Ryan kisses her lips making every hair on her body stand. The way his lips move with her just makes her lose her mind. His hands start roaming around her naked body causing a shiver run down her spine she feels his fingertips graze her erected right nipple. Her hands go up to the back of his head and she tugs his hair moaning, letting his warm tongue get in her mouth. His tongue is roughly fighting with hers, making her lose against him. His tongue explores every inch of her mouth, soon both their tongues dance with each other in perfect sync. She puts her hands on his chest and feels his rock hard body. He slowly nibbles on her lower lip, taking it in between his teeth.
She moans at the sensation, it feels new and it feels good. She starts taking off his wet shirt and throws it on the floor. Ryan leaves her mouth and kisses the corner of it and goes down sucking and occasionally biting on her jaw and neck. "Oh god!" She moans feeling his tongue roll circles on the napeA month passed away since Ryan and she has been together. He treats her so good, she has never been this happy in her life. He makes her happy, takes care of her. Loves her truthfully, above of all respects her. Despite of her past, he respects her, which makes her fall in love with him even more each day.But it's been hard lately for Rosie, to watch Ryan struggle to find a good job that would help him run both of their expenses smoothly. She sees him everyday come back home exhausted, tired of fighting for them all alone. It's all her fault she knows, because wherever he goes for a job interview. As soon as they find out he used to work for Alex Anderson, they decline him. No matter how perfect he is for that job it doesn't matter. This is all Alex Anderson’s way of getting back at them. Showing them the amount of his power, showing them what he can do to them. She hates to see Ryan fail like this; she doesn’t want him to face all of this for her.
The television on the background keeps her connected to reality. Tears from her eyes keeps on falling while she brushes her long hair, things she once loved to do is making her nausea now. Getting ready exactly how he liked was her favorite thing to do. Now all she wants is to end this; end this for eternity and free both her and Ryan.“Business tycoon Alex Anderson got in a car collision in 56th Avenue. The car was severely damaged and so was he.” The new reporter reads the hot news which causes Rosie to look back at the tv. She drops the comb from her hand and runs towards the tv and falls on the knees in front of it and starts reading the news flash. Tears starts trickling down her cheeks realizing how severe the car crash was. She quickly wipes her tears off and gets up on her feet, she grabs a trench coat from her closet and takes her cell phone and runs out of the apartment. She grabs a taxi and tells him to drive to the city hospital
The morning is dark and gloomy, Rosie couldn’t sleep at all. Her mind kept running back to the thought of Alex; how is he doing is the only question running through her mind. Ryan left for work not even paying a mind to her existence in the house. A part of her knows how wrong she is doing him, but she can’t help but think of Alex.With her coffee cup in her hand she sits in front of the TV switching through channels, waiting to get some sort of update on his condition but there’s none. It’s getting really hard for her to not just run to the hospital and just for once see him, touch him, feel him and be there for him in this battle he is fighting with life and death.Suddenly her phone rings, she quickly gets off the couch managing to spill coffee all over the carpet. Without giving it any care she runs inside the bedroom and grabs her phone and picks it up. “Hello!” She breathes heavily trying to calm down. “Hell
There’s a void surrounding the entire apartment, Ryan is still sitting on the couch with all the lights still off. He has been waiting for Rosie to come back home, it’s been like for a few days. Whenever he comes back home he finds an empty apartment. At times the insecurities creep in, all the thoughts of her not even caring for her, did she ever care for him or was all he was to her was a quick stop before she made up her mind. He knows he is nothing compared to Alex, he has it all but he loved her Alex did not, he never will. The rattling of the door pulls him out of his thoughts and looks at the direction of the door and sees Rosie enter. She looks exhausted, her face looks dull and she had a bruised right cheek. Ryan slowly stands up and walks to her and stops her before she could enter the bedroom. “Welcome home.” He pulls her to his chest and holds her in his embrace but she doesn’t hold her back, she just stands there like a dead person. “Rosie, this is not love.” He
Rosie sat by the window, watching the sunlight filter through the heavy drapes. It’s been three years since everything crumbled. Rosie had seen hell with every second that had passed But love, as she had learned, could be a double-edged sword."Rosie!" Alex's voice echoed through the halls, sharp and demanding. The sound made her flinch, a reflex born from months of enduring his outbursts. She quickly rose from her seat and made her way to the study, where Alex spent most of his days.He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with papers and remnants of his past life. His eyes, once bright with ambition, were now clouded with bitterness. The accident had stolen more than just his mobility; it had taken his identity, leaving him a shadow of the man he used to be."Yes, Alex?" Rosie asked, her voice gentle but weary."Where's my medication? You know I need it by noon," he snapped, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair with white-knuckled intensity.Rosie no
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the mansion, casting a muted glow over the room. Rosie stirred from a fitful sleep, her body aching from the tension she carried. She knew Alex would be awake soon, and the day's routine would begin anew. She took a deep breath, willing herself to find the strength to face him.In the kitchen, Rosie prepared breakfast with practiced efficiency. As she arranged the food on a tray, she heard the faint sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching. She turned to see him entering the room, his face set in a familiar mask of frustration and impatience."Good morning," she greeted him, forcing a smile.Alex barely acknowledged her, his eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze. "Is that all you made? You know I need more than this," he grumbled."I'm sorry, Alex. I'll get you more," Rosie replied quickly, adding extra portions to the tray. She placed it before him, her hands trembling slightly.As he ate, Rosie watched him, her heart aching wit
Rosie returned to the mansion with a sense of determination she hadn’t felt in months. She needed to find balance in her life and address Alex's treatment of her, but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. As she approached the front door, she heard the low rumble of an engine and turned to see Ryan, parking the sleek black car in the driveway.Unlike the other staff who had left after Alex's accident, Ryan stayed, not just out of loyalty, but also because of a growing affection for Rosie."Hey, Rosie," Ryan called out as he stepped out of the car. "Everything okay?"She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "Hi, Ryan. Just got back from town."Ryan studied her face, his expression softening with concern. "You look like you could use a break. Want to take a walk around the grounds with me? Clear your head a bit?"Rosie hesitated, glancing back at the house where Alex awaited. But the idea of a brief escape, even within the estate's confines, was too tempting to resis
Days turned into weeks, and while Alex's attempts to change were inconsistent, there were moments of progress. Rosie clung to these glimpses of improvement, hoping they were signs of a better future. Ryan continued to be her rock, offering quiet support and gentle encouragement whenever she needed it.One rainy afternoon, Rosie was in the library, organizing the bookshelves. She found solace in the quiet room, the scent of old books providing a comforting distraction from the tension that still lingered in the house. As she worked, she heard the familiar sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching."Rosie?" he called out, his voice softer than usual."I'm here," she replied, turning to face him.Alex wheeled himself into the room, his expression unreadable. "I wanted to apologize for the other day. I know I’ve been... difficult."Rosie nodded, her heart softening. "I appreciate that, Alex. I know this isn't easy for you."He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just feel so useless sometimes. A
The months following Rosie and Alex’s tentative reconciliation were marked by cautious optimism. Alex continued his therapy, both physical and psychological, and the changes in him were undeniable. He was becoming a better version of himself, the man Rosie had fallen in love with but never truly known.Rosie, too, was healing. Her relationship with Ryan grew stronger, though they kept it platonic out of respect for the complex emotions involved. She spent time at the mansion with Alex, helping him through his rehabilitation while maintaining her life at the cottage with Ryan.One evening, Rosie found herself at the mansion, sitting across from Alex in the study. The room, once filled with tension and resentment, now felt different—warmer, more hopeful."Rosie," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About everything we’ve been through."Rosie nodded, her heart pounding. "And what have you concluded?""I want to make things right," Alex said,
Rosie and Ryan's departure left a palpable emptiness in the mansion. The echo of their absence hung in the air, a constant reminder to Alex of his crumbling world. Alone in his study, Alex stared out the window, his mind a tumult of anger, regret, and a desperate longing to change.He knew he had pushed Rosie too far, driven by his insecurities and fear of losing her. Now, he was left with the wreckage of his own making, but amidst the desolation, a small flicker of resolve began to take root.Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself grappling with his emotions in solitude. He attended his physical therapy sessions with a renewed determination, driven not just by the desire to regain his strength but by the need to prove to himself and to Rosie that he could change.Dr. Emily Hart noticed the shift in Alex's demeanor during their sessions. He was less hostile, more focused, and increasingly open to her guidance. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one morning, as he completed a
Despite the fragile truce, tensions continued to simmer beneath the surface. Alex’s efforts to change were genuine, but his jealousy and insecurities often got the better of him, leading to explosive outbursts that left Rosie emotionally drained.One evening, as Rosie was preparing dinner, Alex rolled into the kitchen, his face set in a grim expression. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight."Okay," Rosie replied, setting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. "What’s on your mind?"Alex wheeled himself closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "I’ve been thinking about what you and Ryan said. About me needing to change.""And?" Rosie asked, her heart pounding in her chest."And I think I need help. Professional help," Alex admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t do this on my own."Rosie’s eyes filled with tears of relief. "Thank you, Alex. That’s a huge step.""But there’s something else," Alex continued, his expression hardening. "I don’t trust Ryan. I don’t like the way h
Rosie stood by Alex’s side, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in her stomach. She knew their journey to healing would be fraught with setbacks, but she didn’t anticipate how quickly things would spiral out of control.The following week started off well enough. Alex made a genuine effort to be more considerate, attending his therapy sessions without complaint and even sharing a few moments of tenderness with Rosie. But the shadow of his past behavior loomed large, and the slightest frustration would trigger his old temper.One afternoon, as Rosie was helping Alex with his exercises, he grew increasingly frustrated with his limitations. His anger boiled over when he failed to complete a particularly challenging movement."Damn it, Rosie!" he yelled, pushing her away. "I can’t do this! I’m useless!"Rosie stumbled back, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. "Alex, it's okay. You’re making progress. We just need to keep trying.""Progress?" Alex
Days turned into weeks, and while Alex's attempts to change were inconsistent, there were moments of progress. Rosie clung to these glimpses of improvement, hoping they were signs of a better future. Ryan continued to be her rock, offering quiet support and gentle encouragement whenever she needed it.One rainy afternoon, Rosie was in the library, organizing the bookshelves. She found solace in the quiet room, the scent of old books providing a comforting distraction from the tension that still lingered in the house. As she worked, she heard the familiar sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching."Rosie?" he called out, his voice softer than usual."I'm here," she replied, turning to face him.Alex wheeled himself into the room, his expression unreadable. "I wanted to apologize for the other day. I know I’ve been... difficult."Rosie nodded, her heart softening. "I appreciate that, Alex. I know this isn't easy for you."He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just feel so useless sometimes. A
Rosie returned to the mansion with a sense of determination she hadn’t felt in months. She needed to find balance in her life and address Alex's treatment of her, but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. As she approached the front door, she heard the low rumble of an engine and turned to see Ryan, parking the sleek black car in the driveway.Unlike the other staff who had left after Alex's accident, Ryan stayed, not just out of loyalty, but also because of a growing affection for Rosie."Hey, Rosie," Ryan called out as he stepped out of the car. "Everything okay?"She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "Hi, Ryan. Just got back from town."Ryan studied her face, his expression softening with concern. "You look like you could use a break. Want to take a walk around the grounds with me? Clear your head a bit?"Rosie hesitated, glancing back at the house where Alex awaited. But the idea of a brief escape, even within the estate's confines, was too tempting to resis
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the mansion, casting a muted glow over the room. Rosie stirred from a fitful sleep, her body aching from the tension she carried. She knew Alex would be awake soon, and the day's routine would begin anew. She took a deep breath, willing herself to find the strength to face him.In the kitchen, Rosie prepared breakfast with practiced efficiency. As she arranged the food on a tray, she heard the faint sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching. She turned to see him entering the room, his face set in a familiar mask of frustration and impatience."Good morning," she greeted him, forcing a smile.Alex barely acknowledged her, his eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze. "Is that all you made? You know I need more than this," he grumbled."I'm sorry, Alex. I'll get you more," Rosie replied quickly, adding extra portions to the tray. She placed it before him, her hands trembling slightly.As he ate, Rosie watched him, her heart aching wit
Rosie sat by the window, watching the sunlight filter through the heavy drapes. It’s been three years since everything crumbled. Rosie had seen hell with every second that had passed But love, as she had learned, could be a double-edged sword."Rosie!" Alex's voice echoed through the halls, sharp and demanding. The sound made her flinch, a reflex born from months of enduring his outbursts. She quickly rose from her seat and made her way to the study, where Alex spent most of his days.He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with papers and remnants of his past life. His eyes, once bright with ambition, were now clouded with bitterness. The accident had stolen more than just his mobility; it had taken his identity, leaving him a shadow of the man he used to be."Yes, Alex?" Rosie asked, her voice gentle but weary."Where's my medication? You know I need it by noon," he snapped, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair with white-knuckled intensity.Rosie no
There’s a void surrounding the entire apartment, Ryan is still sitting on the couch with all the lights still off. He has been waiting for Rosie to come back home, it’s been like for a few days. Whenever he comes back home he finds an empty apartment. At times the insecurities creep in, all the thoughts of her not even caring for her, did she ever care for him or was all he was to her was a quick stop before she made up her mind. He knows he is nothing compared to Alex, he has it all but he loved her Alex did not, he never will. The rattling of the door pulls him out of his thoughts and looks at the direction of the door and sees Rosie enter. She looks exhausted, her face looks dull and she had a bruised right cheek. Ryan slowly stands up and walks to her and stops her before she could enter the bedroom. “Welcome home.” He pulls her to his chest and holds her in his embrace but she doesn’t hold her back, she just stands there like a dead person. “Rosie, this is not love.” He