"Looks like you want me to enter you."
Rose glared and then moved away. Because of Theo's words, she failed to reach the cell phone back there, even though Rose could have gotten it in an inch. The man was really becoming a big problem. "Crotch aside, I don't think there's anything wrong with your brain." A sardonic snicker accompanied Rose's sentence. What a way to think! Theo liked it. With Rose, that was all he could think about. Every encounter they had had so far had been based on a one-sided physical attraction-Theo absolutely adored Rose's body. "You remind me of something." His grin equaled a 30-degree angle. Theo quietly slipped his hands into his pants pockets. He forgot to check the activity on Rose's cell phone. What was so important that she was so busy. He pulled out the flat object that was the source of the problem. Theo paused, watching something he'd never imagined. He felt like destroyThe sound of typing on the keyboard breaks the silence. The dim room was taken over by the glow of the monitor screen shining on his face. Theo sat in front of Dara's figurine with his full focus on the attack he was performing on the target computer. His activities were intended to alter the system configuration and damage servers and components. That way the attention of the target, the attacker at the time, would be distracted. Meanwhile, Theo entered the database by systematically retrieving the personal information of the original owner of the computer. Theo was certain that the man who had hurt Rose was not a break-in. A hacker would not neglect to leave the GPS in the car on while committing a crime. It was the same as suicide, which was likely to happen after this. Theo's fingers stopped just as the monitor displayed the perpetrator's profile. Bouldog Aledo's name appeared along with his ID. Theo paid close attention to what
"You sure you're going to do it yourself, sir?" Lion shuddered as he watched Theo sharpen the Cold Steel Recon 1, one of his most deadly self-defense weapons, a folding knife. "I can accompany you, sir." "No need." A cold aura radiated freely from his master's adonis face. Lion lowered his head, used to rejections like the one he had just received. "Is there any special report from the Amerald regarding the headquarters and subsidiary companies?" "Nothing, sir. Maybe in the next three days Amerald will send the report." Theo stopped sharpening. The knife that had increased in sharpness was folded and put into his pants pocket. His movements continued to the firearms, picking up a few and tucking them under his clothes. Theo was ready to take action, from the latest tracking, Bouldog's location was at a club night located towards the southwest. "Keep reminding Amerald, don't accept any cooperation without my permission." Lion stared at his face for a moment. Theo tem
"Say it quickly!" "I-I-" Charlotte stumbled at the sharp touch, whose coldness was debilitating. The man's casanova appearance masked the reality of how dangerous a bait Charlotte had underestimated. She did want Theo's hot body. But the pay wasn't worth the threat, Charlotte didn't expect Theo to backfire on her. "Don't be too hard on women. I know because of Magdalena... you generalize them all." The pressure of the knife in Theo's hand relaxed slightly when Sean's voice caught his attention. What kind of coincidence would Sean explain? The man's sudden arrival could not be said to be the same if not the plan of a passion. "Let Charlotte go, T. I told her to bait you, to prove whether or not you could be interested." Sean looked at the back that was still behind him. Until then, the charade would be Sean's life journey over anything directly related t
Repeated curses escaped Theo's lips as he continued to decry failure. His plan fell apart when he found a different face between Bouldog and the guest Charlotte had mentioned. Ignorance of the altered form scorched the opportunity to avenge Bouldog's heinous deeds, as if luck was indeed on the side of injustice. The man was free of the knife that had been prepared to pierce the flesh and its contents when Theo finally chose to leave, he did not want to make a fatal mistake. At least Theo had pocketed the photo file of 'Mr. Aledo' that was taken secretly. He would find out more, as well as ask Rose the confusion of identities inside her head, what had happened to cause so many puzzles to break down between events. Stupid! Why didn't he seek information from the original source yesterday. Theo jerked the steering wheel with a feeling of resentment, slamming the controls towards Rose's apartment. The night wasn't that late, he still ha
His search for Rose stopped right in the living room, Theo with a flat stare folded his arms in front of his chest. His lips were tight-lipped along with his intense focus on Rose, the way she was sleeping in a sitting position with a plate of pancakes resting on her thighs. "What a tease," Theo sighed in disgust. Moments later, his folds unraveled. Two things were attacking Theo this time, hunger from rumbling and thirst for a diminishing layer of defense. He couldn't resist any of the treats Rose's body had to offer. All of it. From head to toe, it's absolutely smoldering with desire. Theo wanted Rose to run her tongue over the curves of his body, not Charlotte. But Rose was a whiny slut who refused the pleasurable offer. He had to be patient until a contract between them could be drawn up and signed by Rose. Slowly... distance was pushed aside in favor of something that kept attacking him. Theo
Need something for the pain, but the killer is us. -Markus F- ________________________ A sobbing sound and a small hug brought Rose back to consciousness from a deep sleep. She tried to digest the situation that she didn't understand. What was wrong, why was she in a different place after falling asleep on the sofa. Someone moved her? Who? There was no one else in this residence except for her and Oracle. Rose had no history of Somnabulism or sleepwalking. How could she suddenly wake up with her body on the bed. Oracle .... Anxiety invaded her senses as she recalled the child's name. Where was he? Rose's movements were restrained as she tried to get up. She had been lost in thought for so long that she had forgotten her body was being held by small hands. "Hey, Oracle," Rose said frantically. Worry changed her position in an instant. "What's wrong?" she asked as she pulled Oracle's body into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Mommy." The apology that fell from Oracle's lip
"I want you. Now." Theo opened his mouth... his wet tongue began to wander wildly from the base of her shoulder to the inside of her neck. There was an audible gasp as Rose's harsh curse came out. That said, Theo likes the way Rose doesn't want him. "Give me all of that." By 'all' Theo meant whatever Rose could give him right now. All of it. Without exception. He wanted Rose for everything. "I'm totally need you, Sugar. I can't take it any longer, this desire is getting stronger." Theo's fingers slipped behind her back, about to unclasp her bra. However, his actions were blocked by the blessing of the master. "No way!" Rose firmly rejected the seduction in the form of a request. "Take it off!" she commanded as she jerked away Theo's touch. What a shameless man. Bastard! Looking for a big advantage, Rose raged inwardly. "Stop!" This time Rose switched to
In the middle of their respective activities. From outside, someone rang the apartment bell. Who is it? Rose's head was filled with questions and unfamiliar thoughts. She wasn't used to having visitors this early in the morning. If anything, it was just Marry dropping off snacks for Oracle. Was Rose supposed to open the door for whoever was out there? "Oracle, wait a minute, okay? Mommy wants to see who's here." Rose washed her soapy hands and turned to look at Oracle. "Okay, Mommy. Uncle T will keep me company here." Only a faint smile was given. The rest of the time Rose left the two in the kitchen. This time she made sure Theo wouldn't follow her at Oracle's request. Rose sighed. Reaching the front, she silently brought one eye to the doorway, trying to figure out who was waiting. "What the hell is he doing here!" growled Rose impatien
"Damn woman. How dare you play behind my back!" A thrown item almost hit the woman who was staggering in fear. Still in her nun's clothes, the woman's body was dirty and covered in bruises. Her long hair was disheveled. The woman grimaced with the corners of her lips trembling in fear. It was her fault that she was found in a state of no escape. The rage of a man was about to take her life. A man in a fit of rage is truly merciless. She endured every punishment, especially the way the cigarette flame touched the skin of her hands and feet. She just resigned herself unable to hold on to the resistance. It was all too late. Couldn't get rid of the savage, crazy and heartless old man. "Mercy, sir," she said softly, but explosions of rage overwhelmed the worn-out warehouse. She was helpless. Her long hair was pulled back to stare up at a face full of frowns and vicious streaks that went everywhere. Then a slap made the nun—clad woman turn away violently. "I apo
For the next few seconds, not a word was spoken. Theo's fingers were still doing their endless thing. More and more those hot lips began to nestle in the recesses of Rose's neck. Sometimes a small nibble on the earlobe would tempt Rose to let out a stifled moan. Rose had to remind Theo they had just had an emergency situation. His father probably hadn't left the mansion yet. And the man was already back to his perverted thoughts. "Theo, this isn't our room," Rose warned. It was enough to make Theo stop. The moment the ash bead turned towards Dara's large figurine, a mischievous grin simultaneously appeared offering Rose all kinds of alarm. She should have acted quickly before Theo did anything. Unfortunately Rose's movements were sluggish, spilling onto the bed first as Theo brought her to tussle under the thick blankets. One tug of a t-shirt on Rose's body slipped away. The rest of the clothes were just as easily tossed to the floor. Theo seems impatient to undo
"Damn old fart!" Zever's silence was short-lived. The next Theo was back in the picture. The man's anger was unusually explosive. He slashed at anyone nearby once, then lunged at Verasco mercilessly. A lunge that sent Verasco toppling backwards to hang from the second floor railing. "Great lord!" called Lion loudly. Everything had happened. Verasco's position was under great threat while Rose stared at Theo in disbelief. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Thankfully, Verasco was still able to defend himself. However, Theo's cold streak didn't exactly care as he waltzed away towards Dara's room. The last point Rose found her husband disappeared, then turned to where Lion was trying to pull Verasco's arm to crawl up. "Let me help," Rose said shakily, offering to help. She and Lion struggled together. Little by little, they dragged Verasco to get the right accuracy to place his feet between the holes. One or two counts of them strugglin
The first time she opened the door to the main room, Rose's eyes were fixed to the west, noticing Theo and Verasco facing each other along the second floor line. No wonder Verasco's voice was booming as he searched for Lion. The man who was also there, bowed down next to Theo's body and said absolutely nothing. Rose closed the frame quite carefully. Keeping her distance from her husband. She was grateful that Theo was still in control of the body, though not with Verasco who seemed to be growing increasingly displeased. Anger was thick in Verasco's gray bead. The worst part hurt in Rose's mind when the middle-aged man spoke up. Not knowing how Theo heard it, Rose took a step faster. "You ignorant bastard. You should have gotten out of my son's body!" Verasco said angrily again. Theo's defiant stance was relaxed in the face of his father, as if it didn't matter what Verasco said. However, Rose knew very well what Theo was like inside. She quickly grabbed one
"Miscarriage... again, Rose?" Theo's question was full of disappointment. Not wanting to get carried away made Rose immediately tighten her embrace, but it seemed like Theo had the full power to separate himself from her reach. The ash gaze was sharp, demanding Rose without a word being spoken. She didn't know what Theo was thinking as he silently stared at her. Rose hesitated, not brave enough to cup the hard clenching of her jaw. Was Theo angry? Was Theo going to lay the blame on her? Rose was still wondering... her lips slowly moved to say something. "Theo—" Rose's words were stuck in the back of her throat. She was staring at the eyes that were repeatedly blinking. Theo hissed like he was suppressing something. Theo's gaze changed frequently. One moment Rose seemed to find Zever there. Soon she knew Theo was playing his part. "Theo." Rose called softly. Hoping Theo would survive, then be lost by Zever's lingering presence. At first Rose was s
Sugar. A special call from one person for her. Rose blinked quickly just to fully digest the chaotic situation a few moments ago if Theo was really back. Breaking away slightly Rose scrutinized the ash bead deeply. There was another flash that set Zever and Theo's ways apart when the two men locked eyes. Theo was with her, and instantly the euphoria in Rose's chest exploded. She'd been waiting for moments like this, never letting go of the man she'd been with a second time. "You've gone too far!" said Rose almost inaudibly. She rushed in and hugged Theo tightly. Truly venting all the pent-up feelings that had almost perforated Rose's madness. What could Theo say now to calm Rose down. The hollow of Theo's neck became the target of Rose's longing—0sniffing activities, even though since yesterday she had met the same body. "You make me claustrophobic, Sugar." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly, but those arms also wrapped warmly around Rose's small b
It was quiet there without the usual Lion feeding the husky. Rose's steps came to a halt just as Esmeralda howled and yipped in greeting from inside the cage. For a moment Rose examined the small bowl in the corner. It looked like she'd made a mistake, because the feed was scattered from Esmeralda's meal. "Your Papa Lion just left, huh?" asked Rose, unlocking the cage and letting Esmeralda out. "Come here, Esme. I'll take you to meet your new husband." It wasn't hard for Rose to lead the husky to the main room. When she opened the door, Zever just happened to come out from behind the door. The towel wrapped around the man's hips was sexy with beads running down the surface of his chest, creeping up to the base of his stomach and disappearing behind the absorbent fabric. Rose's smile was briefly directed at Zever. She was paying too much attention to Esmeralda's portion of the reaction to realize Zever was having a panic attack, which brings on intense fear or anxie
Rose winced, wanting to stretch her entire spine. Her movements were restrained by the known position of resting one's face on the top of one's chest. Last night they hadn't slept like that, but Rose didn't want to worry about how the density of her and the man's little snores could be so perfect for each other. Rose slowly looked up to trace her husband's closed face. She wanted to guess who she might be addressing if those gray eyes were open. Would it be Theo, or Zever .... Rose wished Theo would show up, at least there were still many problems they had to solve together. Between the misunderstanding, which probably still made Theo think the man had killed her parents. And about tattoos to some empty puzzles that must be put together. Only Theo, because Rose was sure Zever had her doubts about him until the truth was that Zever didn't know anything about all the conflicts during Theo's takeover. Rose's fingers played carelessly over the surface of the chest stu
"Is he asleep?" muttered Rose as she entered the room, only to find Zever curled up on his side of the bed. Carefully Rose padded then crawled slowly upstairs. Approaching her husband who was either asleep or not. As Rose remembered Zever wearing thick and long clothes, her forehead knitted in wonder as the blanket was realized to be wrapped almost completely around the man's body. Rose also positioned herself sideways with one arm for support. Gradually her fingers reached out to touch Zever's forehead to make sure the man beside her was at a normal temperature. And it seemed that Zever was indeed fine, or Rose should have made sure that the man was shirtless. It wasn't Theo's habit to sleep without a single thread covering his upper body. Rose's short sigh brought the thick fabric halfway down Zever's legs. Her husband's clothes were intact. Perhaps it was one of Theo's contradictory forms. Rose really had to hold herself still. Her attention was suddenl