Hey everyone, so I came up with the idea for this story today, and could not help but begin writing it. Just be warned that although this story is rated T, it will deal with many adult themes.

Also, the general idea of this is based off of the show "Secret Princes." It doesn't matter if you haven't seen the show though. I don't even watch it.

Read, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 1

Dimitri's POV:

"Ivan, can we just go home already," I complained. This place is just as pointless as all the other clubs in the area. I have been hit on countless amounts of times by girls who want nothing more than my body. I moved away from Russia to escape this treatment! But the whole move was just stupid. This isn't the movies. I'm not just going to magically meet the perfect woman and fall in love with her. It simply doesn't seem to work that way.

"Don't give up yet. Here, have another shot." Replied Ivan.

I reluctantly took the shot and chugged it down. Ivan smirked.

"Let's go talk to some ladies. Or maybe even dance?" He suggested.

I don't dance. Ivan knows that.

"I would really rather just leave," I sighed, feeling disheartened. I am the prince of Russia, but I couldn't be any more disappointed with my life. I have never accomplished anything on my own. Royal customs and traditions are nothing more than a royal pain in the ass. Being the only male in my family, it is assumed that I will take the throne when I grow up. A throne that has done nothing for me aside from preventing me from living a normal life.

I left Russia because I was lonely, and felt as if I had done nothing with my life. After announcing to my family that I planned on moving to Montana, Ivan volunteered to join me. I am basically a disgrace to my family at the moment, but I don't care. I just need some time to be me for once. I also want to meet a real woman. It is impossible for me to know whether women in Russia are attracted to me for me, or if they are attracted to me because I am a prince. All of the girls there are under some absurd notion that being a princess leads to a fairy tale ending. In reality, being married to someone that you don't love is not a fairy tale ending. There have been so many loveless marriages in this monarchy that it is a wonder that people have managed to make babies.

"Dimitri," Growled Ivan. "Take some more shots. You need to loosen up for once, and just have fun. Not every moment spent here has to have some greater or deeper meaning to it. So what if you don't meet the love of your life tonight? So what if you don't find the key to eternal happiness? At least you will be able to reflect back on today and be able to remember having a good time with your friend, and some random chick."

I don't know exactly how Ivan does it, but I complied, and chugged down another two shots.

"That's better." He sighed. "Be right back buddy, that girl is definitely checking me out!" He exclaimed, pointing towards a girl on the dance floor. It took only a slight glance at her to realize that she was intently staring at a pink concoction that the bar tender was brewing up as opposed to looking at Ivan. Oh well.

It hadn't even been a minute since Ivan had left, and a girl had already taken a seat across from me. She had dark brown hair. She is fairly pretty, I must admit. Although she is wearing way too much make up for my liking. Her eyes are very darkly lined, and her lips are a cherry red. Her outfit is also inappropriate looking. Her dress is so tight that it is a wonder it doesn't shred to pieces. I'm not a prude or anything, and I do enjoy some exposed skin on woman, but I don't like the overall impression that women who dress like this are giving. All I can think of when I take in this girl's overall appearance is, 'how many men have been with her already?' Well, maybe she is just wearing the tight clothing to accentuate the only curves that she actually has.

"Hi," She told me giddily, smiling at me.

I nodded in response, not wanting to lead her on. I sincerely hope that she isn't a hooker.

"Can I get you a drink? You look awfully lonely sitting here all by yourself."

"I'm fine," I replied dryly.

"Oh nonsense!" She exclaimed. "Is that a Russian accent you have? You will love the Russian vodka here! I will grab you a few shots of it!" Sarah quickly walked towards the bar before I could protest. Truth be told, I love Russian vodka. However, the shit that they sell here is not Russian vodka. The "Russian" vodka that they have here is just as strong as what we have back home, but literally tastes like some kind of poisonous acid.

Not wanting to feel obligated to drink the vodka, I got up and found a seat across the room, hoping that the woman wouldn't find me. I noticed that Ivan was on the dance floor, charming everyone in sight just as he usually does. I sighed. I wish that I could be content living Ivan's lifestyle.

I pulled out my phone and pointlessly checked for any missed call or texts. No one ever really calls or texts me aside from my family. They are annoyed that I am not in Russia with them, but they still love me.

"There you are!" Squealed a voice. Dammit, she had found me. "I thought I had lost you! The bar was unfortunately out of Russian vodka so I grabbed a few shots of whiskey instead."

A slight buzz has begun to take effect on my body, but it is very mild. Another shot isn't going to hurt.

"Thanks," I told her, and took down the shot.

"Here, have another one," She told me. "I have had more than enough to drink tonight anyways."

"Oh no," I replied. "You must want at least one of these shots."

"I would rather you have them," She replied, pushing the two shots closer to me.

I shrugged my shoulders and drank both of them. How many shots have I even had tonight? Did I have five shots before Ivan convinced me to take one? I'm not exactly sure.

"What's your name?" She asked me.

"Dimitri," I replied.

"Oh, that's cool!" She exclaimed. I don't really know what's cool about it though.

"Do you live here?" She asked. "Or are you just vacationing here or something?"

"I am on somewhat of an extended visit," I replied.

"That sounds interesting." She replied. "We should go dance," She suggested. "This song is the best!"

Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots Shots... was blaring in the background. This is ridiculous. How can I be expected to find love in a bar like this?

She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat. I was feeling pretty shaky. I must have had a lot to drink.

She led me to the dance floor, and I followed for some reason.

When we made it to the floor, she stopped in her tracks and started grinding her ass on me in rhythm to the song. I had never actually danced like this before, but I have seen countless amounts of others do it. I hesitantly placed my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. Wait, why am I doing this exactly?

She eagerly reacted to my motion and rubbed herself against me forcefully. I spotted Ivan who gave me a large smile and a thumbs up.

I awkwardly swayed to the rhythm as she continued her movements on me. I had to admit that the whole thing was beginning to turn me on. My member was beginning to react to this woman. Maybe Ivan is right. A meaningless night of sex will do me no harm.

When the song ended, she turned around and danced to the next song, as she rubbed the front of her body on me. I really wasn't sure how to dance like this.

Suddenly, her lips were on mine. Her tongue was quickly licking at my lips, demanding entrance which I granted for some reason. I am really out of it. After a couple of minutes of a disgusting show of PDA, she pulled back.

"Your place?" She asked.

I nodded my head in response. I looked towards Ivan and motioned towards myself and the woman who were heading to the door. He gave me another smile and continued dancing.

The house that Ivan and I have been renting is about a fifteen minute drive from this club. Our home is very well furnished and decorated on the inside. It isn't particularly large though since neither of us wanted to live in a big house. We did have an unlimited budget on this house though.

It was a very awkward fifteen minute taxi ride. I just didn't know what I was supposed to say. I have never hooked up with an American before in this context.

"You're so sexy," She purred as she stroked her hands along my chest.

I couldn't bring myself to compliment her back. It was just too weird. Wait, I have a question I really should ask.

"What's your name?"

She giggled, and gazed into my eyes with her blue ones. "Sarah."

When we finally made it back to my place, Sarah attacked me with kisses and began a violent attack on my body.

I fell asleep immediately after we had both finished.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I could still remember last night's events, but it was clear that I had been very drunk. Sarah wasn't in bed with me anymore.

I walked towards the kitchen to make some coffee. I noticed that Ivan's door and light were still off, meaning that he was still asleep.

I was about to go to the washroom when I noticed that the shower was running. Could that be Sarah in there?

The thought of last night's events came to mind. I feel as if I should be turned on by the idea of her being in my shower. I feel as if I should be joining her in there. But in reality, it will probably just be really awkward if I do. As well, I'm not even aroused by the thought of being with her again. The alcohol is the only reason we made it as far as we did. I can't believe I am acting like this though, blaming the alcohol just like every other player does. I don't treat women like this normally!

I drank my coffee and pulled out a Western novel to read. After a while, I heard the door to the washroom creak open. Sarah was thankfully fully dressed. Her back was to me at the moment as she grabbed a cup of coffee.

Maybe I didn't give this girl enough credit last night. Looking at her this morning, she looks stunning. Her dark brown hair and tanned complexions seem to be ten times more beautiful than they had been last night. Her body didn't seem lanky anymore. Rather, it appeared to be filled with beautiful curves. Isn't alcohol supposed to make girls seem more attractive?

"Good morning," I finally told her. She didn't even turn around to look at me when she replied. "Good morning. You had a good time last night by the sounds of things," She teased.

Ok, that's a weird response. Why does her voice sound so different?

She turned around to smile at me, and that was when I realized that this girl wasn't Sarah.

"Who are you?" I asked, startled.

She looked at me quizzically. "Rose," She replied. "Who were you expecting?"

Well considering I have never met this woman before, I certainly wasn't expecting it to be her. "Sarah, a, well a woman," I replied, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Shit, Ivan told me that you were trashed last night. We didn't think it was this bad though. And sorry dude, I heard Sarah slipping out of here in the middle of the night." She replied, doing her best to suppress laughter.

"How do you know Ivan?" I asked her. I didn't feel the need to push for more information on Sarah. I am actually pretty glad that she left.

"I met him last night." She replied.

As if on cue, Ivan strolled out of his room.

"Good morning," He said huskily, leaning in to give Rose a kiss. She immediately leaned away from him, which made me oddly happy.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Muttered Ivan. "You can just leave if you want to. Don't feel obligated to stay or anything."

"Are you asking me to leave?" She asked. "Because that would be awfully rude." She taunted, giving me a flirtatious smile in the process. Who does this girl think she is? Presumably sleeping with Ivan and then flirting with me? However, I hate to admit it, but her smile sent chills throughout my body. I really hope she didn't notice my reaction.

She winked at me. She definitely noticed. I meekly looked away. This is making me feel very uncomfortable.

"If you're done trying to seduce Dimitri, I suppose you can have some breakfast," Said Ivan.

"Breakfast sounds great!" She exclaimed, her voice filled with confidence despite the bizarre situation that she was creating for herself. I wish I could always be that confident and sure of myself.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

"How about some eggs, toast, donuts if you have any, and pancakes or waffles. I'm really hungry."

"Did I make you work up an appetite last night?" Asked Ivan proudly.

"No," Replied Rose instantly. She headed towards the couch and sat down with her cup of coffee as she turned on the TV.

"Sure, make yourself at home," Sarcastically stated Ivan who's pride and ego were definitely being hurt at the moment.

"I will. See Ivan, you do have manners." She replied.

I guess I am going to be cooking this morning. I don't have a waffle maker, so I hope she will be happy with pancakes. Wait, why do I even care if she is happy? This is supposed to be some random girl that Ivan hooked up with.

I spent the next hour making all of the foods that Rose had requested. Ivan had given up on socializing with Rose and headed into the shower.

"Comrade, is the food almost ready?" Asked Rose.

Comrade? Where did that come from?

"Yes, it will be ready in five minutes," I told her.

"Ok," She replied. "Which one of you losers has such bad taste in music and books? Seriously, all of this music is from centuries ago. And don't even get me started on all of these Western novels."

I gulped. I take a lot of pride in my books and music. I ended up just turning around to give her a pointed look. She smiled and turned back towards the television.

"Breakfast is ready," I called to her when I finally finished cooking everything.

She rapidly stood up and took a spot at the table. She loaded her plate with everything before digging in.

"This is really good!" She exclaimed. "So fucking good!"

"Hey, I don't remember you ever saying anything to me like that last night!" Teased Ivan who joined us at the table. "I guess the secret to pleasuring you this whole time was Dimitri's cooking."

Rose and I both laughed, and our eyes met very briefly. "Seriously though Dimitri, I'm not even saying this to be polite!" Said Rose.

"We know you aren't trying to be polite," Snorted Ivan.

"Manners Ivan," I teased, mimicking Rose's tone from earlier. She laughed. I loved being able to elicit that response out of her.

After eating an inhumanly large amount for such a small woman, Rose stood up. "Thanks you guys, I had a wonderful time!"

"What, no goodbye sex?" Complained Ivan.

"No, definitely not," Replied Rose, again with a voice so full of confidence. She seems even more confident than Ivan which really says something.

"It was nice meeting you Rose," I told her.

"It was good to meet you too comrade."

Something about Rose is really getting to me. She really is beautiful.

"Goodbye," Said Rose as she opened the door.

The moment she uttered the word, I realized something. I want to see this woman again.

At this point, I am trying to figure out approximately how long I want the story to be. Initially I had planned for it to be only a couple chapters long, but I really did enjoy writing it.

Please, please, please review!