Okay so, this is going to be really depressing for fanfiction…so I end school today ..and you all know my laptop is broken and that I use the school computers, so in recognition to that I am writing 2-3 chapters (this one included ) and will all upload together. I don't know if I will be updating until January 7, 2015. If I do that's great but Im letting you all know. I AM TRULY SORRY . Maybe I can find a computer to use but if not I hope you all have a WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR. Thank you all for the amazing reviews this year and helping me keep this one going, I have plans for it and I hope you like it ! please read and review, maybe every chapter? Not just the last chapter ;) I expect like 30 for all three IF NOT MORE? (reviews are the key to my heart )? aha. KAY ONWARD!

Freedomwriter2010

Chapter 018.

RPOV

That bastard. I knew he couldn't change that fast. I thought, maybe just maybe, that he had changed and had put all that to the back of his mind. I was so angry right now at him. And, AND I let him sleep in the bed, did I have rule to kick him out of it now?

Although in a way I did believe that it was the girl that instigated it but still, from previous history It still looked shady as fuck. My chest ached at the thought of him still holding other woman like that, and not me. And trust me when I say I was not ready for sex, not by a long shot even with Andre- poor Andre, he didn't even get that chance either.

I missed Andre, but I knew that everything happened for a reason and he would meet a girl that wouldn't break his heart like I could. He would catch a good one. I hoped for his happiness all the time. He was always there for me, unlike Dimitri and I, Andre and I had gone through a rough time together when one of our closest friends died.

The scar Dimitri had been ogling at the other night, well, it happened when I came to a near death experience with a friend named Mason. We had gone to a party,I was sixteen and stupid and Mason, being a bigger idiot than I was, got behind the wheel of his car –intoxicated- he had just received and without being able to realise what was happening, we were going through a red light being smashed into by a semi-truck. It was the scariest time of my life and it was when a hobby or more of a talent of mine started.

Painting. Artistry.

Coming back about Dimitri, he had stirred up a greater emotion in me. This whole infidelity commotion and lack of trust made me want to paint. I don't know what it was going to be, but now here I stood in our basement level of our home, with plastic on the floor and the canvas laying on top of it with cans of paint and brushes around me.

Getting down onto my knees I picked up a brush and started the light feathery strokes. Starting with purples and blues, I started higher on the canvas blending and taking white and incorporating. It seemed like I was going for a sky here, so I continued. The lower I got I went with brighter colours, hmm a sunset perhaps?. The canvas was quite large, but before I knew it I had the sunset colours done. The whole canvas starting dark and getting lighter. I needed the background to dry before anything else could be done. Standing up I smiled proudly down at it and leaned it up against the wall previewing it to the empty room.

"You're an amazing artist Roza." Spinning around I looked to see that Dimitri was leaning against the door frame.

"How long have you been there? You have got to stop sneaking up on me Dimitri." I asked wiping my hands on a towel feigning shock.

"hmm, probably a good thirty minutes. I called when I got in the door but I didn't get an answer. I didn't know you painted?" He asked arms folded.

"You never asked." I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to the paint cans put the lids on them.

"Have you ever thought about going to Art school Roza, you would have an amazing time in it" He told with a smile on his face.

"I did, and then I got married to you." I told him with a straight face, I got back to putting things away, walking to the kitchenette sink to wash the brushes.

"Are you still angry at me from this afternoon?" He asked as my back turned to him again/ A heavy sigh left my lips.

" A little bit, its hard to trust you now though Dimitri, from your past it isn't unusual. How am I supposed to know what is truth and what is a lie?" It was hard confessing this but it was truth.

"Please Rose, trust what I say that yes, we use to have a fling but it was meaningless and she doesn't understand that now and is still pursuing it. Please I have stopped the playing with other girls, I have married you and to our parents and to you I promised to be with you. Please, Roza." I could feel him come up behind me and wrap his arms around me.

With a deep breath, I decided to be that girl. " Than fire her. Get rid of her from your office. If she is making moves like this than please for my own piece of mind, fire her." I turned to look at his face, which was full of …..nothing.. Nothing like a blank canvas.

"You know that isn't fair Rose. I need her position filled. I know it was something that happened to us before but I will put everything in my power to control her. You don't need to worry about us being together alright?"

Huffing I walked out of his grip. It sounded petty but it was really the only way I was going to get a piece of mind.

"So you won't fire her.. Why the hell not Dimitri ? I'm asking you to do this one thing that might help us. Why aren't you taking that into consideration!? " My voice going up a couple octaves.

" ROSE, you cannot just fire people because of past relationships! I was in on it too, and do you know what will happen if she releases what we were doing? It will cause problems amongst the business. It will cause a scandal. Its like reading a paper with the headline 'Belikov and secretary banging behind closed doors' My father will have a conniption fit. Its better if it settles out properly. Okay?"

He was done because he was the first one to turn away. He was so fucking frustrating. Before he could fully walk away from me, I did the unthinkable. Grabbing a can of orange paint, I took a brush dipped it in and flung the orange goo at him.

The way he stopped mid step almost had me on the floor as his shoulders scrunched upward and his head slowly turned to face the wall that also had paint splatter.

"What. The. Hell." His whole back orange paint and in his hair. Oops. But at the moment I could care less.

"That's for walking away from me." As he turned around his face held a murderous glare, which only made me even cockier.

As he took small steps, I dipped it into the blue can and before he knew it , blue spots were flying at him and right down the front of him.

"And that's for being an ass." I told him putting my hands on my hips. Staring at each other for a moment with serious faces, I was the one to crack up first. His face held shock as he was register what was happening, and soon after he was joining in on my laugh.

His humorous rumble filled the room, and in a flash he was by my side, sticking his hand in the paint and putting a hand print on my cheek.

Lets just say, we'd have to refurnish he basement suite after tonight. And it took three bottles of shampoo for our hair.