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2024-10-29 19:42:56"If I was jealous. I wouldn't have let you do it more than once."
Theo's exhale hit the surface of Magdalena's face. Every time she remembered how deeply she knew Theo, Magdalena felt like she had been told a thousand lies. She simply didn't understand his way of thinking, or anything directly related to her ex-husband. "I'm sure you're jealous. Just like you deliberately showed me the kiss marks on that prostitute's body to make me hurt." Magdalena tried to convince herself. Theo was hers, always would be. "She's not a whore. She's my wife. You need to underline one thing, I like to make art on her body, not to make you jealous. But, I guess explaining all that to you is pointless. You're too ...." Theo stopped his sentence. The facial expression was deliberately thoughtful. "Too stupid-perhaps." He grinned sarcastically. Still with the Italian dialect, which sounded sexy from his lips.
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(Not) His Sugar Baby Courious
Rose fell silent. Her brain and body seemed to be disconnected. She was still motionless, frozen before the man, who looked different from the last time they met. It was like being trapped in a sensory distortion. The air around Rose was filled with painful tension. She just wanted to burn the 15 roses, which were received from hand to hand for five consecutive days. However, her readiness had to be hindered when Theo walked in with wobbly steps. Not even looking at Rose, when he had the chance to look away. "Here's the lighter, Miss-" Just like Rose. Beatrace stopped when she realized Theo was there-standing with an unreadable ripple on his face. Having barely seen each other, the slight change was obvious. "Good afternoon, sir." Beatrace ventured a greeting. The nod she received was followed by Theo's departure with a decisive step. Beatrace also looked at where her master had gone. Then turned to Rose. "There is a mas
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"I said get out!" "No way!" argued Rose. Approaching with explosive curiosity. Theo's appearance in her eyes had always been perfect. Different from the one Rose currently noticed. That stain... really invites curiosity. "Why are your clothes dirty?" Getting closer. Rose tried to touch the button of the shirt Theo was wearing. "None of your business. Go away!" The reality was that Rose failed when Theo chose to avoid. Every action the man made, pulling off the dirty shirt, did not escape Rose's sight. Half of Theo's shoulders and arms were covered in abstract tattoos. Rose couldn't quite grasp the meaning of the ink that blended with Theo's skin pigment. The tattoos she saw were already there, she didn't feel the need to meddle with them unnecessarily. Except, when the man approached the figurine on the bed. Theo seemed to be holding a small object, or Rose could call it a camer
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His lil sister. That was obvious. Rose didn't need to show any overreaction, but there was still one thing that had her overwhelmed with curiosity-what and how. She took a step closer, another step... then the distance between them vanished. Theo's half-naked body didn't matter. Rose touched the surface of that chest slowly-little by little getting acquainted with the sculpted skin to the rows of abdominal muscles. Theo's breathing was labored. Rose could feel it when he looked up, noticing how the look in the ashes was misty with hurt, as well as passion. "I so fucking miss you, Rose." Theo's statement was like a lullaby, Rose was forced to sleep just to escape the bad thoughts. She brushed Theo's large fingers away as she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm. "I still have one more question, and don't think I've forgiven you when you haven't."
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"Lion, I need your help!" There was nothing to explain. Rose needed Lion to go back and break down the door to Dara's room. She had waited, thinking Theo would come out after everything was over. Until the commotion died down a bit, Rose got nothing. Not once did Theo respond to her efforts. Strangely enough, Rose didn't understand why a short sentence from him had such an effect. The waves seemed to crash over their pebble-stuck relationship. They were never okay, like two people who didn't belong together. If Rose hadn't been presumptuous enough to intrude on Theo's past. Maybe there wouldn't have been such a hassle. She didn't expect Theo to have more emotions than she had ever seen. "Come on, Lion, hurry!" Continuing to pull brought Lion to where he needed to be. Rose held her breath, feeling even more disoriented when she heard the same shattering sound, even worse. "Theo is inside. Hurry up and break down the door," Rose said half-urgently. They had to hurry, or somethi
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Behind the face that was buried in the recesses of that warm neck. There was a tinge of reddish color that couldn't help but appear. Not much different from the reaction she showed, Rose realized Theo's body was frozen... until she felt a thorough rubbing of her back softly. "Are you sure, Sugar?" Theo touched Rose so carefully. Adoring every sculpted curve of her female body. Or actually he was neutralizing the shock Rose had created. Theo didn't believe anything at all, it was hard enough, but couldn't resist the kind of wedding Rose wanted. "When do you want to have the blessing?" Theo's question was the trigger for what felt like a real buzz. Rose fumbled, never thinking Theo would be so quick to agree to her request. "When?" She repeated the one word at the beginning, which was the farthest shadow of Rose's memory. "Yes, when do you want to do the blessing?" Rose watched Theo's face carefully, searching for something there... perhaps Theo was offering a joke under the gu
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"Theo?" Rose woke up wondering. In her sleep, she had dreamt of a very real commotion. Faint sounds, even still echoing, formed a trigger in her head. Rose moved to position herself to sit back slowly. Since the commotion yesterday, until the situation got better-Rose had to face Theo's attitude that never let her go. However, this time was different, Theo was nowhere to be found on the side of the bed. As Rose recalled, before she fell asleep. The man was still focused on playing with the laptop on his lap. "Mercy, sir. I won't do it again." A faint whisper of fear caught Rose's attention. Supposedly in the middle of the night like this, there was no sound that was still propagating as a wave emission, and was captured directly by her hearing. But Theo's distinctive baritone voice added to Rose's curiosity. She immediately moved, slowly towards
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Who could help Rose hide her face from the guests? The situation at the altar was inevitably tense. It had only been a few seconds that she had felt resigned to sing her readiness for marriage vows, naming Theo as her partner for life. Now the admiration of some people made her unable to restrain herself. Hesitantly Rose's net glowed, watching the faces there. There had to be a justification, that the blessing was just a formality. Those sitting upright were Theo's people. There wasn't anyone Rose would have expected to be unfamiliar. Not even Bridgette, who was not part of the event today. Rose turned to look at Theo sharply. The man who could not be expected - shattering all Rose's dreams because of his madness. Rose felt a twinge of regret for making a decision that made her lose face. "Give me your hand, Sugar. You're keeping everyone waiting." The innocent face smiled sweetly, took Rose's fingers and pinned on the ring that Rose patented as a sac
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"You took me all the way from Milan to Toronto just to get that thing in your hand, Sugar?" Theo had been watching Rose's movements from the moment she stepped out of the apartment. Those unusual steps, several times barely holding her balance. Rose's wide-eyed stare and pale face never escaped Theo's attention. He also took a wide step, taking Rose's body into his arms with ease. "This is the result of not listening to my orders. You're pregnant, you shouldn't be exhausted like this." Theo's tone was firm, carrying Rose's body towards the exit. "Can't we rest here for the night?" "There's a lot of dust here. It's not good for your health. Besides, I asked you to sleep on the way, but you wouldn't listen." "That's because I didn't want you to take advantage of an opportunity," Rose muttered, ending with her face buried in the crook of Theo's neck. That pleasant body scent occasionally made her noggin clo
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Rose had to admit that Theo was quite different by remaining silent when their position was intact. The last sentence from her was ignored, the man was busy sniffing Rose's body scent. Deeply nuzzling the surface of her flat stomach. "Take a shower." Rose played with the black hair warmly. She smiled as Theo looked up at her. "Take a bath with me?" The ash bead drowned Rose deep in the warm ocean. She pursed her lips as she pulled Theo's facial skin wide to the side. "I'm old enough to bathe by myself. Hurry up...." A faint shake of Rose's head brought her to fall on her back on the bed. Theo's thirsty face and the man's large fingers began to dig into a t-shirt depicting a black bear, just like Theo who was currently resting on top of her. "I told you to take a shower, Theo. Not—" Rose was silenced by the tongue thrusting into her mouth. The sound of a wet sniffle trails off—a greeting of desire igni
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Slowly Rose's eyelids slipped from their valves. The same Theo stared, silhouetted against each other in the mirror—Rose was lost in the seduction of the locking gray bead. "I was thinking of Oracle. He knows I don't like wearing earrings. Deliberately gifted me earrings so I'd wear them," Rose replied, successfully drawing one of Theo's eyebrows up high. "He's here, isn't he? Why don't you go straight to him." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly. Comparable to the smile on Rose's lips that curved again-this time briefly and too faintly. "He's back home ...." "Home?" Rose's body was slightly freed as Theo moved his face away from the crook of her neck. "Yes. Axe came to pick him up earlier." One step away she found Theo moving backwards. "Strange. Oracle came home because he was afraid of me, right? Did I hurt him too much?"Theo's quiet tone disturbed Rose's mind. She scrutinized the few times Theo's expre
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Rose didn't care how the swaying bed jerked like a violent swinging shock. She maximized each powerful gallop like a giant crashing into the earth. Theo's body was a soft target for her feet. The man moaned in a submerged voice. Yet, also with pleasure... sometimes asking Rose to move from one spot to another. "Up again, Sugar. Up to the shoulders." Rose chuckled, still doing everything Theo wanted. One foot stomped even harder on her husband's hot, sexy shoulders. "That's it," Rose said. One leap ended the earthquake on the surface of Theo's body. She flung herself down beside the sleeping man. "You said you will give me back my gift box!" "I need to know. Who gave you the gift?" "Oracle. Here, give it back quickly." Rose's arms extended to pull the red velvet box in Theo's grasp. Their positions were in sync, both using their arms as a fulcrum to lift their chests. "Let me open it." Theo's large fingers separa
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"No, you don't. You had your fill of acting like a baby last night." Rose ruffled the remaining strands of hair that still dangled over half of Theo's face. She looked down, searching for the most comfortable spot to strike. "Ouh, Sugar ...." A contrived hiss. Rose knew that no matter how much she clenched her teeth, it wouldn't give Theo much leverage. "Let go. I have to meet, Axe." "You son of bitch. I hope you don't leave before I get back." The chances of escape were slim in the conditions Rose had to face. She wasn't going to waste it, deliberately hunting her nimble footsteps leaving Theo alone lost on the bed. Rose reached for the doorframe. The hinges clicked after she positioned herself facing the man who had been calling impatiently. "You're taking so long." The stifled protest from the owner of the deep, raspy voice uploaded a barely perceptible smile on Rose's lips. "Sorry, Axe. I h
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"Open your eyes, Theo." The throbbing was still as loud as it had been the first time Theo had spoken. Rose's heart and head were fighting each other. Each fighting for the space that overlapped the boundaries she had created for herself. In between came a strange feeling, which Rose could not organize into a symphony. She was a jumbled mess of randomness. Should have reconsidered Xelle's sentence a moment ago, was it true that Rose was trying to stay with someone who made her get lost in her own feelings? .... No, she wasn't. Rose didn't want to be confused by all that reality. As far as possible, she separated the things that shouldn't be lodged in the deepest corner of her heart. Towards a kind of choice which is the most appropriate to win Rose's sanity. She didn't want to be conquered. "Wake up. Get up, Theo!" Rose squeezed the clay muscles in her husband's arm. Turning the curled up body to face the ceiling of the main room. "T
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"What conclusion?" A look of unequal color narrowed sarcastically. Rose's face was lifted a little roughly until she looked up and stared at each other. "It's so bad that even saying his name scares Oracle. And you say he didn't mean it?" Xelle's whisper was like a spark of fire. Quite disturbing if Rose had to admit it. She brushed off the lingering link of fingers, though Xelle's actions were not hurtful. "Theo didn't mean to. I was the one who misplaced the Oracle in our midst," Rose argued, not realizing how the blind finally blinked. "You're defending him, Rose?" Rose swallowed harshly. The glint in her eyes flickered quickly. "I'm not. It's just that you don't understand. I told you, that Theo did that out of his control. He had a nightmare last night." Rose held back the lump in the back of her throat. "You know I love Oracle, Axe, he's my son too. But please don't make a mess here. I've seen my husband hurt enough times. Not anymore. P
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"Oracle, are you sure you want to go straight home? Not wait for Om T to wake up first?" Oracle's rejection firmly dispelled the offer Rose had repeatedly made. Rose's breath rushed out, lips pressed together thinly. She contemplated everything that had not and would happen. In front of her, from a distance Rose had guessed what Xelle's reaction would be, if the blue bruise on Oracle's conspicuously elastic bandage—covered wrist caught the heterochromia's eye. As slow as a leaf combing Rose changed position. Towering high, she awaited the quick approach of the one who was now beside her. "Daddy." The thin curve of the lips responded to Oracle's greeting. A neat knit of eyebrows rose with Xelle's sharp eyes scrutinizing. He took a deep look at Rose's face, then turned back to the first focal point. His large body knelt down, light as a feather to reach for Oracle's small fingers—noticing carefully the cloth wrapped densely... breaking the suspi
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"Travis." Rose pushed her way in, making the man behind the ledger jump. "Sorry, Travis. I was in a hurry." "What is it, Miss?" The light question came after Travis closed the thin sheet marked with a string. "Do you have any painkillers or anything to treat the bruises on Oracle's hands? Theo just had a nightmare and accidentally did this to him. I'm scared if anything happens." Travis's eyebrows shot up. "Mr.T just had a nightmare?" he asked. In stark contrast to Rose's haste. Travis was too calm to notice the extent of the bruise. "No need to worry, miss. You'd better see the master, I'll treat him." Travis smiled. She hesitated between refusing or agreeing. Rose glared at Travis and Oracle's faces in turn. She blinked. "Are you sure there's nothing to worry about?" "Yes, Miss. I can handle it. You should see the master. He may need you." Stunned, considering things from all angles. Rose finally sighe
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"Uncle T, you hurt me. Let me go!" "Uncle T!" Rose tried to understand the situation in the dim room. Faint squeals of pain clashed in the air. Rose frowned, as the almost uninterrupted movement in its entirety pulled her closed brown eyes wide open. In front of Rose several black events were fully recorded, broadcasting the silhouette of a rough resistance along with a small body that was trying hard to pull himself out of the grip of the subconscious. Rose's heart hammered violently. All the chaos overlapped to form ornaments in her head. She took definite steps, quickly bringing half the darkness to light. And then some things that Rose couldn't digest properly, appeared in a heap, jolting her feelings. On that torture—like bed .... Oracle was completely unable to resist the strong grip that could be seen from the muscles digging into the surface of the large, clayey, man—sized arms of the person there. The
