Damon was still a hot topic the next day, not as trendy as he was the first day, but still enough to be talked about. The trolls were still rolling in, and they were not relenting or even trying to. Tapping his pen rhythmically on the table, Damon sighed as he glanced at the clock again. He remembered telling her 11 am, but it was almost half an hour later, and she still had not shown up. Perhaps she had changed her mind and taken her bastard child somewhere else. Damon had made his lawyer draw up an official agreement, one that would protect him, his assets, and his company.What happened with Ava would not be happening again.His doorbell rang, drawing him out of his train of thought, Damon hated how stressed this issue was making him, and he could not wait to be done with it all.Trudging lazily to the door, Damon swung it open and was greeted by her scent first, vanilla, with a hint of coconut. He remembered how he had been amazed by it that first night, wondering how he never i
“So what? Does he just expect you to move in? Just like that?” Storm looked perplexed “Are you sure you heard him right?” She asked further, clearly not convinced that Damon had decided to take responsibility.“Yes, Storm I heard him right.” Rosa said rolling her eyes," I told you all I had to do was go public, these rich people hate when they are trending for the wrong reasons." “Wow.” Storm managed, pouring a glass of wine for herself and some apple juice for Rosa.“Yeah, wow,” Rosa said sarcastically. “I don't even know how I feel about all this anymore,” Rosa added, taking the glass from Storm and downing it in one gulp. Her heart sank a little when she realized she meant those words, yes she had initially wanted this but now, maybe it wasn’t all that. She had no idea how she felt if she wanted this…staying with him…she had hoped for his cooperation and nothing more, but it seemed things were getting pretty real now.“Hey,” Storm said comfortingly, taking a seat beside her on
Rosa heaved a sigh of relief as the groaning man rolled off her body. His sweat dropped directly into her eyes as he struggled off her, making her squint enough to see a quirky perverted but satisfied smile plastered on his lips.She watched him wink at her, clicking his tongue as he adjusted his draws which he had pulled just below his knee, throwing his trousers on, and he was gone before she could say jack.She did not even know his name, he was yet again one of her many nightly picks, safe to say he was one of the worsts she had picked yet. Reaching for her pack of cigarettes beside the pillow, Rosa tossed a stick in between her lips, holding the duvet close to her chest to shield her naked body as she searched for her lighter on the nightstand.A satisfied sigh left her lips this time as she drew in the smoke and puffed, lulling her head back to rest on the headboard.When would it end, was all she could think about, how would she stop, why was it always the same thing, why was
The ride to the club was long, Storm had mentioned that before they left, but it was just dawning on Rosa how far it was when they were thirty minutes into the trip and still not at their destination.A gasp left her lips as Storm took a turn into Fifth Avenue and she took in the environment, they’d since left downtown and their crappy neighborhood. She knew this because she had had one or two flings with men from here, but each time she was blown away by the beauty and wealth that this place elicited.“Wow,” Rosa voiced when Storm came to a halt in front of what looked like a multimillion-dollar mansion instead of a club.“Are you sure we are at the right place?” Rosa asked jokingly, a smile plastered on her face as she took the sight in.“Best believe, here,” Storm said with a smile, handing her an access card. They walked in hand, presenting their cards at the entrance and walked in. If she had been blown away by the exterior, Rosa did not have words to describe how she felt about
Rosa giggled like a tipsy teenager, it was the most fun she had had in a long time, and with a man too. They'd gotten to know each other over cocktails and sweaty bodies on the dance floor.And now as they sat sipping wine in his living room, his shirt three buttons down and his arms flexing seductively under his sleeves as he sipped from his glass, Rosa could not help but feel even more attracted to him.Unlike other men she had met in the past, he was not eager to be with her, sexually that is. His eyes did not look at her with lust, they gazed upon her like one would at their favorite thing. He seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, and it made her have mixed feelings.Was he that interested in the conversation and her company, or was he just not attracted to her enough to want to sleep with her? Or perhaps all he needed was a prompt, a little push in the direction.Their eyes met and Rosa knew it was the perfect moment, casting him her most sultry look, Rosa watched as he melted
Rosa was gone first thing the next morning, she'd spent a good three minutes staring at his sleeping form on the couch as the sun rays cast a beautiful glow on his skin, giving it a rich golden look. Her fingers itched to brush off the hair that framed his face as he lay collapsed, but she'd chastised herself lest she woke him up.It's always awkward when the man wakes up to the girl leaving, she'd noted that in the movies, and maybe it had happened to her once…or twice.She'd gathered her things that were scattered around the living room, hurriedly throwing on her clothes she'd dropped a sweet little note saying she had a great night and dashed out. As she sat in the back of the cab, Rosa reminisced on the experience and smiled, reminding herself that this was the first and last time she would feel this or even think about it. Rolling down the window, Rosa let the cool morning air hit her face, willing her eyes closed as he once again flooded her memories.The way he had effortles
Rosa stared at her reflection on the door in front of her, instinctively brushing her fingers through her hair when she noticed its slightly messy state.She had been sitting there for the past few minutes waiting for her turn, but it seemed like a lifetime already. Glancing at her wristwatch, she wondered why Storm was not here yet, she had said she was on her way. There was no way she was going to do this alone.Hugging herself slightly and rubbing off the goosebumps on her naked arms, Rosa prayed herself to sit still, even though She knew she could not help the anxiety that racked through her body.Regretting why she had opted for the sleeveless shirt instead of a sweatshirt. But she could not blame herself still, the anxiety had eaten her up whole right from home, right from the day she had marked Tuesday on the calendar on her desk with a dark green Sharpie. Tapping her feet slowly on the floor, she fidgeted nervously, a bad habit but one that helped her through her now freque
Rosa had spent the night tossing and turning in bed, her pillow tightly tucked beside her and her blanket wrapped like a second skin. Desperate for a cigar and some shots to clear her head but equal parts afraid of causing any harm to the unborn child who was growing in her, oblivious of the pain and uncertainty it had brought to her life.But she was too scared to light a cigarette, too scared to take that much-needed shot of tequila, which was ironic seeing as she had made up her mind to terminate the pregnancy the very next day.The following morning, as she stood in front of the mirror adjusting her dress her reflection was a far cry from what she was used to seeing. Bracing herself for whatever was lying ahead, Rosa got set for the hospital. She had been lucky there was an open spot at the clinic for the doctor to fit her in, dabbing her cheeks with a dusting of blush, something to bring back a little life to her face, Rosa was set to leave.The hospital had its distinctive sme