Only the Mistress

I couldn't help but stare. My best friend, Lissa, continued to chatter away about her A.P college courses, I didn't care about college, hell I dealt with the trouble of high school no way was I going to some college when all they were gonna do was eat my money. Plus I had more to do than talk about school…

I was currently staring at my boyfriend who was cheating with me.

Okay, technically he wasn't my boyfriend, hell I didn't know who he was to me. And technically he wasn't 'cheating' on me; he was cheating on her with me, yet not currently. Right now they were the perfect couple, a husband and wife simply sharing some coffee before a day of work.

Dimitri and Tasha Belikov.

There was no Rose Hathaway in that. No one, but the two of us, knew I was the 'other' woman. Yup, the dreaded other woman, the one you see who tries to kill the wife in those Lifetime movies. The one everyone hates, the whore, the trash, the home-wreaking bitch. All which currently applies to me. I had some slack though, they didn't have any kids. I knew first-hand what it's like to have your parents go through a nasty divorce – no one was cheating though. It'll only be adding salt to the wound if my father or mother was cheating on each other, luckily they both were to busy for misters and mistresses.

I can't help but hate her. She seems nice, she smiles and laughs and she's beautiful. The working woman who has time for her husband. If only the husband did the same.

He was very successful, rich and no to mention panty dropping handsome and around seven years older than me. The troubled girl who just finished high school and he was the successful lawyer who had a wife, several houses, cars and not to mention a WIFE! Did I say wife twice?

"Rose, are you listening?" Lissa said snapping her fingers in my face. I jumped and looked over to her. Apparently he heard my name, I felt his brown eyes burn through me. I repressed the happy feeling that burned through my stomach.

"Uhm, yeah I was just…uhm…thinking it over." I said but Lissa was smart and wasn't falling for my bullshit.

"Yeah, whatever." Lissa said and gave me a smile; Lissa couldn't hold a grudge more than six seconds. "I have to go, I gotta make my classes and me and Christian are determined to have a quickie before, he wants it for good luck." Lissa said with a laugh she turned around to leave when she caught site of Dimitri and Tasha.

"OMG! Tasha, Rose look it's Tasha." Lissa said and dragged me over to the table before I could even blink. I wanted to drag my feet yet at the same time I didn't want to seem rude to the woman who helped me avoid jail time.

That's how me and Dimitri met, through his wife. About a year ago when I was seventeen I was arrested for the murder of my best guy friend Mason. Of course I didn't do it yet the fucked up 'justice' system thought that the troubled teen must have murdered a guy she considered her brother. Tasha was my lawyer and worked miracles and got me out. I'm repaying her by screwing her husband.

"Hello, Rose, Lissa." Tasha said, Dimitri remained quite but forced a smile on his face. Tasha looked shocked but happy to see us. "How are you two doing?"

"We're doing great! I just started classes at Yale." Lissa said, beaming with self pride.

"Yale, wow naturally we're enemies, I was a Harvard student." Tasha joked then looked at me. Damn, I tried really hard not to scream 'I'm sleeping with your husband!'

"Where are you doing, Rose?" I know Tasha wants me to be doing good since when I first met her I was a grieving teenager with an anger problem.

"I'm not in college, I'm a freelance artist." I said even though I simply said that to not seem like a total dead-beat barely scraping by. Even though technically I was an artist, I wasn't making much. I averaged around a 300 a month, not enough to pay the bills. I'm a couple bucks away from being in a cardboard box. Tasha simply smiled, didn't comment, maybe the thoughts running through her head was 'At least she isn't murdering anyone'.

We broke apart after that, with Lissa saying her cheery goodbyes and paying the bills. I didn't pay since Lissa already knew I was struggling with money. Lissa walked over to the university while I went the opposite way into the bad part of town.

About thirty minutes later I came to face my run down apartment. It had brick walls and was around five stories high, with a rusty fire escape at the side. I didn't want to face Stan, the guy who constantly haggles me for rent, so I went through the fire escape.

The latter was already pulled down, Eddie lives on the second floor and knew rent was due. I silently thanked him before climbing. My apartment was on the top floor. I braved the creaky steps. I saw Jill, the other Dragomir, in her window curling her brown hair. I waved and she waved back. Jill was the daughter the Dragomir's wished they never had. Being the youngest and most rebellious made her a target for her parent's pressure. At 16 she just broke away and dropped out of school, getting knocked-up and disinherited in the process. Eddie was her boyfriend and father of their one year old son were struggling like the rest of us, yet made it through somehow.

Yet no one hires a dropped out teen mom. Just like no one hires a girl they believe killed someone.

I lifted up my widow; I leave it unlocked since I don't have anything for people to steal anyways. I climbed in and landed into my scrappy living room. The beat up couch had crumbs in the cracks, stains on it and stuffing coming out. The TV was small and didn't work unless you banged it a few times and even then you'll only get static, the banging was to only have it turn on. I couldn't afford cable. This meant no internet, phone or anything – no entertainment except for my paintings.

Besides strange smells, it mostly smelt like wet paint. I put my bag on the floor; it only had a few brushes and jars of paint stashed in it.

"I can never understand why you don't just take an other steps." I heard a voice say, I looked up to see Dimitri standing next to the door in all his glory. He was in his usual duster, some slacks and a white button up shirt. I glared at him and walked into the bedroom. I gave Dimitri a key a few weeks ago therefore he can come in whenever he wants.

My bedroom was small, only a creaky double bed and a closet with a widow facing a brick wall. Dimitri came in; he must have hung his duster somewhere.

"Your angry," He stated. I didn't answer. "You know I'm married, Rose. You know –"

"That you're not gonna leave her, and all I am is a piece of ass!" I yelled and flopped on my bed.

"You're more than that." He said softly, sitting beside me. I propped myself on my elbows. We always had his argument, lately anyways. We've been seeing each other for about a month before my 18th birthday, mostly having sex and talking – but mostly sex. I was grieving and humiliated and end up giving a man seven years older than me my virginity. Shameful.

"But mostly that, right?" I asked no humor in my voice. He didn't say anything, only leant kissed me cutting of any further argument. This is how 'it' ended, these arguments ended with sex and any pent up tension stayed inside. Dimitri broke the kiss for a split second to take off my shirt and my fingers worked over his buttons. I could tell my the expensive looking quality that it was designer and cost lots of money.

I broke the kiss just to admire, Dimitri's beautiful body, his abs and tan golden skin was god-like and I couldn't help but drool over it again and again. Dimitri apparently felt the same about my chest. I knew I had a good body due to my curvy hips, defined chest and good tan. I knew men, like Dimitri, had to admire that. Dimitri kissed me again, this time trailing his hands across my chest and to my back to unhook my bra, like a pro. In the back of my mind it registered that he had to do this for sometime, with Tasha or other mistresses.

My bra fell on my lap and I carelessly threw it across the room as Dimitri continued to work magic with his lips. His kisses trailed down to my neck, sucking on a spot that was sure to leave a mark. A moan escaped my lips which only encouraged him to go farther.

Soon he had one of my breast in his warm mouth, nibbling at the nipple while his hand messaged the other. This caused more moans and a puddle to form in my underwear. Dimitri stopped all to quickly, I began to protest yet he only began to take off my jeans, once they were off I began working on his till we both were just in our underwear.

He had a large tent in his and mine's were pretty much soaked. Dimitri smiled at me before laying me down on the pillows. He looked down at my underwear before bringing those brown endless eyes back up to me. His fingers trailed down my stomach leaving Goosebumps in his path, my back arched, other skin touching creating fire between us. Dimitri's fingers rubbed my clit through the cloth of my underwear.

"God, that feels good." I moaned, he smiled arrogantly and continued to pleasurable torture.

"Doesn't it, Roza?" Dimitri said. "Want more?" He asked, I nodded and he pushed my panties away and slipped a digit into my wet pussy. "Oh, god!" I said as he pumped in and out, adding another digit and another till a total of three fingers were crammed inside me. He curled his fingers inside me which was my undoing. A amazing orgasm wracked over me. Dimitri pulled his fingers out and licked them in front of me which gave made a wet all over again. Dimitri pulled off my underwear but I stopped him, lust filling my eyes I felt very…experimental.

Since I was a virgin when I first met Dimitri and he taught me everything I need to know, like how he likes it. When I give him a hand job, he likes my hands tight around his cock, and gently goes up and down then speeds up. He especially likes it when I replace my hands, with my mouth. It took me a while to accept the fact about blowjobs are a normal thing, I thought it was repulsive…that was till I tasted his sweet yet slightly bitter cum.

I was hooked.

I roughly grabbed Dimitri's rock hard dick. He moaned loudly and I crawled off the bed, and sat on my legs and in between Dimitri's legs, his cock popping out at me. I couldn't help but lick my lips. I put my hands around Dimitri's cock, and opened my mouth and brought it to my mouth, licking the small slit before taking the whole thing in my mouth. I brought most of it into my mouth yet Dimitri was HUGE and unless I wanted to choke to death I couldn't fit most of it into my mouth. Yet I found a solution pretty quickly by working the other part with my hands. I took him in till I couldn't anymore and began sucking hard on it while my hands did the rest. By the sounds of Dimitri's moans I was doing a pretty good job.

I began to taste the cum at the back of my throat and it only encouraged me to go faster. Dimitri's fingers curled up in my hair and pushed me, taking more of me in him. I went faster than I ever did before and soon enough Dimitri released in my mouth, having the thick warm cum flow down my throat, some on the corner of my mouth. I rose and straddled him and our lips met again in a fiery passion. Dimitri grabbed my ass, lifted me up and plugged himself inside of me our eyes never leaving each other.

I felt the slight pain I did whenever I had sex with Dimitri, when it was our first time it hurt like a motherfucker, I was actually in tears. As time went by and Dimitri stretched me out it was more pleasurable. I rode him and the moans came from both of us. God did this feel good.

Suddenly Dimitri changed positions and laid me down and spread my legs and continued to pound in me, the sound of our moans filled the room. Nothing's better than daytime sex.

I felt a coil in my stomach and felt an orgasm come through me for the second time today. Before I could really relish on the orgasm Dimitri told me to be on all fours and pounded at me from behind. This angle brought me more pleasure than before.

Dimitri was rough, hoping to get that orgasm and I had to steady myself against the wall. The coil started up again and almost simultaneously we came together, him spilling his steeds into me. Dimitri pulled out and laid on the bed and I laid next to him. I was hoping for some cuddling time afterwards yet Dimitri only gave me a smile before hoping up and getting dressed.

"You aren't staying longer?" I asked and pulled the covers over my body, I was sad to see him go. I knew my feelings for Dimitri were dangerous, I knew I loved him. No I haven't ever told him, and he didn't demonstrate any romantic feelings towards me. Yet I knew I'm falling fast and hard.

While Dimitri's simply floating on cloud 9.

"I have to work." He said buttoning his shirt up.

"So I'll see you tonight, maybe spend the night together…" I said. Dimitri and I only had one night together and it was safe to say it was the best night of my life; we had sex and cuddled, talked and really got to know each other. It was like we were a regular couple.

"Nope, I have dinner with the in-laws." He walked out of the bedroom and I quickly put on my underwear and bra and followed. I didn't know the status of Dimitri's and Tasha's marriage but I always assumed it was bad since he was banging me. Yet when he talked about Tasha, which was rare, he never said anything like 'I love her' or anything of that nature yet he didn't say anything bad either, it was neutral yet he got the this gleam in his eyes.

"We won't be seeing each other in a while." I said bitterly. Dimitri noticed this and turned to me. He had a look that I couldn't decipher. He nodded and picked up this duster, just when he was about to leave I spoke.

"No good-bye kiss?" I asked. He turned to me and gave me a brief but passionate kiss before leaving and closing the door behind him.

"I love you." I muttered into the empty space and fought back the tears.

A/N – How'd you like my one-shot? Enjoy the lemon? Tell me how I did in the reviews.