A.N: Quick note! Sorry if Rose is annoying at this point. I SWEAR AFTER THIS CHAPTER NO MORE ANNOYING/STUBBORN ROSE! Plus the only reason I had her freak out was for this chapter :) So I hope you guys like it :D
Disclaimer: Only VA thing I own is the DVD that came in the mail today :) Idea belongs to DEE2389
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Groaning, I lifted myself off my bed, going to turn off the alarm. Catching the bouquet of assorted roses brought a smile to lips. I don't know if Lissa told Dimitri what I said Monday night, but everyday this week I'd come back from the studio to see roses laying on my bed. Everyday a different color. Everyday a different amount. Everyday a different note.
Tuesday there were 3 light pink roses tied together with a note hanging off the ribbon.
"Light pink means admiration, beauty, grace. Everything you have. If there's one thing I admire most about you it's your loyalty. No matter who or what you have to go up against, you'll do it without a second thought if it meant helping your friends and those you care most about. It makes that much more beautiful and gentle.
Not a day goes by that I don't hate myself for being something you had to go against in order to defend your friend. Rose, I admire your selflessness and your big heart, and I just hope that by the end of the week I can call you mine again.
Did you know three roses symbolizes a month anniversary? In the midst of all this fighting, I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot that a month ago today, I asked you be my girlfriend. Don't give up on me, Roza."
That was him being sweet, on Wednesday he was being romantic, tying six lavender roses to a note.
"Six roses means infatuation, and Roza I'm smitten with you. Not seeing you for three days after spending the night with you has been torture. What, I ask, must I do to end this suffering?
Now, you must be asking yourself why I sent you lavender roses. They stand for majesty and splendor. And if I had to pick two words to describe you, I couldn't find any better ones. You enchanted me the minute your hand made contact with my cheek, stunning me with how you carried yourself. I had never had someone tell me no, or in your case, show me you didn't take shit from anyone, and I was intrigued by that.
There is no one more majestic or beautiful than you. No one more magnificent."
Not only were his notes as sweet as the roses, but slowly, I found myself smiling and I looked forward to what the next day would bring. With every passing glance at the slim cup that held the ten roses, I felt my stubborn resolve breaking, and then I thought of how things would go on Friday if he came through, and I started counting the hours.
Yesterday, after a long day in front of the camera, I wasn't expecting what was on my bed. Laying in my bed, their vibrant color complimenting my red sheets, were nine orange roses tied together, a note with it.
"One more day, Roza. Today, this orange flower sits to remind you of my favorite part of you. You passion for things have made you the most desirable woman to me. Whenever I kiss you I see the burning passion and desire in your eyes, bright like these orange flowers. It is said that they are the wild child of roses, much like you are the wild one in your friends. A wild beauty that I've attracted to since I've tasted your lips.
Nine flowers mean everlasting. Everlasting love. Everlasting beauty. Everlasting desire. All of that reminds me of you. So, Roza, when are you and I going to be everlasting?
Until tomorrow."
Tomorrow…which is today…sound so promising, I can't wait until I get back home. Excited to see what roses welcomed me home, I got into Ambrose car and left for our shoot, not aware of how eventful tonight would be…
"Closer, Rose," the photographer, Josh, shouted. "Lean back against him. There you go! Just like that! Rest your head against his shoulder…perfect!"
I followed his orders, pressing myself against Ambrose's bare chest. We were dressed like a married couple riding a camel. I had on a revealing ivory-gold silk dress. Thick straps over my shoulder that thinned as it descended down to my abdomen, where they connect briefly before separating once again as they wound down, under my hip, and flowed down into a skirt that fell at my feet. My breast were covered like a bandeau bra, but not covering my v-neck exposure of my breast. Right around the inward curve my hips answer strap wrapped around my body, a my belly button peeking through all the different straps. Right under my belly button, on the strip of skirt that covered my coochie, was a gold pendant that matched the gold necklace that hung around my neck and trailed down to my breast. As icing on the cake, I had on a simple crown that looked like two thin crowns interwoven. My hair was lightly curled, the top pinned up as my crown fell on top. Ambrose had on ivory, loose fitting trousers. We both had on simple sandals.
"I think that's all for today," Josh said, starting to disarm his set-up. Looking at the clock, I stared at him in disbelief.
"Josh it's…it's only 2!" I said, still shocked. "Are you sure we're done?"
"Yea. They didn't need that many pictures of you with him. Just you feeding him in that dress you had on, and then this one. Short list, short day."
"FUCK YES!" I shouted as I hopped off the pseudo hump. Skipping into my dressing room, I saw my three other outfits.
The first one was a simple brown dress, an open back and open sides - yes, showing off my boobs - and slightly open v-neck front, with a belt that loosely tied around my hips. I was posed around mud arches and doorways, my long hair covering from showing off too much, but still giving a peak. My hair was slightly tousled into loose beach waves, my make up done bare except for dark, smoky eyes.
My second outfit was very…very…revealing. I had on a v-neck bandeau bra with gold threads hooking it over my shoulders, and a thick strapped bikini bottom with a skirt going down my front and back, the same gold thread around my waist. I had on a gold choker, gold snake bracelet wrapping around my upper arm, and a gold anklet. My body was oiled and my make up was natural, with my hair in a high ponytail, the end twisted into a braid that fell onto my shoulder, the same gold thread woven through. I was photographed playing and lounging with a lion…yes a real lion. That's why seeing the orange roses made yesterday that much better.
My final outfit, and my favorite, was a long, flowy, chiffon dark grey dress that was basically strapless except for the halter straps that came from the center of the dress. It was long so if it weren't for the ash grey heels, it would have pooled at my feet. I some left over material wrapped around my upper arm and silver dangling earrings. My hair was curled and let down, while my make up was just smoky grey eye shadow. This shoot was set in "The desert" and "the wind" would pick up the dress having it blow around me. Honestly, I couldn't wait to see how these pictures came out.
I was on my way out when I ran into Lia, who asked if I could stop by tomorrow or Sunday to go over the pictures and plan out how I was going to do it. If I was going to do this, I thought as I walked out.
Walking into the house, I was pretty damn happy. I just finished my first modeling project, and actually liked it. Today was the final day of this whole isolation thing.
Today was also the day my mom decided to pop…
Unexpected and uninvited…
I was about to head up to my room to begin some much needed pampering when I heard voices in the kitchen. My first thought was someone broke in, but it was just one voice and it sounded angry. Then I thought it was Lissa or Andre, but school hadn't even ended so I'm pretty sure they haven't left yet. Taking a chance, I walked into the kitchen to find my mother's short red hair.
"No, Abe…Because I said so! You can't just walk out like you did and expect to be welcomed in…She doesn't even know you!" she said angrily into the phone. Without thinking, a snort left my mouth, causing my mom to turn around and face me, muttering a goodbye and hanging up.
"Hey mom," I said sarcastically. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Would it kill you to give me a sincere hello?" she said dryly.
"I dunno. Would it kill you to be in my life?" I retorted, but I didn't give her a chance to respond. "So who were you on the phone with?"
"No one. Why aren't you in school? And don't say it's out because I did know your schedule so you shouldn't be here yet."
"Yea well you lost the right to ask that question when you left with your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," she growled, but I waved her off.
"I came home hoping to do some pampering, so if you don't mind I'm going to leave before the bad mojo ruins my day," I said, turning around, but I didn't get far before the front door opened.
"Rose," Lissa said surprised. "You're home early."
"Yup," I said absentmindedly, looking for something. My whole mood dropped when she shook her head, telling me there were no roses today. No note. Nothing. "I'm going to be in my room."
"Wait, Rose," my mother said, coming from the kitchen. "Lissa, good to see you. Where's your brother?"
"Good to see you too, Ms. Hathaway. He took his girlfriend home. My ride had to uh leave to go do something. Rose didn't mention that you were coming by."
"Cus Rose didn't know," I grumbled before giving my mother a bored look. "You wanted to tell me something."
"Yes. When is your winter break?"
"Why?" I asked stubbornly, crossing my arms across my chest for extra measure. She gave an annoyed sigh and just looked at me. "Two weeks. Why?"
"You should go away. In America I never got the chance to take you anywhere, and now that Europe is so close, you should go somewhere."
"Oh Rose! You have to say yes. We can go to France…or Rome…" Lissa said.
"Or Turkey," I said quietly, making them look at me. "If we go away I want to go to Turkey. Like you said, mom, I'm so close, why not go visit where I'm from."
Lissa squealed, running up saying she was going to plan everything. "But Rose call the girls, tell them we're making it a girls only trip." Chuckling, I told her I'd called them, asking my mother if there was anything else. She shook her head, saying she had to go either way. Part of me wanted to tell her she could stay here if she wanted, but another part of me was still mad she just left like she did, so that's why I nodded my head, saying I'd call her later.
Right now, soaking in the tub and giving myself some quality alone time sounded really good.
"Movie or TV?" I asked after I was done with Rose Time. I had taken an extra long shower and did my nails, and it felt nice. I still a bit sad about not having any roses, but I tried not to dwell on it. That's why I was in the living room with Lissa, deciding what to do tonight while she made popcorn.
"Hmm movie," she said, munching on some popcorn. I don't know why, but she was taking her sweet time getting to the living room…and picking a movie. It wasn't until her phone buzzed and she read the message that she picked a movie.
"About time," I grumbled as I put it in, but we had barely gotten to the menu screen when I heard something outside. Automatically, I turned the volume down and waited to hear it again."Do you hear that?" Almost on cue, the noise got louder. "Is that…a guitar?"
"I dunno," Lissa said, shrugging her shoulders. "You should go check it out."
"Like I'm going outside," I scuffed. I was in shorts, fluffy slippers, and who knows who's outside. Instead, I walked to the window and peaked through. "Oh. My. God. LISSA!"
She came running and her jaw dropped like mine did. Outside was Dimitri, next to his truck, looking up at my window. I think he noticed us, because he quickly looked at us, smiling when he noticed me.
"Girl if I told you I love you, That doesn't mean that I don't care, oooh. And when I tell you I need you, Don't you think that I'll never be there, ooooh," blared out of his truck, he gave me a knowing look as the last part came out.
"Rose, go outside," Lissa said, nudging me. Biting my lip, I looked down at what I was wearing, considering changing, but looking out again at the man waiting for me, I decided to just walk out.
Staying at the door, I crossed my arms and my hipping popped to one side, as I stared at him, trying not to break into a smile.
"Soul music, really?" I said finally, earning a heartwarming grin from him.
"It gets the message across doesn't it?" he said back, leaning against the hood of his car. God that looked so sexy.
"Isn't there suppose to be a band or something? Not your car stereo?"
"You really wanted that?" he asked in disbelief.
"Hey, you're the one trying to impress me," I said, turning around, but I didn't get far because he wrapped his arm around my waist and turned me to face him.
"I thought I'd give serenades a modern twist," he whispered. I wracked my brain for something to say that would stop me from attacking his lips.
"It's a sad song," I stated as he let go of me.
"And I'm a sad man," he said. "I was deprived of your beauty for a whole week." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You're missing something," I whispered, trying not to give into the kiss.
"No I'm not," he said, reading my mind, as he pulled out 12 yellow roses with red tips. "I just decided to do this one in person. These roses stand for falling in love. And twelve roses mean-"
"Be mine," I finished for him before throwing myself at him, kissing him with all I had. My arms went around his neck, and my legs wrapped around his torso, his hands keeping me there. He returned the kiss so quickly it was like he was expecting it. Soon our lips were doing a familiar dance, filled with passion as we fought for dominance. I moaned into the kiss when my back hit the door, not feeling an ounce of pain.
"Don't ever do that again," he growled when we broke apart for air.
"Do what?" I asked innocently.
"Disappear on me," he said as he started walking.
"Wait where are we going?" I asked, trying to look around, but my vision was clouded by the pleasure running through me as he kised my neck and shoulders. "Wh-what about the music?"
"Christian can take care of it," he said, dumping cold water on me. Pulling away I asked why he was here. "To take Lissa out…for the night. It's just you…me…and your room."
"So to make up for sleeping with me when I was drunk, you're going to sleep with me when I'm sober?" I asked, noticing we were in my room. Not wanting to leave his arms, I threw the bouquet on my desk.
"No, because that implies our first time was a mistake," he said as he laid me down, hovering over me. "Tonight is going to show you that it wasn't."
And show me he did.
A/N: Am I forgiven now? Was all the torture worth it? I think it was :)
Who's excited to see the girls in Turkey? What do you guys think is going to happen in the next chapter? Leave me a review :)
So I'm offically on summer break...which means (HOPEFULLY!) more writing time and hopefully I can get past this dreadful writer's block. The more chapters I write the more updates ;)
See you next week :)