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On the Plane with Dimitri- Adrian's POV

I yawned as I looked down at the papers my father had made me review. Being the President/Owner of Microsoft was not easy. And I wanted to take over the company. Funny, Ivashkov. Nice one. How will you handle this one? Not right now. Better things to worry about. I put the files back in the manila folder that was labeled Company Expenses. I thought about Rose, my beautiful Rose. I was going to see her soon. At least one last time before she belonged the lying, scumbag bitch that was sitting quite uninterested on the other side of my private airplane.

"Journey?" I called out and she was right there in an instant.

"Yes, Mr. Ivashkov?" Journey asked, leaning down so she was level to my face. "Can I get you anything?" Journey was obsessed with me. Literally. I didn't pay one spec of attention to her because Rose was number one. Rose had my heart.

"Get me some whiskey, please." I looked at Dimitri. "And Dimitri, would you like anything?"

"Some vodka might be nice."

Journey and went to the mini bar in the back. She came back seconds later with our drinks. She handed me mine first as I did not pay any attention to her. She went to Dimitri and he showed her an appreciative look over. Ugh. Damn. Rose would not like that

I took a small sip of my drink and looked at Dimitri. He looked back at me. "You're a lucky man, you know, you're getting everything I wanted, you're getting Rose."

He shrugged in a gesture that was understood as whatever. "No. You're luckier. You got to do her first."

I was repulsed. How could this guy that Rose loved be this way? If Rose liked him like that, then there was nothing I could do, could there? I wanted to shove my fist up his face, but I needed to be calm. I didn't think my guardians, who were standing at the back of the plane, would want to pick another fight with yet another guardian. I decided to ask him about his time away. "Why did you really go away? Rose was devastated." No she wasn't.

He motioned for Journey to bring him another drink.

"Was she?" was all he said before replying to my other question. "Well, everyone needs some time off. I needed a time off and decided to leave. My life was at stake when I wagered with those Strigoi. They saved my ass, though."

I didn't say anything. I mean, there was nothing to say. The only thing clear here was that this man was a total scam . . . he wasn't good for Rose. I didn't care what I had to do, I was going to win my way back to Rose's life.

As if reading my thoughts, Dimitri raised his glass and said, "May the best man win."

I turned my head and looked at the window. "I think I already won. . ." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile quite menacingly.

As the time went by, I thought about Rose again. I just couldn't get my mind off her. Oh, Rose, you're no good for me. You're a beautiful, poisonous wildflower that I just love to admire. And here I am . . . just letting you drive me crazy with all the pain you cause me. But I love this pain because I love you . . . .

I rested my head against the cushion of my seat. God, I hated time zones. The only thing that kept me living was that I was going to get a nice comfortable bed soon. I was about to doze off when my phone vibrated. Jade. "Sup, gangster?"

"How the fuck am I a gangster?" She shot at me.

I chuckled. "You know I love messing with you, baby sister. What's up, sweetheart?"

"Save those little juicy nicknames for Rose. You might run out of them before you see her." She sounded like she was whispering. "What time are you going to be here? I am practically running out of excuses to tell Rose as to why we are here at the airport. Your Rose is a little stubborn one."

That made me laugh. "I knew that . . ." I looked around looking for the time and came up empty. "Jade, we'll be there soon . . . that's all I can tell you."

"Ahh! Okay. Bye." I laughed. I loved my crazy sister.

It was a couple of hours later and we had arrived. I grabbed my small suitcase. I didn't really need anything because I could buy everything new. I just brought the essential stuff. Toothbrush, condoms, deodorant . . . that kind of crap. I was walking randomly around the airport with that gay bastard behind me when I saw her. I SAW HER! Oh God. She looked as beautiful as ever. She had her back turned towards me. Then, she turned around and her eyes looked straight at me. And I completely lost it . . .

Rose's POV

I ran to him. A huge smile glued on my face. I was so happy…I didn't know what to do. He was here! Staring at me in shock because I was going for him and not the other person. When I reached him, I jumped and threw both legs around him and started kissing him—his arms wrapped around my waist so I wouldn't fall on my ass. He kissed me back, hard and hungry.

"I missed you so much!" I gasped in between kisses.

"I love you, Rose!" He said in between kisses.

"And of course I missed you, too!"

"Adrian! I can't believe I let you go. It was so stupid of me. I love you, and only you! Why didn't I realize that?! You are my love!" I started crying and climbed off him. But, Rose, I thought you were going to choose Dimitri…don't you still love him?" Dimitri? He was here? Oh, shit. He was the person I had ignored earlier. I had been so caught up in going for Adrian that I had missed him. Towing Adrian with me, I walked up to him and gave Dimitri a friendly hug. I didn't love him; it was always Adrian. "Good to see you back, Dimitri."

He didn't say anything. He didn't even do anything. Well, whatever. I wouldn't let anything ruin my perfect moment with Adrian. He was here! I still couldn't believe it. It was the perfect day today. I jumped back on him and we started kissing quite explicitly. I didn't how I could open my legs and wrap my legs around him when I was wearing a tight dress. I hope I hadn't ripped it because it was just too cute.

I laughed and got off Adrian as some on looker said, "I didn't know it was bring-your-hot-girlfriend-to-airport day." I realized that someone was Christian. How the hell had he gotten here?

"What the fuck, flame boy? How did you get here?" I looked past him and saw Eddie and Mia. "Is this some sort of reunion?"

"We didn't want to miss the reunion of Adrian and you." Mia explained. "We wanted to see you happy after all this time."

Out the blue, Adrian and I looked at each other in the eyes and a vision started. We put our hands palm-to-palm so that we could both witness it at the same time. And I knew this was a vision of the future, not the past. . .

I was just about to sit down on the too comfortable tan couch when my phone vibrated. It was either a call or a new txt message. Considering that after some vibration, the song Our Kind of Love sounded right after the vibration ended, I knew it was a call, indeed. I picked up my phone Sexy Green Eyes read across the caller ID. I rolled my eyes, thinking of what pathetic romantic nonsense he had to share now. I pressed the green button of my Droid INCREDIBLE and answered, hoping he had something interesting in his mind.

I dropped my voice to a seductive tone. "Hello . . ." I said in a voice that was supposed to sound sexy.

He answered in the same tone I had answered with. Huskily, he said, "Two options . . . want to hear them?"

"Hmm." I didn't know whether to encourage him or not.

"Two options. One, we go to the annoying ball later on tonight. Or you come over to my place, rent some movies, have some fun in the shower, and have MAJOR fun under the sheets? You have five seconds to choose. One . . . two . . . three . . ."

"No need to question it. You know it's gonna be option number two." I said, jumping off the couch, throwing my plush blanket off me and running to the room.

He chuckled darkly. "I'll be waiting for you."

Suddenly turned on, I walked to my bedroom in a hurry. I took out my Juicy Couture bag and started stuffing it with things I could find. His and Her lubricant was the first thing that went into my bag. Most things in the bag were a reasonable outfit for tomorrow and some sexy underwear and sexy lingerie. After shoving things in my bag, I went inside my bathroom and straightened my hair some. It had been just an hour since I had taken a shower so my hair looked like it had just survived a hurricane. I changed into a sexy, black dress that I knew he was sure to love as he loved me in anything he saw me in, but most preferably, he liked to see me naked. I applied some lip-gloss and I was out the door, picking up my cell phone as I went.

My glossy, black Bentley was parked right on the driveway. The parked car was the best detail of my house, according to me. I was twenty-one years old. I could only think about Adrian and his fun parties, drinking, and . . . sex, something Adrian and I couldn't get enough of. I swear, we at least had sex four times each week. Was it normal? I had heard somewhere that a healthy sex life meant a healthy relationship. Was that why Adrian and I were so in love? And the days we couldn't have sex, we stayed in bed and just cuddled and enjoyed the now as opposed as the future that was as far away as the Ring Nebula.

The drive to Adrian's house was only twenty minutes. Usually, it was Adrian who ended up staying the night at my house. But I had kind of changed that way. I learnt that Adrian's house provided miracles for me. Or, well, Adrian was the one who made miracles come true for me. He sure knew how to hit my spot. And real good, I must say. So good, that in fact, I would just sleep right after he "hit the spot."

Music blasted from my radio but I was not interested; I was just eagerly waiting what Adrian had in mind for us tonight. I fantasized about him and me in bed, and my fantasies were some good fantasies about him and me. I just couldn't wait till I could make them real. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Time had passed, even if it seemed extremely slow—I found myself parking on the driveway of Adrian's half-mansion. We were both from money, money that we inherited from our fathers who were as filthy rich as the richest men in the world. To put it easy, they were some rich sons-of-fuckers. And since Adrian and I were the only-child in our families, we inherited all that money and more.

I parked my car and grabbed my bag and headed to the front door. The door opened before I got half way through his clean sidewalk that led to the front door of his house. His face showed nothing of what he was thinking as I made my way to him. I knew him too well, though; I had a feeling of what he was thinking. Judging by the lustful way his eyes scanned me, I knew he was thinking some very indecent thoughts that he was not afraid to express out loud.

"Sexy . . . as always." I mentioned as I leaned into his embrace.

He was not up for word exchange. He pulled me inside and closed the door. "And you look way over-the-top hot." He finally showed his emotions. In his eyes were many things. Lust. Desire. Want. Need. Longing. Hunger. "If it weren't for the fact that I promised you a cute movie, I would suggest we have sex now."

I laughed and looked at him for a while. "Hmm . . . that doesn't sound very fun." He loved it when I stroked my skin, soft and sensually. I flipped my hair back in a way that was supposed to be flirtatious. "Shower time?"

"Under the covers time?" He asked.

Which was better for sex? Shower or bed? In bed you could do a lot more without the fear of you slipping and breaking your bones. I winked at Adrian as I decided. "Lead the way to your bedroom."

He gave me a cheeky smile, all the while his eyes burning with lust. A lot of lust. His bedroom was just around the corner. As we made our way there, I noticed a pretty picture framed on the right side of the hallway. It was a picture of him and me on our prom night. He smiled when he noticed where I was looking.

"Remember that night?"

"Although it was five years ago, I still remember it with clarity."

"So do I . . . magic was created on that night." Adrian could act like a total sex addict at the times, but sometimes he was the perfect, most gentle man out there in this world. Him, what made up Adrian Ivashkov, all the small little details and all, was what I loved. I didn't love him because he was so damn gorgeous; I loved him because he was smart, funny, nice, and sexy all at once. I loved him because he was himself around me.

I semi-blushed at the thought of that night. That was the first night Adrian and I had ever been together physically. He had rented a cool, honeymoon hotel for us and we had made the best love on that night. We looked at picture and then back at each other, thoughts of that night burning in our minds. Adrian grabbed my hand.

"Let's relive that moment, Rose." Adrian said, opening the door to his room.

"You bet . . ."

Inside his bedroom, things started to get heated up. And I mean heated up.

I pushed Adrian against the wall. He liked it when I was in control, yet, later on, he was the one with the most control. He really knew how my buttons worked and what would happen if he pressed them. One time he had proclaimed that I was the woman he knew best inside and out. And of course I had replied with something sarcastic like, "Would it be due to the fact that we have lots of sex?"

Adrian's hands really explored me. His hand started pushing the strap of the dress I was wearing . . . .

"Hello! OMG! I think we need to call an ambulance! I think they paralyzed at the spot." I heard Lissa's shouts but I wasn't interested. Adrian and I looked at each other and I knew both our eyes had lust. We knew what we had to do now. We had to tell each other how much we loved one another without using words, only the actions. We had to do it now. We had to love each other like we did some two years ago. . . .

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