"How could you hide such an important matter from the master, Miss? Before bringing you here, you were completely sedated. And that is very risky for the fetus you are carrying. Moreover, your pregnancy is still in the first trimester." Travis paused briefly, chuckling in disbelief. Let's hope Theo doesn't get very angry when he hears something like that.
Travis took a deep breath and let it out roughly. "I'm sorry, miss. But when the master returns, I will inform him that you are pregnant." Rose looked away quickly. There was nothing more meaningful than Travis's long-winded statement, except for the last sentence the man uttered. Travis couldn't behave like that. He really couldn't. Rose confidently shook her head, trying to calm her suddenly chaotic feelings. "I'm begging you, Doctor. Don't tell this to your master. Not now, I'm not ready." Rose carefully changed her position to sitting. She look"Lion," Rose called faintly. Repeatedly saying the same name. Lion happened to pass by Theo's doorstep, when Rose had no choice but to stay where she was - unable to leave after realizing how big the building was. Rose had time to close the door she was still holding. However, the sound of Lion's footsteps that paused after being stopped gave a small chance. Rose sank half of her body behind the door. She waved her hand - asking Lion to come closer. Occasionally Rose turned toward the bed. Thankfully, Theo was still sleeping there. Rose would seek revenge. "What's wrong, Miss?" asked Lion with a surprised frown. "Shush. Speak softly," Rose said as she placed her index finger in front of her lips. "Come here, I need your help." Motioning for him to bow Lion followed. He brought his face closer, listening intently to the narrative behind Rose's whisper. Rose's request felt strange. Lion pulled away slightly, not understanding what Rose wanted this time. "Why are you askin
It'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.
"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
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
"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
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?
"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,
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
There was no response whatsoever, other than that handsome face sinking further into the folds of the arms. Rose didn't want to think her husband was exactly like a little boy hiding something from her. Theo was avoiding being stared at, that much was obvious and Rose's suspicion grew more and more certain as she herself struggled to pull Theo up simply to reposition him to face forward. Rose's long breath rushed into the air. For a moment she thought of looking down to whisper something. However, the words she had composed in her mind vanished as soon as she found a box nestled deep under the bed. It was completely familiar to Rose. She reached out to touch the object. It should have been a matter of pulling out when Rose's fingertips reached one of the corners of the square box, but instead Rose's action was restrained by Theo who brushed her off and as if on purpose, one of Theo's pushes made the box jut away from their position. Rose growled in anger—suppressed b
'Miss, Travis says Mr. T has calmed down.' Rose recalled one of Lion's statements that ended up getting her back into the car. They traveled towards Theo's mansion, and along the stretch of rocks they passed Rose's gaze was only drawn to the movement of the trees that seemed to be following her. And just like that, Rose felt that the last conversation with Verasco was still looming in her mind. They were not finished yet, but Rose believed she had given Verasco a small leverage. A stare. The meaning of the tightened jaw. It was all Rose's belief that Verasco would not have given her an option if it was true that the man did not believe. Or actually because such things were still related to her father. For some reason Rose felt foolish in making a choice. It was a moment—a tense moment—she had to give up one, while her heart begged to have both. "You're right. I know Theo too. My husband has his reasons for not coming to you." Rose replied as Verasco's hose shooed
"Mr. Verasco also just arrived." Rose confirmed Lion's mutterings from the side. She stopped the car—turning for a moment to the man who had just stuffed his cell phone into his pants pocket. Rose guessed that Lion was sending a message to his man according to what Rose had said. She quickly got out after Verasco like a king who was greeted with respect. "Wait," Rose hesitated—not knowing what to call it. Rose swallowed harshly as Verasco waited at the end of the steps. Those eyes were sharp as if they wanted to skin her mercilessly. "I don't think I've invited a prostitute into the grounds of my mansion." Such a cynical greeting didn't hurt Rose any more than having to imagine Theo's anger which was probably still very much on fire. "What are you doing here? Changed your mind and want to sell your body?" "I'm no longer interested." The image of Rose's face kept reminding Verasco that the blood running through that body was O'Douglas' bloodlin
It was too painful when the man had left her existence. Going far away. Untouchable. And Rose was sure that the more the sturdy shoulders were built up, the more the recently demolished skeleton would be forced to collapse. Exactly Verasco's statement. Callous phrases spoken in such a cruel way that they had a profound effect on Theo and took away whatever form they took, which was even the same thing—Rose had to watch her husband build a high wall. She hasn't tried to reach it yet, but knows it won't be easy. Rose couldn't drag Theo by the arm like she had in the past and whisper soft words. Inviting her husband into the room, then Theo would say yes. None of that was easy. Not when Rose's decision was too late to make. Theo was already making his way down to the top floor in the left wing. What could Rose do as the door thudded loudly, bouncing off the mansion's skylights. Rose had never even so much as focused her mind on the highest point of the building's structure, which
Underneath the hiding place Rose's heart pounded violently. She couldn't understand how Theo could be so calm, while the man's heartbeat was Rose listening. She was a little jealous of Theo's skill in dealing with a tense situation. Verasco's presence was nerve—wracking when Rose thought she and Theo should be sharing their closeness in the presence of the man who had strictly forbidden their relationship. "What is this asshole doing?" "He's hacking into something?" There was a pause after Verasco's question aired freely. Rose hoped that Lion—who was probably still accompanying the middle-aged man—could give a plausible reason without being dishonest. It was dangerous if Verasco knew the truth about what Theo was doing secretly. "Yes, sir. Mr. T is indeed having a drop." Woe be to Lion. Rose could barely keep herself from swearing harshly. Lion was too... honest. "Hacking what?" "That I don't know, sir. You can probably ask Mr. T directly la
Waking up under the warm, soothing gaze of her husband's eyes seemed to lead Rose astray into the gray beads and thick fur that seduced her defenses. She closed her eyes again and nuzzled the surface of Theo's chest more closely. Inhaling the masculine scent that never faded a bit until the only thing Rose couldn't escape was that intoxicating fragrance. Rose deepened the sweep of her face in search of the most comfortable position, at least until Theo embraced her with his arms, but he did not. Theo gently grasped her dark brown hair, which felt just right as the man's large fingers sank between strands and then rubbed the back of Rose's head lightly. "Still sleepy, Sugar?" Theo's baritone voice was crisp as if the man had been preparing for a long time to ask her just one question. Rose pulled herself up onto Theo's body. Let her husband lower his head slightly, and she would look up to start the conversation. "You've been up since earlier?" That swee
Rose woke up amidst the silence passing through her body. She scanned the perimeter of the living room still sharing the same oxygen and other things that wouldn't change. Including her husband—Theo on the side sitting back with his beady eyes closed so calmly, as if unaffected by the slightest movement from Rose who had just removed the arm band around that solid and firm body. She didn't know the last time Theo had immersed himself in the deep sea between them. Rose only remembers the little part of her that couldn't hold on any longer, then fell asleep clinging to Theo's body. While her husband was busy drumming on the keys of the keyboard, occasionally rubbing the top of Rose's head–offering a nod to the drowsiness and heaviness in her eyes. Rose's gaze shifted momentarily to an object on Theo's lap. It looked like Theo's coding work had been completed. A horizontal green line almost a quarter full filled the empty box lengthwise on the monitor screen. Then Rose as
"You brought Esme out of the cage to meet Mr. Zever, Miss?" Lion's one swift question seemed to intimidate Rose that she had just made a big mistake. While twisting the lid of the jar of snacks that had just been removed from a whole plastic packet, Rose deliberately did not let her gaze linger on Lion for long. Neither did she deny the accusation based on the 'truth'. It was Rose, and she had no intention of simply wishing for time to turn back to fix her empty knowledge. If Rose hadn't brought Esmeralda to the main room and sent Zever into a tizzy. Maybe she wouldn't have been hounded by her own thoughts about Theo waiting in the living room and her accompanying her husband on the hack. Last time Rose had told her everything. All about the problems they had to face together. And just like that—there wasn't much of a response from Rose after she ended her long string of sentences. Theo was silent, but Rose was sure he had processed all the information well.
"Can you, Theo?" repeated Rose. Without specifying an answer she wanted to understand what Theo was thinking. Theo's silence was like ice until the atmosphere in the room changed. "Theo ...." "We can't predict what problems will happen in the future." "Yes, I'll try not to put you in any danger. But I can't promise." "I'm talking about you. Not me." To not put her in danger. Rose didn't think that was what she meant. "I know. I can take good care of myself." "But you didn't even dodge when I shot you." Rose parted the blanket between them. Her gaze fell to where she had fired hot lead at Theo. Already back to full skin, the scars were invisible—perhaps Travis had given them an elixir. Some of the wounds on Theo's body weren't as gruesome, except for the part where the shredded wound merged with a fold of flesh. "I didn't dodge, because I knew you weren't a danger to me." "It just looks that way, doesn't it? In fact, I put m