Touching my boobs

THIRD PERSON’S POV

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Rosaline asked, growing impatient as Frederick remained lost in thought. He had been calling Zara repeatedly, but her phone seemed permanently switched off. With no response from him, Rosaline decided to take matters into her own hands and pinched his arm to snap him back to reality.

“Don’t touch me,” Frederick snapped sternly.

“I’ll see what I can do about your so-called company... but first, I need to find out why my Zara ran away.”

“But today is the deadline,” she stubbornly insisted, earning a glare of annoyance from Frederick.

“Listen, we are not friends, nor are we acquainted, so becoming my wife doesn’t mean you should speak to me anyhow. This marriage is just an accident, and we’ll be divorcing soonest,” he said, making Rosaline clench her fist. Her hands were aching to slap him, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to jeopardize the chance of reclaiming her mum’s company. Throughout the ride, she kept her mouth shut but occasionally shot glares at Frederick.

The car eventually pulled up in front of a magnificent mansion. Before the chauffeur could get the door, Rosaline had already gotten out of the car on her own. She stood at a spot waiting for Frederick. Her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of the mansion. She had always called her home a mansion, but this right here had proven her otherwise. Three houses like hers combined wouldn’t match the grandeur of this place. ‘Just who the hell is this guy,’ she wondered.

“Who are you?” she asked in a daze.

Frederick, now out of the car, looked at her as if she’d asked a ridiculous question.

“If you had paid more attention to the news, you probably wouldn’t be asking me that,” he said before walking off.

“Jerk,” Rosaline mumbled, trailing behind him in bewilderment.

The door was pulled open by two uniformed men who appeared to be guarding the entrance. Rosaline’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared wide-eyed at the inside of the mansion. Compared to the exterior, this was a whole new level of extravagance. It’s official – this guy was filthy rich. But who the heck was he?

“Hailey!” Frederick’s voice boomed, startling Rosaline, who in turn glared at him.

“Why must you scream my name like that?” A young lady, a spitting image of Frederick, questioned as she emerged from a room Rosaline had failed to notice.

“Where is Zara?” Frederick inquired, urgency in his tone.

“You should probably call her and ask her where she is,” she replied sarcastically.

“Hailey, tell me where Zara is before I lose my patience,” Frederick pressed, struggling to contain his anger.

“Honestly, Fred, I don’t know where she is. She left on her own.”

“What do you mean?”

“We were heading to the wedding venue when she suddenly told the chauffeur to take us to her apartment. On getting there, she said she had to get something from there and made us wait for her outside. After waiting for a while without seeing her, I went in to fetch her, only to discover that she ran away through the window.”

“So you expect me to believe this cock-and-bull story?” Frederick asked.

“Believe it or not, it won’t bring her back,” she replied with a shrug.

“So you expect me to believe that a girl who had been looking forward to her wedding ran away on the D-day. Does that make any sense to you?”

Hailey shrugged again. “I’ve already told you all I know about her disappearance.” She glanced at Rosaline, who was now asleep on the couch. “You should take your wife upstairs; she seems stressed out.”

“What exactly did you discuss with Zara this morning that upset her?” Frederick asked, brushing off her suggestion.

“I already told you before; it’s just girl talk.”

“Do you seriously think I’ll believe that?”

“Your choice. I’m going back to my room,” she said and then walked away.

Frederick groaned in annoyance; this didn’t make any sense. Nevertheless, he had to get to the root of it. He headed to the stairs but halted his movement when he remembered that Rosaline was asleep on the couch. He went over to her and poked her a few times without looking at her. Rosaline opened her eyes immediately.

“What are you doing?” She asked Frederick, who was backing her.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he retorted.

“Touching my boobs,” she replied, making him look at her immediately. Only to realize that he had been poking her boob. He quickly withdrew his hands.

“I didn’t even notice that it was your boob; it was too hard,” he muttered, but Rosaline heard him.

“What did you just say?” She asked, but Frederick had already walked over to the stairs.

“Follow me; I’ll show you to your room,” he pretended not to have heard what she asked.

“Pervert,” Rosaline cheekily muttered, then joined him in going upstairs. The stairs were grand; they were made of marble and looked sparkly. Rosaline was awed as she took her time to look around.

“Close your mouth, or flies might enter,” she heard Frederick say.

She inwardly cursed him, then ran over to the hallway where he was standing.

“That’s your room,” Frederick said, pointing at a door. He then proceeded to walk over to the next door. However, he was about to enter when Rosaline called him back.

“Do you have any spare clothes I can wear? My things will probably arrive tomorrow, and I can’t sleep with this,” she said, gesturing at her wedding gown.

“You can check the room next to yours. But after today, don’t ever go near it,” He replied before shutting his door.

After her shower, Rosaline discovered a cozy nightdress in the closet and changed into it. Afterward, she approached the bed, intending to get some rest, when her eyes caught sight of a laptop on the desk. She went over to the desk and opened the laptop; luckily, it wasn’t locked. Intrigued by her new family, she decided to do some research.

After contemplating for a moment, she decided to search for the most magnificent mansion in Las Vegas. To her surprise, the first mansion that popped up was the one she was currently in. Reading the accompanying article, she learned that the estate belonged to the Mills, the wealthiest billionaire family in Las Vegas, boasting numerous companies locally and globally. A picture of the Mills was attached to the article, and Rosaline’s eyes widened as she spotted Frederick’s picture with the caption “CEO of Mills Company.”  A gasp escaped her when she saw his net worth.

“He is bloody rich.”