This is super late and short... I know I'm soo sorry. It's been hetic with school and all my after school activities and I already had this chapter typed up but I had no time to upload it. I do apologize. Forgive me? I don't promise an update soon, but it will not take as long as this one this, promise. Also I just wanted to put this chapter here that I did not send it to my beta but I will and when she gives it back I'll update the corrected version.

Chapter 3: The Zoo

Dimitri's POV

Recovering myself after the realization I had just made took me a lifetime.

I wasn't easily shocked by things but when I was, it was something major. Exactly like this situation was – Rosemarie Hathaway had been the woman I been dreaming and lusting about throughout this whole week, the beauty that tortured my dreams.

The woman I yearned to be with.

"Belikov, this is where you come in" Mazur's voice got me out of my trance and I turned his way and just nodded my head, because at this moment I was incapable of even forming my own name.

We rode to the station in his Cadillac, while he explained what was to be my duty.

I was to take Rosemarie in my Mercedes—which his bodyguard was driving behind us—and explain to her that her father couldn't make it, as he was "out of the country", so he had sent me.

That wasn't everything though, the final piece of the puzzle was finally let out; I was to take Rosemarie home with me, where she would spend the night, or should I say nights as her father said she was going to be there until he said so.

Hearing this come out of Ibrahim's lips was more of a shock than knowing that Rosemarie was the woman I desired, not only because she was his daughter but because I had wished this whole week to have this beautiful woman in my bed. Of course, she wouldn't be sleeping in my bed, but if think about it, the apartment was mine and therefore the guest room's bed was mine too, so Rosemarie was going to be sleeping in my bed. This thought made my manhood twitched.

On the other hand, how was I to respond to Abe Mazur after he had announced that his daughter would be staying with me a few days? It was highly inappropriate to smile or thank him for it, because really how was I supposed to respond to a father that had just told me to take his daughter home for a few of days?

More than that, this was one of the most powerful men in the world and for him to tell me this had to be hard.

Nevertheless, he was willing to do anything for his little girl.

I cringed in the inside.

Only if this man knew how I really felt about his daughter!

He would have my head in a stick, to doubtlessly hang it up in his cabin like those animals some people used over their fireplaces: such a nice décor.

If he knew that not only did I want to save Rosemarie from herself and whatever she was going through but that I wanted to make her mine physically and emotionally.

I wanted to be the motivation she greatly needed to really smile, the reason that her laugh would be so full of life, the purpose for her to forget the past and start a new bright life.

I wanted to be her partner, to be able to support her whenever she needs me, but more than that I want to lavish her in love, luxury, and peace.

I wanted to be the one to bring her life together.

All of this would certainly be her doing, she would be the one breaking and remaking herself, but I wanted to be there by her side when she did, offering all she needed from me—my strength, my love, my concern…

Nonetheless, I wanted her.

I wanted to be the one she woke up every morning to.

I wanted to be the one that she smiled to because she was truly happy.

I wanted to be the one she shared her deepest desires and secrets—her nightmares.

And the last but to least I wanted to be the lover of her body.

I wanted to claim her and make her mine, ruin her for any other man in her life—sexually wise, I would never want to actually physically or emotionally cause her pain or hurt.

I wanted to worship her body and lover every single part of her.

To have her until the end of time and love her as she is supposed to be love and ravish her as a lover is supposed to do.

Oh god, this had to be the last thing I had to be thinking while riding in the same car as Ibrahim Mazur.

Yet, I couldn't help it and replay the agonized nightmare I endured for the past 7 days.

My thoughts were the same throughout the whole ride to the station and I had to fight hard against my manhood, who wanted nothing more than spring to life as we thought of my dark-haired beauty. The one I was taking home tonight.

We waited outside the station, on Mazur's command obviously. He had wanted to wait and let Adrian's—the great Adrian Ivashkov was the one that had been graced with my beautiful woman, my knuckles turned white and I saw red once Mazur had told me this—mother go in first.

As Danielle Ivashkov's limousine pulled up, Mazur urged me to go inside after her and said the Mercedes was to be here in the same spot we were parked, keys in the ignition. I wanted to demand that he gave me the keys right at that moment but I bit back my words, knowing they were to be useless against him.

I walked a couple of steps behind Mrs. Ivashkov, taking short slow strides because with my long legs that's what normal steps were.

My palms were sweating and shaking, for a moment I felt like I was going to faint.

I never thought I would ever encounter my beautiful stranger again, although Manhattan was a small island many reside it thus I thought my chances were next to nothing. Yet here I was steps away from her.

When I finally saw her I couldn't help but stopped breathing.

She looked so enticing with her long hair striking everywhere and her face so innocent.

I knew that sooner or later she had to be mine.

Rose's POV

Dimitri Belikov was the man my father had sent to pick me up?

Was this a joke or a dream come true?

After getting release to him, I wanted to ask why my father would send him out of all the people. However, I was unable to ask him anything and I just followed him towards his car, which happen to be a Mercedes. The German car didn't surprise me though, I knew Dimitri had the best of the best, judging from what he was wearing I had to be right. He had style; Prada, Burberry, and Jimmy Choo.

Before I got inside the car someone called my name and I couldn't help but smile as I knew who it was.

I heard a growl come from where Dimitri was and as I turned to look his way, I saw his upper lip twist and another growl came out as Adrian came closer near us. His face and the sound his throat let out excited me and made my core hot.

"You didn't think you could leave without saying goodbye did you?" Adrian said as he reached to put his arm around my waist.

"Call me and we can plan out next adventure" he whispered into my ear.

I nodded slowly; barely able to comprehend what he was saying because my attention was on Dimitri and boy did he looked pissed. Shooting daggers at where Adrian had his hand was the giveaway.

I tore myself from his one-arm embrace and said goodbye as I got into the Mercedes passenger's seat.

Seconds later Dimitri joined me as he turned on the car and started driving. He did it so fast that I didn't even notice when he took out the keys to put them in the ignition, he either left his keys in the ignition or I had too much to drink. Yea, it was most likely the latter because the former did not seem like him.

I waited for him to say something; nonetheless nothing ever came out of his lips, so I took matters into my own hands.

"So" I started "Why did my father send you?" It was a simple question, yet it took everything in me not to quiver while letting it out.

He shrugged and I thought that was going to be the only response I was going to get out of him until he opened his plump lips.

"He had no one else to turn to. He's out of the country and he sent me to pick you up and not let you out of my sight for the time being. So you're coming home with me"

He casually added: "And he wanted to avoid another scandal" but that part was the last thing I paid attention to.

Okay someone was really playing a joke on me, I turned everywhere; seeking out the cameras that were sure to be hidden somewhere.

When nothing came, I waited to process everything that was happening.

This beautiful man, the one that had invaded my thought since the moment I met him, was sent by my father to pick me up from a police station. Then he tells me I'm supposed to be with him until the time my father gets back, which could take weeks.

Yea, surly my mind was playing a sick joke on me, too much Gin had affected my brain cells and this man next to me was not Dimitri but rather my old man.

Nope, I looked at the driver's seat and there indeed sat the handsome 6'7" Russian, gorgeous as ever.

I didn't want to ruin things by opening my big fat mouth, thus I stayed silent until we arrived to his apartment downtown, a comfortable silence surrounding us.

"We're here Rosemarie" his velvet voice announced as he parked his car in the garage underground.

"It's Rose, just Rose" I hated my full name. We got out of the car and headed towards the elevator.

"You do know we're heading to the penthouse of the building right?" I asked Dimitri.

Somehow I had trouble believing he owned a penthouse in one of the most luxurious and expensive buildings in Manhattan, although, he did screamed money, but a penthouse? Really?

"Yes Rose I'm fully aware that we're heading to the penthouse, that's where I live" He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, there was a hit of amusement there though.

"Are you sure? I mean a penthouse? That's pretty expensive, what are you? Some king of mobster guy? No don't tell me, you're in the Russia Mafia? No, don't answer I don't want you to kill me." I was being completely preposterous and absurd. My father could probably buy a hundred penthouses like this, however it was rumored that he did belonged to a Mafia, a lie but still. Furthermore, Dimitri did not look like he belonged in the Russia Mafia; he looked far from it actually.

"I'm surprise to find you surprise. Your house is probably worth ten times more than this." He said, pointing with his large arms all around, to emphasize his words.

"As for me being in the Russia Mafia, no Rose I'm not" He cracked a smile at that.

Before I could reply back, he turned my ways as the elevator stopped; a change in his demeanor.

"Why?" it was a simple word, and out of context. However, I knew exactly what he meant. He was asking why I ran away from him.

"I couldn't stay" it was a meek response but I put as much feeling behind it, letting him know why without words.

He shook his head and exited the elevator.

It was until he led me to the guest room that he actually talked to me.

"If you need anything please let me know, I'll be in the room across from yours." He said as he pointed to his room.

Before I could say anything else he turned around and headed into his room, leaving me alone in the hallway with no clue to what to do.

What do you guys think huh? Rose and Dimitri together in the same house for a couple of day? What's bound to happen? Please let me know your thoughts. Review.

Also I started this small story about Rose and Dimitri, I know I can barely get this one done, but I just couldn't stop myself from writing the small chapter. Check it out in my stories. That story will probably be updated everyday because the chapters will be from 300 words to 600. I just really wanted to write it and that's the best way. Please check it out. Love you guys.