"I got you."
Rose pulled herself back after getting something, which rarely ended up as an opportunity for her. Making Theo the object of a picture. That was definitely an impossibility when Theo was in a state of alert. The 'kitty pa' T-shirt, which fit perfectly on the body, seemed to match the striking expression, which was unfortunately still so handsome. Rose's smile widened in satisfaction. Theo's face seemed to be filled with vengeance as he looked at her. "Delete the picture, Sugar!" "No. No, no, no. I didn't. In your dreams," Rose replied half-mockingly. She took a quick look at her phone. A rare picture of Theo, she didn't know where to put it. Rose wasn't sure it would last long if she left it buried in the gallery. Spreading it to one of her social media accounts might not be a bad idea. "Delete the photo!" A tone full of warning would not have been able to criticize Rose. Rat"It's late, Sugar. Hurry up and go to bed." "Later," Rose said indifferently. In the midst of the dim bedroom light and the glow of her cell phone on her face. She wrote down the same email address and password repeatedly. The result was nil. Rose could not log back into her instag*am account after being automatically logged out, which was the first time she had experienced login problems. Rose sighed. In an instant, she was in a bad mood, just changing her body position. All she could do was sit pensively, regretting that the account had vanished into thin air. She had tried hard, but the reality before her made her feel sick. If Theo wasn't beside her, maybe Rose would have cried a little more about it. "What were you thinking, Sugar? Sleep!" There was no answer. Rose had no intention of replying or saying a single word. Her account could go back to normal, that's what she wanted. However, for thi
Milan, Italy. . . . It was a night of self-doubt for Rose as she stood next to a handsome man in a black tuxedo. The masculine scent became more and more pronounced as the large fingers touched the surface of her skin. Still overcome by tension, Rose could only steady herself staring straight ahead. The backless dress with small straps crossing the back gave a seductive impression, especially the beige color that seemed to blend with her white skin. The back of the seat began to warm up. Not knowing why Rose felt that the car Theo was driving was moving so slowly. Perhaps she was too haunted by fear, so waiting for the clock to turn seemed like something she shouldn't do. "Look at me, Sugar." Theo's words interrupted Rose's reverie. "Looks like your mind's not at ease." The man was still trying to bring Rose back to reality. Th
Rose found nothing else but shock in Theo's ash bead as the man directly heard his name being called by someone, who had been likening himself to a different man-Zever. However, it was only for a moment. The rest of the time Theo acted nonchalantly, as if Verasco's anger didn't matter. "I don't know what you're so upset about. But I was invited here for dinner. So let me and my wife enjoy the meal in front of us first." If only Theo could have made the other purpose of his visit clear in front of Rose. The woman beside Mr. Alejandro might not have looked at him so expectantly. Theo turned to Rose's side. "Are you okay, Sugar?" he asked softly. Knowing full well the effects of Verasco's earlier actions. Rose's face was pale. It was true. And when he touched Rose's fingers squeezing the thin fabric on the woman's own body. The warmth that was once there, became unexpectedly cold. One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. Verasco w
Rose's breath caught. But it wasn't that easy for Mr. Alejandro to take control. Theo didn't let it go completely, in fact one second that passed was the longest time the desert eagle in Mr. Alejandro's grasp threatened Rose's safety. Because at the same time Theo also rose to his feet, jerking the weapon in the old man's hand with incalculable speed. Not before Mr. Alejandro had pressed the trigger. The fruit of Theo's skill managed to pull out the extended magazine from the desert eagle algae, where the extra rounds were buried. "You let me get to close." Theo growled sarcastically. Mr. Alejandro's extended magazine was now in the grip of his hand. The aura he possessed changed considerably. His face was cold. Moreover, his glare was too deadly. "You can take your daughter away from here, or this thing will hurt her. Oh, don't dream that I'll become a part of you. It'll never work." All of Theo's insults, complete and total, stirred
"Yes. It's me." "How could you-" "I'm here at your father's bidding. Just came out after thinking you guys had left." There was a pause, which made Rose wait a while. She tried not to be distracted by the conversation of the two people out there. The woman's voice was unfamiliar, but Rose felt this was a good opportunity to take her mind off it. "How did my father find out about you." "This is all about Sean. Mr. Witson, I mean... your dad, needs me to bring him home." Still with the same pause. For some reason Rose found Theo's responses always took longer than the woman she knew named Charlotte. She shouldn't have forgotten, Theo was a thinker who wouldn't just blurt out a sentence. "So, Sean, is he here?" Rose didn't hear Charlotte's re
"Marrying a prostitute? You're not fucking kidding me, are you?" The judgmental question greeted Theo as he stepped into Verasco's personal space. Feeling strange, Theo gazes around the room-realizing that Verasco has arrived earlier than him by the slimmest of margins. One of Theo's eyebrows rose high. This meant that Verasco still had time to do something else, before rushing in and sitting on his oversized chair as if he had been waiting for him for centuries. "Where have you been?" Instead of answering Verasco's sentence. Theo leaned in closer and bombarded his father with questions. "We're not talking about me. We're talking about you." Verasco stood up, taking a position staring out the window. "Divorced Magdalena, then married a Canadian prostitute. Are you crazy, or what?" A sharp comparison... Theo didn't need to ask any more questions about something he already understo
Rose had no idea what Theo was thinking. The man was both cold and caring. He looked angry, but not really. Theo was right. Maybe they should leave the place with those sickening realities. "You haven't told me how you became so fluent in French?" Rose asked as the car began to drive onto the main road. "Sean's mother... I was with her. She was my nanny and taught me some French words." That name again. Rose recalled Theo's conversation with Charlotte at the bathroom door. She was quite disturbed, though she tried not to be. "Who is that woman. I mean... the woman who cares deeply for Sean?" asked Rose cautiously. Still with her attention on Theo and the focus the man had. "Which woman?" "The one who secretly kissed my husband's face." One of Theo's eyebrows shot up. Immediately, his expression turned f
Theo pulled off the earphones and turned off the sound connection from Verasco. His breath caught in his throat as he glanced at the surveillance camera with emotions tugging at his common sense. This is called war. Fighting yourself until you reach the final decision. Theo's fingers clenched into tight fists. With a single blow the camera lens cracked. He pulled the whole thing off. Tore out the remaining wires, then without saying anything pulled out the firearm and handed it to Rose. "Hold this, Rose. You have 25 minutes to get as far away from here as you can. You can go into the forest, hide until things calm down." Theo stopped his sentence for a moment. He turned around, grabbing something from the back seat. A bouquet of red roses had been prepared, but Theo forgot to give it to Rose - thinking it would be a good time. "What exactly is going on, Theo? You always speak your language. Who was on the phone?" asked Rose as she rece
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
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
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
"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
"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