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"You hurt me, you fucking whore!" George pushed Rose's body away. He rose to his feet, towering over her with a haughty glare. "Is this what a high-priced whore looks like?" asked George sarcastically, then squatted down so close to Rose. His own, freed, was left hanging. "How can the owner of a nightclub here entrust the satisfaction of customers to a woman who only has a pretty face, but her skills are those of an amateur?" George grabbed Rose's jaw roughly. His lips snarled in annoyance when the woman he thought he could dominate put up a fight, shaking off his grip with a single squeeze. "Fucking bitch!" "How dare you fight me!" Rose stared at George's angry look without hesitation. The snarl had absolutely no effect whatsoever on the courage she possessed. Rose was not a weak woman, nor would she allow herself to be bullied by the haughty attitude of a man
What is our love never went away? ________________________ "After this I will keep a close eye on you guys. The company's statistics must increase, at least stabilize without decline." "And you, James, I will not hesitate to fire you, if you once again fail to improve the company's finances." "Yes, sir. I will work harder." "Good. Now you may leave." The managers in each division bowed, walking away after facing Theo's fiery anger. Each of them had been assigned the additional task of evaluating and re-planning their divisions. Theo read their retreating movements, waited for the meeting room door to close, and then his attention turned to Amerald who stood by doing nothing. "Now pack up your things from here." "You're being transferred to a branch company as head of human resources."
"Rose." Aiden's voice pulled Rose back to reality. The woman blinked. Then smiled slightly in response. "What is it, Aiden?" asked Rose curiously. "What are you going to do now that you know where George came from?" "Nothing. You heard earlier, I said I was just curious," Rose lied. She changed her position to a sitting position, noticing Aiden's body gestures moving unusually. "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing. By the way, you're going to be off for a while. I'm giving you permission not to work until you're fully recovered." The tone of voice did not want to be contradicted making Rose nodded hesitantly. She had a dilemma, whether to keep working or not. Her first search was over, so why would she serve men? "Rose," called Aiden once more, he swallowed harshly as he watched the beautiful face that looked so pale.
Aiden sighed wearily. "You're thinking too far, Rose." Then he clucked in displeasure, simultaneously giving Rose a pitying look "Wait here. Don't do anything. I'll go find a doctor." Rose buried her face in her arms, which rested on her knees as Aiden left her alone in the infirmary. She wept bitterly at the thought of a fate that shackled her in misery. How could Theo leave her flesh and blood as a parting gift? What should Rose do when she herself was so consumed with anguish? Should she reach out, looking for the true father who had planted the seed, until it grew into a baby? She didn't. Rose pressed her face deeper. There was no way that could happen. She was sure Theo would be prejudiced, calling her a cheap whore who came begging for money. No, he wouldn't. Rose wouldn't let any insults be
"Dad was waiting for you from earlier, and here you are. All day in bed, not going to work and doing nothing. Why are you being lazy, Zever?" Theo buried his face deeper into the bolster he was hugging tightly. Verasco's string of sentences added weight, making the dizziness spread further in his head. Verasco was wrong. Not a day, but half a day at the office with a condition that never improved, forcing Theo to return to the mansion without doing any work, other than staying on the bed and hoping the nausea would go away soon. He wanted to neutralize himself by trying to sleep. However, the symptoms that attacked him and the feelings that thrashed him a few days ago couldn't stop tempting him to stay awake. Theo missed Rose. He really did. Rose's scent, body and voice far away almost drove him crazy. Moreover, Verasco's sudden arrival seemed to take al
The reflection of the body in front of the mirror showed a great revelation. There was a small creature, which had grown long enough to become a part of her body and life. Rose smiled briefly as the strokes on her flat stomach created a warm sensation. She took a deep breath, slowly coming to terms with her chaotic state, though she never expected to be caring for her flesh and blood alone. Rose had thought she really had the same fate as Bridgette, who had to endure pain. Searching for direction so desperately, and unable to control her feelings of devastation and disappointment. They should have been different. Rose convinced herself not to fall into the trap of wanting to end her life. Bridgette's screams when she found out the truth - she was pregnant from Xelle's rape, still lingered in Rose's mind. she didn't want it to end with her. It was enough that in the hospital she acted like a fo
The one month that Rose had promised, was almost at the end of the day. Sooner or later, no matter what, Rose would have to convince the Oracle of one fact, which he had rejected for the countless number of times as untrue. For a moment Rose was stunned. Not a little she felt... when Oracle was with her, another threat would come to trap the child in an unpleasant situation. She really did. Rose was afraid that something would happen again. It was enough that once and for all she had encountered a painful incident, where Oracle was held hostage. The rest of the time Rose didn't want it to happen again, let alone for her to act recklessly towards others just because Oracle was out of her reach. Theo... the man who was the victim of the rampage. Long time no see Rose was sure the stab wound she gave the man had healed far from anything.
Three weeks of letting ego triumph over longing was like forcing Theo to fall to the bottom of a cliff-there were so many bushes wrapped around him that he couldn't fight back. Theo sat motionless in front of his laptop. Day after day, he could only monitor Rose's movements from the hacked CCTV. The soundless video presented in front of him, sometimes haunted Theo to do one thing - go and meet her, even though it never happened. He still waited for Rose to call him, just to hear the tenderness that had become his addiction. Still waiting, no matter how easy it was for him to hack into Rose's cell phone, just to water a little bit of the dryness in his heart. Still faithfully waiting, no matter if his patience was fruitless. The woman who was so expected never lived up to expectations. Everything was beyond reason. Supposedly, having come this far, what else did Theo hold on to from his
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