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"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
"Now you know everything, right? Come back to me, will you?" Sean continued half coaxingly. He thinned his lips as his hand stayed in the air. Rose refused to be touched, even though he had told a big lie. "If you're the one who saved me. How come I woke up in your mistress's place?" Rose was no fool who would believe without logical reasoning. Sean had lied before and it left her unconvinced. "It was because T hit me to get you away, as if he was a hero to you. You see this bruise?" Sean pointed at his own cheekbone. The bluish marks on his face had almost disappeared when he walked into the boxing ring, which he had come to after witnessing Theo's success in getting Rose away from the Humber River area that time. "He hit you, but you made no extra effort in preventing him from taking me away. Well done Sean, I'm proud of you. And don't think I want to come back, we're done. There's no way I'm giving
"Mommy!" The Oracle's exclamation was the reason for Rose's distraction. She quickly rubbed her rough face, watching intently as Oracle's footsteps drew closer. Rose frowned. Slightly surprised at Oracle's fresh appearance. Her mind wandered as she noticed something also different about Theo. The man's hair was wet and a few strands had fallen down, truly sexy and seductive. "Oracle took a bath, Mommy," reported the little one who was now in front of Rose, looking so excited and happy. "Who's taking a bath? Why don't you wait, mommy said it would only take a minute," asked Rose as she knelt down, leveling her height with Oracle. "Take a bath with Uncle T. We're going for a walk. Is that okay?" Rose raised one eyebrow in displeasure. "No, Oracle. You can't go out with people you don't really know." Just knowing the name wasn't enough-Theo was still a stranger to her. "Bu
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
Rose never looked away from the sleeping face in front of her. Theo had said he wanted to sleep, and he did just that after their intimacy ended. The intimacy while Theo was awake was exciting, but what was unforgettable was that Theo held Rose almost tightly, never once releasing the embrace until all Rose could do was stay still. Occasionally she would have to wail at Dara's figurine. Rose imagined how if Dara hadn't had such a bad experience, maybe she would have seen what a happy man her husband was without having to carry guilt for almost the rest of his life. Rose understands that Theo might be carrying all the wounds, especially Verasco's denial of his existence. And it was Theo who had to bear every bit of pain that Zever should have. Rose had already found the answer to the very first question posed to Theo. She had once hurt the palm that now often caressed her, when she lost Oracle and caused Theo to come face to face with Bouldog. Rose questioned why Theo didn't sh
"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