ROSE Those striking brows raised high in surprise. Then, Rum’s sexy lips formed a secretive smirk. “I see….” His shoulders shook slightly in a silent dry chuckle. “You’re just the same.” I had no idea what he meant. But I took it that he was guessing my intentions wrong. So I replied, “I’m not.” And for the first time, I sounded sure and firm. Rum noticed it too and started observing me with a renewed curiosity as I added, “But I really need you to stop sending me away to clean the building.” His gaze dropped to the white duvet. More amused chuckles slipped out. “Why?” “We have actual cleaners for that,” I stated as a matter of factly. “And if I start doing their job, they’re gonna lose theirs.” He grabbed his head as though he had a bad case of migraine and groaned dismissively, “It’s none of my fucking problem, is it?” I kept my chin high. “They are the ones who’d buy your album.” Those thick brows knitted in slight annoyance. He acknowledges the truth in what I said.
ROSE A week later, we were in Studio 11. Rum was filming an advertisement for B.A.D’s biggest client, FUNTORY, one of the oldest beverage makers. A silence of awe sank amongst the staff as we watched Rum consumed his twentieth consecutive giant jug of FUNTORY’s latest craft beer. He slammed the glass jug on the table and spread his lips into a mysterious smile of satisfaction, and said, “Freshness in every drop.” And he gave his signature wink. “CUT!” The director shouted. And the bright lights washed across the room. I rushed forward, worried for Rum. But I dared not voice it out since I’d be severely judged for it. So I merely asked, in a considerate whisper, “Towel? Water? Your favourite drink?” “Water,” he murmured. As he drank, I observed him and noted something strange: his cheeks were crimsoned a second ago; now, they were his normal skin colour. Come to think of it, Rum’s face started to flush with the alcoholic red after the fifth jug. But the redness would alw
ROSE I ran. Out of the building. Take the left turn. Up the slope. Past the exits that led to the small alleys. Past the convenience shop. And stopped. Right in front of my apartment building—a five storey red-brick block of twenty-five two to three rooms apartment units with an old and vandalised sign board that reads SP_ING TOW_RS. My face felt wet and cold, my eyes swollen, my nose stuffed, my brain congested. Rum’s words were looping at the back of my mind like an endless nightmare. His silky voice echoing like his tuneful singing in his songs, which I repeated on my phone, but the lyrics were snarky and mean—chastising me for being a loser, and his toy. Just as I had allowed Annie to take daddy’s creations, I’ve let Rum walk all over me and call me a toy. I dropped to a pitiful squat on the walkway. Why me? It was just that one time I threw a fit at mum and dad for not buying me the necklace that they had promised as my birthday gift… just once! I paid for it dearly,
ROSE Shit. I don’t do well with dogs. I can’t seem to hear it. Maybe it’s sleeping. I jerked upright with realisation: maybe Rum brought someone home! I stared at the hair, bemused. This could be that woman’s dog! I looked at the entrance to the master bedroom, its door wide open. Shit! If I’m seen, he’ll flip out again! It’s rude to walk in on him the first time; it’ll be too much of a coincidence to do so the second time. I guess it’s best that I see him tomorrow—-. “Urgh….” Hmm? I turned back to the master bedroom. That sounds like Rum. I inched closer—. “Urgh… Grrr…..” Oh no! Did he really get himself a pet and that animal had gone savage on him? “Rum! Are you alright?” I dashed into the room. “Fuck!” Rum shouted like a warning. “Don’t come in—!” But it was too late. I saw it: A wolf. The size of two limousines stacked atop each other. It's fur the shade of night with silver tips that shimmered under the moon beams. It's eyes, two deep blue sapphires gl
ROSE The superstar shot up from his seat, his eyes boiling with rage. “I DID NOT BEG YOU TO STAY.” “Really?” I pretended to clear my ear with my pinky. “Gosh, I swear I heard someone begging for me to stay because he wanted to keep his wolf a secret.” “You little bitch.” He took a step forward, gritting his teeth. “I was right—you’re just the same as all those women who threw themselves at me in exchange for favours.” I was in no mood to explain myself. Frankly, I’m starting to hate him, now that I’ve seen what a person he really is. The Rum that I used to know will forever stay in my heart; this man—or wolf—standing before me will never be half of that kind and peace-loving Rum. PHWOOP!! The monstrous wolf stood before me, glaring and flaring its fangs. It took a step towards me and I crashed to the floor in fright. I opened my mouth to scream out my fears when I recalled Rum’s warning, and both hands bolted up to clamp my mouth. Rum/It lifted his/its right front paw and
ROSE “Do not fall in love with me,” the deep silky voice said. I halted and looked up in surprise. Do I tell him that I’ve been a huge fan since his first album? Does that count as being in love with him? I mean, I have dreamt many times of marrying him and having his kids. A snap of fingers burst my thought bubbles. I focused ahead and found the incredibly handsome face in a vexed look. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” He analysed my face for a second and his expression turned hostile. “Don’t tell me you’re already in love with me.” I coughed and laughed at the notion, condemning it. “I may be a fan of your work, but I’m definitely not in love with… .” I waved my fingers in disgust at him. “You.” Immediately, the superstar sensitivities seized him. “What the hell’s wrong with me?” I gulped and forced a sweet smile. “I love you as long as you’re my boss.” “Fuck you,” he growled with a scowl. “Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m not the least bit interested in you, romantic
ROSE We were in the elevator moving down to the basement parking lot. And the atmosphere is super… awkward. A while ago, Rum was sprawled across the couch, absorbed in his phone, his thumbs attacking the screen like two ninjas when I returned to the living room all freshened up and changed, and ready to set off. I thought it would be rude to assume that he was ready, so I asked if he needed to get changed. It was then he looked up and saw me. At first, he looked like a deer in headlights. Then, he looked as though I had leaked his secret and started berating at me. He first called me a sloth, to which I retorted that I was gone for only twenty minutes, a quarter of the usual bathroom time for all the women he had hooked up with. Then, as he threw me his bag (which I assumed he wanted me to carry for him) he called me a blind bat for failing to see that he had a shower and a change of clothes whilst I slept like a fucking log, to which I argued that a fucking log isn’t a telep
ROSE The photoshoot proceeded smoothly. Lux Park is the largest park in the U.R.T.. Its gardens are as flourished and charming as London’s Hyde Park and its lake is as huge and magical in the evening as the one at Central Park in the States. Dad used to bring me here for walks in the evenings; some weeks, even on Sunday mornings after church. Mum would join us over weekends since she was a school teacher. But since they passed, I stopped coming. I was observing the lake, admiring the clear, shifting waters of turquoise, when the photographer requested to move the set up to the rose bushes nearby. Immediately, the staff sprang alive while I ran up to Rum who was moving back to his seat. I held up a bottle of water to him and he downed it hungrily. Then, I turned on the portable fan and pointed it at him. He removed the bottle from his lips and swallowed with a heavy exhale, then stared at me. “Are you a vulture? Stop staring at the staff!” He lowered his voice and scolded, “
ROSECarefully, I picked up my iPad and the impatient phone and turned towards the exit of the office. I thought to answer the call once I’m outside, but it stopped buzzing. So I moved cautiously towards the elevator, when it arrived just as I halted to push the button for it. The doors opened and my handsome Alpha King appeared, worried as hell. ‘Why didn’t you answer my call?’ he demanded.I rolled my eyes. ‘Because I’m getting through a door with this.’ I pointed at my huge belly. He was about to carry me like a bride when I slapped his hands away. ‘Stop it!’ I hissed. ‘You want everyone to know?!’ ‘Wheelchair. If you ever missed my call again.’ He stepped aside for me to enter the metal carrier. ‘Alright, alright…’ I chuckled. ‘So how was it?’ He asked, glancing at my iPad. ‘Did she approve it?’ ‘No.’ I sighed. ‘It’s too extravagant. The actress specifically asked for more grounded styles. She wants people to relate more to acting than her beauty.’ And Keithen scoffed. ‘Goo
ROSEI rolled myself onto him, loving the way my skin rubbed against his, feeling his warmth and heartbeat against mine, as well as the vibrations of his chuckle. He swept the sticky damp strands off my face, hooking some around my ears, then combed the rest to the back of my head with his fingers, and all the time, I had my eyes closed, savouring the moment. And he chuckled some more. ‘You want another round?’ he whispered. My eyes burst open, and his arms squeezed my bare waist as he laughed. ‘I’m hurt, cub. You look like a car was about to hit you.’ I shifted closer to his face—my breasts scraping his hard chest, and he grunted a little—and kissed him on the mouth hard, delivering all my passion, all my apologies. Immediately, his mouth opened and he shifted to push me forward, so that his tongue could dive in a little more, consuming me breathless. Just as the familiar desires stirred inside me, I pulled back, tore my lips from his and captured his face with both hands, tryi
ROSEI’m a werewolf, aren’t I? Okay, not entirely. Just half wolf, half human. But that still counts, right? There’s still some wolf inside me to make this work! This has to work! Concentrate. Focus, Rose. Think of the gate. I could be at the beach, or the back alley. Does it relocate to the same place twice? Or does it choose a new place each time? ‘Rose, are you having a headache?’ asked Joy. I opened my eyes and evaluated my best friend for a while. Then, I made up my mind. ‘Joy.’ I grabbed her shoulders. ‘I’m about to tell you something that nothing in Science can ever explain.’ ‘O…kay?’ I could see the wheels of her mind churning to come up with the plausible reason for my sudden strange behaviour. ‘Is it Harry Potter kinda something?’ I nodded firmly. And she mouthed ‘O’, with a knowing gaze. But behind that gaze, I still caught her disbelief. ‘It’s alright to not believe me. Just promise me that you won’t tell a living soul.’ I was staring at her so hard, I could almost
RICHARDA video showing Richard in his midnight blue shirt with his arm stretched across the desk. The files shifted and a sketch of a female figurine in a puffed up flowy gown with petals in her hair and on her lashes and lips. Richard was flabbergasted. He turned back to the CEO, his mind churning furiously to come up with the best excuse to save his ass. ‘When Rose brought me that design, I thought to myself: this is something that ambitious Annie would use. It’s extravagant and flamboyant. Wouldn’t it be nice to distract her with this, so my precious gem can focus on levelling up her skills? She can’t be stuck in the B.A.D. crap all the time.’ Richard felt deflated. His world was crashing down into dust. ‘Y-You set me up.’ The CEO laughed heartily. ‘You flatter yourself too much, Richard. Set ups are for my equals. This is just a test. But you scored full marks.’ The young rising star slammed his palms on the desk and glared at the CEO—the woman who had previously doted on hi
ROSE‘... the winner of this styling face off is—.’ The emcee’s eyes rolled left to right repeatedly as he read the card. His brows knitted as a mutter of disbelief spilled from his mouth, ‘Annie from B.A.D.’ My insides sank to the deepest parts of my spirit. ‘YES!’ Annie shrieked out victoriously. With a smugful grin, she cast a look of condemnation in my way. ‘I told you she’s a fake! She can’t style at all! Extraordinary—ha!’ That was… … unexpected. I thought I had a good chance. I really did read Miss Jewel’s comments wrongly. ‘Oh! The main judge has something to say!’ The emcee shoved Annie aside to make way for the retired supermodel, Jinda Avengelistford, who gracefully took the centrestage at an astounding height of six feet. ‘Based on the styling standards, Miss Annie has met every single one.’ She turned to the head of B.A.D.’s styling team and flashed a warm smile. ‘It was exciting—your unexpected. There is still a difference between professional and personal styling.
KEITHEN ’CUT!’ The director’s frown was as clear as the blue sky outside. I could tell that he’s been trying to hold it in. But the shit’s about to explode. ‘Rum.’ He forced a smile. ‘Are you sure you’re not unwell?’ I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said this: ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Then what’s the problem?!’ The older guy grabbed his hair, about to go crazy. I stared at the line of the script that was shoved into my view. Instantly, the clog in my throat grew real. As real as the reality I’m about to face in an hour’s time. ‘Maybe Rum’s upset that this is all going to end for him soon.’ I looked up and a pair of kind eyes smiled back at me. Sherry patted my shoulder as that sweet smile turned into a sympathetic one. ‘I bet he misses all this. Don’t you, boss?’ I chuckled dryly and looked down again. ‘I’m not your boss, Sher. I’ve said it many times.’ That’s it. No matter how hard you try. You can’t fight reality. You just can’t. You can stay hidden around her. It won’t ma
RICHARDA day before the styling competition… ‘Go right in. She’s wrapping up the conference call,’ said the lovely PA of Miss Jewel. The young man in his stylist’s midnight blue shirt and grey bubble pants grinned sweetly and nodded. ‘Thank you, Celia. You look lovely today.’ And the PA gave her usual polite smile. Richard entered the glasshouse of an office and settled himself in the same chair he’d always been in whenever he’s here. A minute turned to three… and then it felt like ten. Richard’s fingers began to tap with impatience. He thought of checking his phone for an update from the private investigator he’d sent to tail Rose. The thought of Rose brought a grin to his glossed lips. Miss Jewel must have called him in to talk about Rose’s resignation, and he was prepared to sacrifice his precious time and help the agency convince Rose to retract it. There is no way the CEO wouldn’t agree to his one and only condition: that Rose stays as his stylist for as long as he’s wi
ROSEBANG, BANG, BANG!I stared at the door, unable to breathe. Unable to stop the tears. Unable to shut him out. ‘OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, ROSE!’ thundered the Alpha King. ‘YOU BETTER GIVE ME AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW!’ Hands clamped my ears. My head kept shaking in disagreement. My chest screaming: go away! Please, go away! ‘I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door!’ The banging continued. The same hands now clamped my mouth. To stop me from telling him to stop. Stop the noise, or someone will report him to the police. You’re a fucking celebrity! Stop it, Keithen!‘I’m counting to three. No open door, and I’ll fucking shift right here! Hear that, Rose? Footsteps! People are coming out. They’ll see me—.’ The hands were back on my ears. Shutting out his voice. My feet shuffled back, away from that enraged door. Hide. Go and hide, my mind told me. And I did. I scampered back to my room and slammed the door shut. Locked it. Then backed away, towards my bed. The second my calves bum
RICHARD‘I told you it’s not going to happen!’ the young man hissed into his phone. The female voice at the other end of the line screamed curses. ‘Everyone’s been talking about your peach silver outfit—more than mine! What happened to the black jacket! You said you’d wear it.’ Richard Black rolled his eyes at his reflection in his bedroom mirror. ‘She wanted to change it. What else can I do? Say no? Has your precious Rum ever said no to you regarding his outfit?’ ‘I can’t let her win that competition,’ chanted Annie. ‘Dan’ll have my head!’ ‘I’ll get you a chopping board then.’ ‘You lying son of a bitch! You didn’t keep your end of the deal—have you any idea the sacrifice I made for that article?’‘Sleeping with a reporter instead of some big shot? You call that a sacrifice?’ Richard scoffed. ‘You’re a whore, Annie. Everyone who knows you knows that. The models—they talk. A hell lot.’‘And you think your Rose is a virgin?’ ‘SHUT UP!’ Richard shouted back, and the ugly chuckle r