock. "Paul! Dimitri you're worried that a ten year old can win me over rather than a sexy, muscular, fine, tall, twenty-four year old?" I asked and he nodded. "How much self-esteem do you have?" I asked.

"Well, I know I'm so great," he said and smirked, I smacked his arm, "but I just want to rub it in the brat's face," he said, that same glint in his eye.

"But he's only ten, and he's very sensitive-"

"And possessive," Dimitri said, cutting me off. "The way he looks at you is like the same way that a pedophile watches a child," he said with disgust.

"No," I said finally, "he's a little boy, I don't want him to cry-and most importantly, I don't want to break his heart," I said in one breath. Dimitri gave me an angry; yet hurt look.

"Fine," he said. He looked away, anywhere but at me.

"Dimitri, please-"

"You like Paul more than me," Dimitri said, still not looking at me. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"I don't! I'm just a considerate person," I explained and put my hand on his cheek, bringing him to me, "And you're wrong, you are the only one that I love. There's no way in hell that Paul could take your place, and as I said, he's ten. It's not like-"

Dimitri stopped me by kissing my lips. "Roza, I was kidding," he said and laughed. "I just wanted to her you talk about how much you love me," he said. He got up quickly, but then winced in pain that I had caused his nuts. He looked at me seriously "Do not, aim there, ever again," he said.

I got up on my own and held his hand. We had been out here for only two and a half hours, but it felt like so much more. "Fine," I said, "lets go take a shower," I continued, and his eyes lit up.

"Roza, I-"

"Separately," I said, and ran ahead of him at full speed so that he couldn't catch me and force me to get naked with him.

I was sitting on one of the chairs, reading a Russian magazine that Karolina had been looking at the other day when the house phone started ringing. I stopped and walked over to it. I picked it off the hanger and read it. Of course, the caller ID was in Russian.

I pressed what I thought was talk, and held it up to my ear. An angry sounding woman started talking in Russian, and I panicked. Dimitri was coming down the stairs after just taking a shower that I enforced was after mine, and walked over to me. The woman said something, obviously annoyed. I held the phone out to Dimitri. He took it and started speaking in Russian. I sighed, and put my face in my hands as I propped my elbows up on the kitchen counter.

For five more minutes, he spoke to the woman. When he finally got off the phone he hit his face with his hand. I looked up at him with concern. "Viktoria got suspended for pulling the fire alarm for the third time in one day," he said and picked his keys off the counter. She told me to come pick her up, you don't have to come if you don't want," he said.

"Sure I want to come!" I yelled, excitedly.

We walked out the door, and I slipped on my Vans while leaving. I had changed into a dark blue tube top romper that had buttons going down the front and a cute bow on the waist. It was really short, and stopped only a little above mid thigh. All the more that Dimitri would like it, I had realized while putting it on. Dimitri had been eyeing me now and then as we drove over to Viktoria's school.

When we finally arrived, everyone stared at us in disbelief. There were only mostly humans, but there were a few dhampires here and there. All the boys stared at me, while it seemed like every girl was checking out Dimitri. I possessively laced my hand in his, and he smirked down at me, knowing why I had done that.

"What?" I asked. "You're my property," I said simply and looked the other way to wink at an unsuspecting human boy. Dimitri chuckled and whispered my name as we walked into the office. It was a rush of cold air, and next to door in a black chair sat Viktoria, with her arms crossed and a pissed expression on her face. When she saw us walk in, her whole expression changed to pure happiness.

"Rose! Dimka!" she said happily. Dimitri glared at her while walking over to the woman who I had guessed was talking to Dimitri on the phone. Viktoria threw her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. "God, I hate this place," she muttered.

Despite how beautiful the place was and how intelligent the teachers looks, neither would I. "I would too," I said and she laughed. In ten minutes, Dimitri got a slip to get Viktoria. The whole time, Dimitri refused to look at his little sister, except to glare at her.

Once we got into the car and were off the school campus, Dimitri put his hand up in the air and Viktoria smacked it. "Nicely done, Vika," Dimitri said, and Viktoria giggled.

Viktoria explained how every hour she said she was going to the bathroom, when she was really going to random fire alarms around the school. She had only gone through three periods so far, and that was her plan the rest of the day. "The principal thinks that I have issues, so she tries to get me to see the school councillor," she continued to say.

"I don't blame her," Dimitri said, and from the back seat, Viktoria leaned up and hit her brother's arm. We were in Dimitri's sleek black Mercedes Benz, and I had requested the top to go down.

"Wait, I thought you were mad at Viktoria," I asked to Dimitri, confused. He nodded.

"No, I used to pull her out of school a couple times a week, and the office finally realized, so she just gets in trouble to get out of school sometimes," Dimitri told me. "So I have to act like the pissed older brother that has to come pick up his brat sister from school twice a week."

"Oh," I said. "Sweet," I continued. "I tried something like that, except Lissa chickened out at last minute, and told Kirova exactly what I was doing and where I went," I said and rolled my eyes. That was back in freshman year when she increasingly shy, and intimidated by other guardians.

Viktoria laughed and Dimitri drove us into the city. To my surprise, the place looked just like a typical San Francisco or other big city street. There were tons of recognizable American brands, and also some Russian ones mixed in. Dimitri led the two of us into a little cafe. Viktoria screamed in delight as we entered. We stood in a short line and Dimitri spoke in Russian to the woman at the register. She greeted him with hearts in her eyes.

"Dimitri!" she said excitedly. She continued to speak in Russian to him, and he only nodded and smiled at her, who was honestly wearing her heart on her sleeve. Viktoria nudged me to Dimitri, and I bumped into his hard chest. I looked up and saw the tall girl behind the cash register glare at me or touching him.

She said something that sounded vicious in Russian. Dimitri had a defensive tone, and used my name in his sentence. The girl's mouth dropped open, as she glared daggers at me. Viktoria then, using her calming charms, ordered something for all of us, and the girl did so.

After waiting no more that six minutes, there was that same cute brown box, and two ice creams and a coffee cup. Dimitri picked up the coffee cup and gave the girl one last glance (which made her swoon) and walked out the door. Viktoria took the ice cream cones from her hands and held the chocolate one to me, and keeping the strawberry one in her hand. She picked up the brown box of treats and walked out the door. I left shortly after, but not before sending the girl a victorious smirk. The girl fumed and said something in Russian that made all the heads turn in the cafe and look at her like she was an asshole.

I smiled to myself, because nothing she said could hurt me, especially because I don't speak her damn language, and because she had absolutely nothing on me. I noticed the way that she glared at me in envy and jealousy, I had everything that she hadn't. Also, she was a human.

Dimitri drove us around and played loud American music, and it annoyed everyone. I laughed my ass off at all the people watching us. We arrived back at Dimitri's house and Viktoria ate the rest of our ice cream. We saved the biscotti for when Dimitri and Viktoria's older sisters got home. Olena called later that night to inform us that she would be staying with Mark and Oskana for a while longer, and most likely the next day. It was fine because she really didn't need to baby any of her kids.

I went up to Paul's room to see him playing on his Xbox. When seeing me, he dropped everything, though he was in the middle of his game, and ran over to hug me. I pulled him up to me and held him at my hip. I walked over to his windows and opened them. I pulled the blinds up so that the little bits left of sun shine could come in. It was starting to get late now, and Paul had been in his room all day? Holy crap.

"Paul, have you eaten anything today?" I asked him. He nodded his head and pointed to the desk in the corner of his room. There was a bowl of what looked like ramen or something.

"Yeah I ate noodles and chips all day!" he said happily. He looked to be pretty high on sugar or something.

"Oh," I said awkwardly, "that's, um, good," I said and gave him a smile as I patted his head. I walked him down the stairs, and stopped in Karolina's room to pick up Zoya and put her in my other arm. She was still asleep, so she rested her head on my shoulder.

I walked down the rest of the stairs without killing any of us successfully. I blew a sigh of relief. I walked into the kitchen and handed Zoya to Viktoria. She played with her hair and put her on her lap. I saw Dimitri in the kitchen, drinking his coffee. He looked up at me and smiled, that sweet, angelic smile. When he noticed who I was holding, however, his face dropped.

He glared. "Paul," Dimitri said. Paul looked up from my neck and turned to Dimitri. Dimitri's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Paul. I looked down to see Paul looking as normal as ever.

"What's wrong?" I asked Dimitri.

"Little brat," Dimitri whispered under his breath. He walked over and took Paul from my hands and put him down on the floor. "Go watch TV," Dimitri said, and pushed Paul out of the room. Paul complained, but then continued walking to the living room.

As soon as he left, Dimitri pushed me against the wall, and started making out with me furiously. He attacked me with such passion, that I felt my knees go weak. He held my waist and pressed harder into the kiss. I moaned lightly and Dimitri slid his tongue in my mouth. I opened my mouth wider for more room, and then stuck my tongue into his mouth as well.

"Roza," Dimitri moaned into my mouth. "I love you," he said, sliding his hand up the pant shorts of my romper, and held my bare ass in his hand.

"I love you too," I muttered back and pulled away to lean against the wall. Dimitri smiled back at me, but it then turned to a smirk as he looked to the left. I looked to my right, and saw none other than... Paul. Half hiding behind the doorway, but well aware that he had been caught.

He was shaking, and his eyes were watery. His face was completely red. A tear leaked from his eye. "Uncle Dimka... is this true?" he asked, terrified of the truth.

"Of course it is, Paul," he said and chuckled. "Everything you see here," he continued and leaned in to kiss my neck. I was frozen in place from shock.

Paul ran away out of the room. I heard his small feet padding up the stairs along with his crying. I turned to Dimitri. I slapped his shoulder.

"You asshole!" I screamed. Viktoria chuckled in the corner. Zoya was still on her lap, and wide awake. Viktoria held a hand over the baby's eyes to secure her view.

"I thought it was pretty awesome," she said and laughed. "I'm going to have a sister-in-laaaw" she sang to herself... and Zoya, who looked at her like she was crazy, which she pretty much was.

AGH! YES! I DID IT! 7,000+ words in one chapter! I'm surprised I actually finished, I set the goal last night, in honor of my bday, ahah. Finally, this took like five hours (with some distractions in the middle.)

I kept on having to let my dog in the house, because he was all whimpering and stuff n giving me those big brown eyes, but then when I let him in, he smelled like ass, so I had to kick him out again. happened like five times.

another thing, this morning when I woke up, I checked my phone for updates on reviews for this story, and I had so many, that I literally started spazzing out and stuff. Like, I started kicking my feet up and down in bed and stuff... Just proves how much I love you guyss! C:

Revieww! It would be the ultimate present! I really love you guys! reading your reviews in the morning made my day! , well that and my mom taking me out of school to go get some sushi for lunch... :D