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Get to the Roots
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2024-10-29 19:42:56It's dark.
Theo could not see a speck of light. His vision was covered by a thin black cloth. He turned away, trying to make sense of the situation by catching the slightest sound of Rose's movement. He felt Rose climb back onto the bed. "In the dark you look like a wonder woman." Theo spoke when he felt a touch on his chest. "What are you doing, Sugar?" The sticky sensation inevitably created curiosity. Theo wanted to know what Rose was currently doing. "What did you say just now. I look like a wonder woman. Now I want to get rid of these pesky hairs." There was nothing left of the waxing mixture, which Rose now placed in a bowl on the nightstand. Just waiting for the molten wax to freeze, Rose could pull it off from the opposite direction where Theo's chest hairs were growing. Sequencing by largest count. Rose almost patted Theo's ribs after realizing how the waxing mixture from her was hardening.Related chapters
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"Yes. But you only asked me to promise not to be rude. The rest of the time I'm free to do whatever I want." "You're such an asshole!" Rose struggled violently. However, she was also surprised by the tube that suddenly widened. "I warned you, Sugar. Don't move. It's a telescopic tube. The more you do, the more it will open your crotch for me." Theo crawled up, not actually crushing the body beneath him. There was an arm propped up on the bed. "I'm sure you must have forgotten that I'm not completely divorced. Yesterday your mind was split, that's why you didn't discuss anything about my status when we met again." Theo's statement really struck a chord in Rose's head. How could she forget such an important matter. There was absolutely no thought in her mind about the fact towards Theo. She didn't know what the man would do now. Rose wasn't going to let Theo touch her, or at least do anything. "What do y
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Rose's steps came to a halt. Her body froze when she first entered the large room filled with tall shelves and functionality. All the clothes and other types of equipment were perfectly organized. At each point there was not a single vacancy. Every shelf was neatly filled, making it easy to search in the midst of delays. There, in the middle of the room, Rose found Theo busy wearing a dongker colored tie. It was a stark contrast to the sky-blue shirt wrapped around his large frame. The man's appearance was almost perfect. Rose, meanwhile, was still trying to find where the women's clothes were. Her spotlight glowed far away. However, Rose could not find any equipment. The walk in closet she entered only provided Theo's necessities. "Where did you put all my clothes?" asked Rose a little annoyed. She shot Theo a glare. Coming closer while hugging the oversized bathrobe on her body. "You
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"Wake up, Sugar. We should go now." Theo sniffed that intoxicating neckline. Back home, into the room, he found Rose asleep with her back to his current position—on his knees, waiting for her to open her eyes. "Sugar." Theo's subtle attacks were relentless. However, his efforts were not enough to pull Rose back from unconsciousness. With a slight growl Theo stretched Rose's body. The slight movement of the closed eyelids made him frown in surprise. "You're pretending to be asleep, aren't you?" Theo moved away feeling half-angry. His lips thinned as Rose just spluttered, and positioned herself leaning against the headboard. "I just woke up. You're just bothering me," Rose grumbled followed by a glare that lit up the adonis face in front of her. "We should go now. Use your time efficiently. I only have two hours to take you shopping." At that Rose blinked rapidly. What could
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Magdalena's haughty stride was focused on passing the few people around her. Her gaze was fixed only on a man, who was busy playing with his cell phone while leaning against the dividing wall of the women's restroom. "You bastard!" Magdalena managed to deliver one slap when she was no longer at a distance. The handsome face was stared at vengefully. All the evidence the opposing lawyer had given to the judge singled Magdalena out as the guilty party. The divorce trial was coming to an end, and she didn't know what to do with her marriage that was in danger of dissolving. "You really have a heart, T! Insisting on divorcing me, why, because of another woman?" Magdalena didn't care how the astonished gazes of some of the mall visitors kept shining on her. She just wanted to vent her unstoppable anger when she found out that another woman was living in the mansion. Should that be the way Theo tormented her?
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"What are you looking at?" asked Rose, sitting on the sofa that was stretched across the back of the wall—not far from where Theo was still struggling with some important files. On his desk, Theo flipped through the documents carelessly. Unfocused on examining the contents of the documents, his attention is constantly on Rose's face, which is increasingly smeared with light make-up. A little something she had just bought at the mall. "You won't get any work done if you keep looking at me like a fool," Rose quipped as she applied lipstick to her lips. Such a small activity forced Theo to frown deeply as he watched the touch of Rose's fingers. "I don't understand. Is that lips, or a succulent aglaonema plant, huh? Fiery red like it wants to go to war." A moment's pause. Theo put the hardcopy file in hand into a folder, storing it in a drawer. Then looked back at Rose with a mischievous grin. "What do you want to burn with that lip color,
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The corners of the lips curled up, adding a sweet accent to the charming face that highlighted the two small toys in hand with a wistful gaze. The journey had been long, splitting a longing that was never the same. The image of a warm call and some innocent questions kept echoing, permeating the tranquility immersed in silence. Rose's sweat was on the cut of a bead that rounded curiously. How is he doing now? Rose chuckled softly. Rhetorical questions shouldn't reverberate through her head. She knew what kind of answer would so aptly fill in the gaps in her mind. Fine. Nothing could be more perfect than that statement. A mother's warm embrace and a father's protection were more than enough to remind Rose to let go. Even though, she couldn't bear to be stuck with the increasingly suffocating vortex of feelings. The toy that was deliberately bought when Theo let her choose whatever Rose w
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Theo let out a long breath. It was not the time to make jokes about an important situation like this. There were several things Theo had to consider. At the end, no matter how-Rose had to walk into the trap that had been planned. It didn't matter if she would ask questions. It didn't matter if they would be rejected. At least the bond of secrecy would ensure that Verasco's wishes would not be realized. Theo turned away, looking at Diego for a moment. Then turned toward the entrance. There, Lion was hurrying toward his master. "He's your lawyer," Theo said, returning the spotlight to Rose's astonished face. Lion's appearance was a far cry from his usual self. A typical casanova outfit with a leather jacket was replaced by a neat suit. The under cut haircut also made his face look younger. Rose had no idea what had just happened. "You mean my lawyer is Lion?" asked Rose, pointing uncertainly. "Yes."
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Rose's fingers clenched tightly around the gold trim pen in her hand. The choice ended up being irresistible, making her ink black on paper as a form of formality. Who knows how far it would go, but the one year Theo had promised was enough to give Rose hope of being free of the contracted relationship. Really. Being a sugar baby had never crossed Rose's mind in her entire life. Even having to deal with actions of a legal nature, gave her a periodic sense of caution. What if one day Rose felt out of place and committed an offense? There was no going back. The evidence of the deal has been recorded and archived as an important document. Woe to Rose. Let's hope she doesn't take any actions that will lead her into negative things. It was clear Theo wasn't going to let any of her decisions go easy. Rose snorted. Dropping the pen she was holding onto the table. She got up, pushing the chair she was coincidentally sitting in
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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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"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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"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
