"Why come out wearing this damn cloth?" Theo looked down to watch Rose's face closely. "You want to bait me?" he asked, at the same time making sure that he could actually go back to Italy without taking Rose along, which would probably be difficult. But he would try.
Theo hissed as he tightened his arms around Rose. "You've got me hooked, Sugar. We can make love for a while here. How about it?" "Don't you dare!" A sharp gasp was the main reaction after hearing that ridiculous invitation. Rose quickly rebelled, separating herself from the reach of Theo who was staring at her. "Your brain is not right. What you did to me earlier still hurts. Now you're asking me to do it again!" Rose highlighted Theo's suddenly unreadable change in expression. Either showing dislike, or distrust. Let it go, Rose didn't really care. She just wanted the folder back. "Move aside." Passing by Theo who was still standing, RoseOften they never realize what makes feelings bloom. Often they never know what makes time ecounters melt amidst the intake of happiness. Often they never understand what it means to be taken away when it spills out. The heart has been so frozen. The valley still locks the agony in the soul. The sound of moaning, the agonized wailing of selfishness that rejects reality - there is something wrong with both of their feelings. It should not be too fast to just drop ambition. Not too slow to come to resemble emission. The universe already has a way of bringing different individuals together. It's just how time works as it should. Whether Rose or Theo, they forgot to honor a meeting. And when the laws of nature begin to speak. Distance is the real whip. Let later, each and every one of them miss each other. Let later, one and one want to meet. Here, let's start with the one who is leaving. "Don't kee
Rose slowly untied the shackles. Her eyes rounded at what lay before her. A chimney-shaped pipe burst free, splashing green viscous liquid with such force that her face was wet beyond recognition. "Theo!" screeched Rose in exasperation. She threw the box on her lap roughly. Rubbing her face, she clears her vision to see something different-two hidden objects scattered out, one black and folded, the other sealed with a fiery red hue. Rose got up, not approaching the two tantalizing things. She left briefly to clean up and change clothes. Returning from the repetitive activity of touching the water at night. Rose hesitantly flopped softly on the floor. Her arm stretched out to grab a familiar folded object - a wallet she had been holding, complete with thick bills inside. What had Theo given her the wallet for? Rose shook her head vaguely, then moved on to another gift. Sh
The corners of Sean's lips lifted, his sardonic smile never leaving. He was satisfied, very satisfied indeed. Sean didn't have to worry about anything anymore. It was just a matter of waiting to see how it would turn out and how he would make the still-in-progress upload a big news story. Damn. Sean never thought his plan would be this complicated. The arrogant arch that he spread was forced to fade when an error appeared on the monitor screen '501 Not Implemented'. It is a status code issued by the server in response to a client (website user/user) request. Where the server (file hosting) does not function or does not have the ability to recognize requests sent by users, so the server cannot fulfill client requests. "Asshole. That damn bastard!" Sean swore harshly, not wanting to fail in the middle of the breaking point. He quickly went the other way, uploading the same video on a dif
Punishment for the mistake of watching Rose's body was on the horizon. Lion would not go unpunished, even if he finally told the truth. Whatever it was, consequences were consequences. Rose's body belonged to him. Only Theo could strip Rose naked by sight and touch. "Quickly get the knife and other necessities. I want you to slice all these onions to the same size. Not too thin, let alone too thick." Theo leaned in front of the pantry, watching Lion's every move on the bar counter, doing the job he was given. Occasionally Lion seemed to wipe his eyes. Sometimes the action lasted a long time. It made Theo sick to look at him. "I didn't ask you to stop." "Sorry, sir. I can't open my eyes." Lion tried for the umpteenth time, but the pain spontaneously closed the eyelids that were forced wide. The water in the corners of the eyes even melted a little. Lion could not help it. He woul
"Shut up!" Theo's patience ran out at Magdalena's string of words. His gaze was filled with a desire to kill ever since the woman's insults. "Watch your damn mouth. I won't hesitate to sew it up once you insult Dara again." Theo lifted a leg to approach Magdalena who was glaring fearfully at him. The glare that Theo gave her was like nothing Magdalena had ever experienced. The man had really become a different person during the time they had never met. Magdalena seemed to be frozen after noticing the coldness in the gray eyes that had once drowned her so deeply. How could Magdalena break the ice there? She herself did not know how to fight for something she had lost, when what she had lost did not want to be fought for. "T." Magdalena carefully stepped back. She was not fully recovered. But when she heard Theo was returning to Italy. She was excited, despite the painful outcome
Two weeks without Theo, her life was completely free. She was like a bird flying in the night, soaring through all the things she wanted to do. Most importantly, she could focus on her original goal of becoming a prostitute. Rose readied herself, adding makeup and tidying up her previous appearance. The routine, which had been put on hold, had continued since the first day Theo left. In fact, this time she deliberately asked Aiden to provide three clients at once, in order to fill the neglected search. Picking herself up in front of the mirror for the last time. Through her work, Rose promised that she would soon find one of the members of the clan with the black cross skull tattoo in order to find out who was behind her parents' death. She strode impatiently towards the VVIP room. Still hoping for a miracle to hold her close. Although she knew, it was difficult to carry out a mission that had failed to be controlled f
"Damn it!" cursed Theo as he rubbed his rough face after closing the door to his office. He walked towards the desk that was no longer as neat as it was before his anger peaked. Mixed emotions didn't mean Theo could ignore his previous to-do list. He had to check every financial entry and exit from his several credit cards. One by one, he checked the mobile banking of credit cards used for business and other purposes without any problems. Theo switched to checking his personal credit card mobile banking. His choice went to the account mutation column, reading the details available. Theo's forehead furrowed as he realized something was wrong. There was the same amount added on the same date, after he had transferred ten thousand dollars and five times that amount for the second service on the night when Theo went to Rose's workpla
Minutes after Rose had waited in the room, she finally sensed the arrival of another person. The man, the second client, seemed to step towards her while undoing the top two buttons of the polo shirt or collared shirt that was still attached to the body. Without saying anything the man sat on the edge of the bed, right next to Rose. The scent of his body and the chiseled European accent on his face really reminded Rose of someone. Rose's chest tingled a little just remembering the name she hadn't heard in a long time. How's that bastard doing? She asked herself. She wasn't. Rose shook her head vaguely. Why would she think about a man's condition, who clearly couldn't have done the same thing. "Shall we begin, sir?" asked Rose as she tied her hair back. "Of course. Do it for fast. Tomorrow I need to go back to my country." The client by the name of George pu
"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