A/N: HEY EVERYONE! Good morning/afternoon/evening...now some housekeeping businesses
1) So I had a Biology test earlier today so I haven't been able to get around to editing Chapter's 1 and 2...but I did learn something...when I copy/paste a chapter the itallics don't copy over...so when I would italisize for thoughts or emphasis it didn't show...so I'll be editing up those up too...sorry!
2) As you can tell from #1...I'm a student...so I have classes...and they come with homework and test...and I really need to pass...so I'm going to be posting the chapters on Sundays since it's easiest...sorry if I haven't kept a strict schedule...I'll be following it now hehehe
3) lastly...the reason I'm posting this chapter on a Wednesday is cus someone asked to post the next chapter ASAP...so I'm a woman of my people (idk if that made sense...basically I listen to you guys) so here it is...
This chapter is dedicated to HONVAIF and everyone who's been sharing me their love.
So here's morning after...wonder what Rose has been up to ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything VA related...sorry I keep forgetting to add that.
"Ugh," I groaned as I sat up, grabbing her head that was throbbing. As I climbed out of the bed I noticed that the room wasn't mine or Lissa's. The bed was too perfect and the room was a complete mess...well the area by what I'm assuming is the closet was a mess, everything else looked passable. Where did I go last night? I wondered as I walked to the door. When I passed the mirror, I stopped and backtracked to it. Looking at myself, I realized I was in a man's t-shirt that barely covered up to my butt, my hair was in a haphazard mess - a result of sleeping with the bobby pins still in - and as I stood right next to the door I smelled…bacon?
Slyly exiting the bedroom unnoticed, I followed the scent that led me to the kitchen, where I gawked at the shirtless man in front of me. He only had on some blue flannel pants that hung low, as if his butt was what kept them up. He had a light, almost pale complexion that went well with his physique. He had his back to me, but I could tell he worked out to stay lean and strong and have the perfect muscle to body ratio, not trying gain massive muscle. He had short, auburn brown hair that looked disheveled and spiked out is different directions, like he just got out of bed….maybe because he did, I thought.
"Morning sleeping beauty," he said to me, not even turning from the stove, his velvet voice wrapping around like the aroma. How did he see me?!
"Uh...morning?" I said as I sat down on the stool by the kitchen island, looking down at the counter as if it held the answers. After a few minutes, I found the courage to ask the question I've been wondering since I woke up. "What happened last night?"
"Don't you remember?" he said, as he handed me a plate filled with eggs, bacon, and toast. I shook my head vehemently, immersing myself into the food. "Well, let's just stay we stayed up til dawn."
My head shot up at the suggestion of what happened, my cheeks getting more red by the second. Oh how I wish I hadn't. My words - and food - caught in my throat when I saw his face. His beautiful, perfect face right in front of her. But it wasn't his perfectly kissable pink lips or his well-defined Ryan Gosling shaped face that made my thoughts and words catch, his eyes did. His glowing emerald green eyes filled with amusement captivated me in, wondering what was hidden behind his carefree, fun attitude. They also seemed to be the key that unlocked the part of my mind that remembered the night before, because the eyes I see aren't the same from last night, the joy was missing in them last night. But why? When I finally found my words, I asked a question I already knew the answer to, "W-What did we do?"
"Well," he began, smirking as he remembered the previous night. "Don't you remember?"
Oh I remembered all right. After Mason pointed him out and I went to the bar, he asked me to dance and we danced for over an hour before he invited me to his place. When we got there - or well, here - and started undressing, I slipped on my dress and fell backwards, hitting my head so fast and hard against the wooden floor that I was knocked out. Then every hour he would wake me up to make sure I was ok and taking off the ice pack in the back of my head every other check-in, but when dawn came upon us he said he'd let me sleep for a while since I haven't shown any serious symptoms hospital worthy. He must have dressed me when he brought me to his bed. Internally groaning at how embarrassing last night was, I'm glad I didn't go any further with him. Him. Wait, what's his name? I thought as my mind bounced around different names until finally I remembered.
Adrian. Adrian Ivashkov. The guy who never has a solid girlfriend for more than a week. The guy who spends every night at some bar, club, or party. The guy that is in any given magazine at least 5 times, 4 of the 5 being about his nightlife and love affairs. The guy who's dad is the richest man ever that owns the most successful corporate business, which Adrian was to inherit of course. But...this is also the guy that watched over her all night and just made her breakfast. Maybe the magazines weren't true. Just because he's seen with a beautiful model or woman doesn't mean that they're dating, right?
After all the memories came back, she put her head in her hands and sheepishly said, "Thanks for taking care of me last night, Adrian..and for not taking advantage of me and making me breakfast."
"Well as hot as you are, my little temptress, seeing you passed out of my floor was a bit of a turn off. And, I may be a lot of things, but a guy that sleeps with an unconscious girl with a possible concussion isn't one of them."
I peek through my hands and smiled. When he sat down next to me, plate in hand, I went back to my food, a comfortable silence setting around us.
When we finished eating, he turned around to face me, his attitude completely serious when he said, "I was wondering if you wanted to catch an afternoon movie with me downtown."
I couldn't stop myself from raising my eyebrows and responding, "Is the great Adrian Ivashkov asking little ol' me to the movies?"
Smirking once again, telling me "yea right" with his eyes, his demeanor turned playful once again. "If the club was any clue, you are anything but old and little. So what do say?" I laughed at his compliment. I wanted to say yes, to get to know him more and make my own impression of him. I wanted to see if he's the man from the magazines or if there's more to him. But when I turned my head and caught a glimpse of the window, something took precedent in my mind.
"What time is it?"
"Really? That's your response? It's almost noon, why?"
Shit! "Reincheck?" I asked hopefully. Already hopping off the seat and going to grab my dress that I saw hanging over the couch. Fuck! When I couldn't find my phone I realized Mason has my phone. "Uhh can you drop me off somewhere?"
"Uhhh. Sure is your house close?"
"We're not going to my house..."
When we got to the front of the apartment complex, I tried to get out but Adrian wouldn't unlock the door.
"Can you unlock it, please?" I asked, thinking he forgot to do it.
"Nope," he said, grinning like a child getting their first A.
"Why not?!" I looked at him with a look of dismay.
"Not until I get those ten lovely numbers that will allow me to schedule that reincheck."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his request. Deciding not to give it up so easily, I turned my body to face him completely and played with him a while - although, it was hard to do when you were trapped in a car. So, after like 10 minutes I gave it to him, and he promised to call later tonight to "set up our next rendezvous."
Thump. Thump. Thump. "Coming!" Lissa called as she got off the couch. When she opened the door, she threw her arms around the person on the other side, bringing them inside and squealing. "OHMYGOD! YOU'RE OK! THANK GOODNESS!" This, inevitably, caught everyone's attention and with it a lot of relief, annoyance, and anger.
"GOD ROSE! You could sent us a message or called...SOMETHING!" Mason said.
"Oh yea...and how if my phone's in your pocket? Plus I told Jesse to tell you. Did he?"
"Yea he did," Eddie intervened, trying not to start a fight, his headache was too big to deal with Mason and Rose shouting.
"Soooo where did you go? Who did you do? What things did you see?" Mia inquired like a news reporter, her eyebrows waggling the whole time like they were in high school talking about the latest gossip.
"I didn't do anyone...or see anything but stars," I said, still annoyed with yourself.
"You slept outside?" Mia said, confused about how that happened.
"NO DUMMY! I umm...I fell," she said, rushing the last part is a murmur.
"YOU WHAT?!" Lissa said, hearing her clearly. "HOW?!"
"I...fell...I slipped on my dress and knocked myself out."
It was quiet, so quite you could hear a pin drop, before everyone bursted into laughter, the boys the loudest and longest. Everyone, except for Rose, who groaned and headed to the back of the apartment for her stuff, muttering "I don't have time for this shit." Christian cut in front of her before she could get anywhere, the laughter still in his eyes as he put his hands on her shoulder and got down a bit to her eye level, doing a quick assessment while asking if she was okay. For all the disses, fights, and glares they threw at each other, no one could deny how much Christian and I cared for each other. Now Christian I can say I love like a brother, and I fight with him like one too.
"You mean apart from being a little embarrassed that I went to a perfectly drop dead gorgeous guy's place only to have him take care of me the whole night, making sure I didn't have a serious concussion? Oh yea I'm fine really. I just have a bad headache, and I don't know if it was cus of the fall or the tequila and vodka."
"Well I'm glad you're okay," Christian said, his smile transforming into a sweet, caring one. "You had us worried all night. Jesse just told us that you got a little hammered and left with the guy and that you told him to tell us not to wait up. When you didn't come back this morning, we almost called your parents to see if you went there. By the way, who did you go with?" Lissa and Mia turned eagerly to Rose to have their suspicions confirmed.
"Wait, did you call my house?" I asked, popping my head out of the bathroom door, avoiding the question unintentionally.
"Nah," Eddie said.
"Oh thank god!" I said, sighing in relief. When I came back out, in a simple loose tank top and shorts with her hair in a bun, Lissa and Mia dragged her to the couch, resting their legs on top of her, making it almost impossible to get to the elevator. Almost.
"So," Lissa said before Mia finished her thoughts. "Who was the scrumpt-dilli-ompcious man you left us for?"
Rose blushed a bit as she remembered a shirtless Adrian in the kitchen making her breakfast. "Adrian."
"As in, Adrian Ivashkov?!" Lissa inquired, even though she figured that out last night.
"Heir of the Ivashkov fortune? GQ's Sexiest Man 3 years running? Montana's biggest party boy?" Mia asked, getting excited with every word, looking like a little girl.
I nodded her head.
"AND YOU DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HIM?!" Mia shouted, appalled at her friend's disrespect.
"It's not like I stepped on my dress on purpose!"
"Wait isn't he like 21 years old?" Eddie asked, slightly jealous at his girlfriend fawning over another guy.
"And aren't the talboids always trash talking him?" Mason added in.
"Your point?" All three girls asked in unison, looking over their shoulder.
"Was he...nice?" Lissa asked, weary of how to phrase the question.
"Yea he was," I said, smiling. I told them what happened during the night and this morning. Saying at the end, "It's like the Adrian we read about and the Adrian that helped me recover aren't the same person."
"Well," Mia said with a sigh. "Too bad you'll never see him again."
I looked down at her hands, my cheeks blooming into a pink rose.
"Rose Hathaway! You aren't!" Lissa said, whispering excitedly.
"It was the only way to get out of the car!" I said to defend myself.
"When! When!" Mia said, jumping in her seat.
"I dunno. I gave him my number and he said he'd call tonight to schedule it."
Before anyone could say anything, Christian came up next to Lissa and said, "Babe, the boys and I are leaving now. Rose, thanks for the scare." His smile took away the sting, but that didn't stop Lissa for harmlessly slapping his arm as she got up to kiss him.
Her movement caused the light to bounce off her finger, catching my attention. Not sure if Mia had already seen it, I refrained from jumping my friend with 20 questions. Instead my eyes popped out momentarily and I looked up at her, raising my eyebrows and giving her an interrogative look. She slightly blushed, and her eyes looked down sheepishly, a grin forming on her face as she slightly nodded her head. I shook mines in response, but felt the same grin coming across my face.
"Well bye, Sparky."
"Stop. Calling. Me. That!"
"Hell no. What six year old sets their treehouse on fire?" Christian just groaned as he buried his face into Lissa hair, kissing the top of her head and then leaving with Eddie and Mason after they say bye to everyone.
"Well I should be going too. Gotta face the music sooner or later, right?" Mia and Lissa didn't say anything, they just hugged and a gave a small smile. Lissa made plans to get together the next day to "talk" and then I was off to face the wrath of Janine - which not even the devil would want to face.
Deciding I'd rather face the music later, I found herself enjoying an iced chai latte with a morning bun in this little coffee shop I had never noticed. Once I finished, though, I still wasn't ready to leave so she ordered a small chocolatey frappucino, and inquired about open job positions. With an application and cookie in one hand and a frapp in the other, I made my way to her car. Putting everything in one hand so I can search for my car keys, I didn't pay attention to where I was headed and walking right into the wall. As I bounced back, I felt the wall extend their arms to catch me before I landed on the floor….again.
"My bad," said a voice gruffly, a heavy foreign accent.
A/N: Ooooooo another mystery man...not really tho right? ;) Tell me who you think it is! Well I hope you guys liked it :) Don't forget to send me ur reviews...maybe I'll give you a shout out next chapter ;)
Tune in on Sunday to find out who the wall is