Rosie doesn’t know what to say to him, a part of her knows that it’s lying; she needs to come clean to him before Alex says something. That will just make her look bad in his eyes. "What do you mean?" She looks at him. "You and Alex, you guys know each other?" He asks sitting down on the bed. She stares at him not knowing what to say to him. Did Alex tell him about them? Why is he all of sudden asking her this? "I just felt a weird energy in between you two that's why I asked." He adds lighting a cigarette. She looks away from him as he blows the smoke in the air. He only smokes when he's thinking something. And she knows exactly what he is thinking. Should she tell him? She f
Rosie comes back to her senses and slowly moves her face to the side sobbing loudly. He chuckles seeing her and slowly holds her face and makes her look at him."Please don't I don't want this anymore." She chokes out looking at him.He caresses her face with his index finger and slowly brushes off the tears."I suddenly feel more possessive towards you; I can't see someone else touch you." He whispers leaning to her and kisses her temple resting his forehead on it."I can't be your toy anymore please, I beg you it hurts when you treat me that way. When you ignored me like I don't exist sometimes it feels like I really don't exist." She says closing her eyes, melting to his touch.He says nothing and cups her face and kisses the side of her right eye and goes down to her lips and kisses it's corner.
She got in a cab and headed towards Jake’s apartment. She doesn’t know what he is going to say. Her mind keeps on running off to him; his face, how hurt he looked. She did him wrong, she should have told him everything beforehand. A part of her is scared just thinking what his reaction will be. This is it; she needs to face it no matter what. There’s no running away from it anymore.The cab stops in front of his apartment building, she sits in silence in the cab for a while and she looks at the building from inside the cab it looks all dark and gloomy. Is it just her imagination or is it her guilt that is showing her these things. She pays the cab driver and gets in the building apartment. She gets in the apartment using the key she has and slowly looks around for Jake. Her eyes fall on his figure; he is sitting on the couch with his eyes locked on the tv sc
She runs out of the room as fast her legs can run, she doesn’t wait for the elevator she runs down the stairs and keeps on running. Pushing open the exit door she rushes out and falls on the pavement crying out loud. Ryan sees her and rushes to her, he has never seen her broken.She pushes his hands off herself as he tries to hold her and stands up wiping her face. He feels hurt but he lets none of it show on his face. He stops himself from going near to her and steps back. Rosie keeps sitting there while crying out loud feeling her whole body shakes up. Her he
Whispers and voices coming from outside of her room wake her up, two male voices talking to each other. She keeps on lying on the bed trying to hear what they are talking about.
He pushes her further into the wall still keeping their mouths connected. He lets her hand go and puts both his hands under her butt and hikes her up from the floor. She wraps her legs around his waist and holds onto his shoulders kissing him back. "You are so stubborn." He says in between the kiss. "And y
She stares at him as he softly snores while laying his head on her chest
Something comes upon her and she storms out of the bedroom and stops in front of Ryan, still in her half-dressed state. "Listen I know what you want from me." She starts talking out of context. "And what is it that you think I want from you?" He asks as her question
Time went by, the window glasses became all frosty, she kept laying on, all cozied up with Suki, sleeping in her arms, thinking about Ryan and his so called girlfriend. Why does she even care so much about them, they can do whatever they want to, it doesn’t bother
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