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Chapter One – Good Morning to me.

Beep Beep Beeeeeppppp!


I hesitantly rose from my bed, slowing taking in my surroundings. Through my half-opened watery eyes, I could just make out the large red numerical digits flashing on my alarm clock. 5:55pm. Shit! I was going to be late for training -again.

With speed that even dazzled me, I jumped out of my messy bed and threw on a black sports bra and black work out shorts, which were lying around. They were both amongst the many pieces of shit lying on my clothes-covered room. Why do I always have to be late for training?

I quickly grabbed my sports bag and while struggling to run out of the door and tie my hair in a high pony tail, I managed to take out my phone and look at the time. 6:10pm. Shit. Shit. Shit! I ran toward the main school campus' gym, so focused that my surrounding appeared as patches of coloured and blurred objects and scenery. I finally reached the gym and looked at my phone time. 6:18pm. Shit. My word of the day. Why does my dorm and room for that matter have to be located on the highest floor of the furthest dorm from the gym?

The brown doors were already pushed open, so Dimitri was waiting for me. I paused to catch my breath and sighed. I'm going to cop a lot of shit from Dimitri for being 20 minutes late.

Just after crossing the threshold, I was attacked by the best smell in the world - Dimitri's mouth-watering aftershave. The air was polluted with the sexy smell. I just wanted the forget training and spend the next hour with him. I can only imagine drowning in his smell, being protected by his strong embrace, kissed by his soft gentle lips. I pictured dragging my hands up and down his well toned abs and chest, running my hand through his shiny deep brown hair, kissing every inch of his god-like body. Yep. That was the dream. Or wet dream.

Shit. Rose snap out of it. Your here for training.

My eyes travelled the length of the room to find my sexy cowboy lying down on a crash mat, with an old western novel in his hands. I approached him and dropped my bag on the ground causing a loud bang to ricochet off the walls and echo.

"Yeh, yeh, yeh. I'm late again. Sorry Comrade. Please forgive me?" I said. My voice filled with sorrow and sarcasm.

His eyes wondered from his book, but his head never moved. Through his eye lashes he gazed deeply into my eyes.

"Rose." One word yet so filled with emotion - of the wrong sort. Anger, disappointment, fury, disapproval. Shit. How many times am I going to say that word today? Without leaving my gaze, he put the book down, sat up and crossed his legs in one motion. How could someone so tall and so big be so graceful? That was beyond me. An angered look crossed his face, but was quickly covered by his boring and emotionless guardian mask.

"Rose. You're late. 50 laps. NOW!" He was practically screaming by the end of his short sentence. Wait - 50 laps! But I only do 25! Shit. I must have really pissed him off.

Hell hath no fury like a pissed of Russian.

Good morning to me. This is going to be a long day.

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