ROSE The journey up to Rum’s penthouse was filled with silence until the gentle ping of notification that the elevator would soon open. But when the doors slid open, Rum didn’t dash out as usual. Instead, he remained leaning against the rear wall of the transporting box. I didn’t move either. I felt too tired to lift a muscle. So the doors stayed open. Jokes aside, I’m still crossed with Rum. But then, I’m also feeling guilty for throwing my temper at him and judging him for simply doing his best living in our world. On top of all that, right now, I feel scared. What if Rum found out that I’ve fallen in love with him? Disappointment. He’d be disappointed with me. And I don’t want that. I want him to think the best of me. I have to hide all these feelings I have for him. Maybe I should act like I don’t care. The doors slid to a close, jarring me back to the elevator, and I realised we’re both still inside. Finally, Rum stepped forward to press a button and the doors halte
RUM The buzzing won’t stop. “Urgh…,” I groaned. “Get it, Rose.” BUZZ… BUZZ… Jesus Christ! “ROSE!” I roared and jolted to a push-up position on my bed and glared to my right. It was empty. The ruffled sheets definitely told me that someone had slept in it. Last night was glorious, and it was real. It happened. I slept with Rose again. We agreed that we wouldn’t. But I wanted it to happen again, and, to my excitement, so did she. Something didn’t feel right. A sense of emptiness in the air. A dreaded sense of emptiness. I grabbed the duvet, holding it around my waist, and got out of bed. “Rose!” I called for her and then I listened. For the sounds of water raining from the shower, her soft humming in the bathroom, her feet padding across the carpet in the living area, to the kitchen and the gym and back to the living area. Nothing. Only silence. “Fuck…,” I murmured. Where the fuck is that girl? Only then I remembered the buzzing sound from earlier—my phone. I
JOY At first, she was smiling, when I saw her at the door, a bag on her shoulders, four large paper bags strapped around her forearms—two on each side. She was in her jumper and jeans but gone are the specs, just as I had last seen her. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed and had rushed through the packing up to leave wherever she was before coming back here. I assumed that place she was at was Rum’s place, and was about to ask her what happened when her eyes became watery. I took the paper bags from her and asked if she was fired. Then large teardrops started rolling down her reddened eyes. So I hugged her and told her she had done her best. Big companies like B.A.D. are hard to survive in, and she's only an intern. But she managed to stay there for four years, despite having no formal training, and that meant something. And then the incredible girl wailed, loud and hard. In a voice shaking with grief, she blurted that she would no longer be Rum’s assistant. And
ROSE Yes…. Yes, I’ll save him. I won’t let them push Rum around. I won’t give them the token to use it against Rum. I’m going to put a stop to it, even if it means losing my fast track to achieving daddy’s dream. “Stability,” I breathed, just before those tantalising lips touched mine. “I want stability.” He paused and jerked back. His face shot up to level with mine, showing me a curious yet upset expression. “What the fuck… What the fuck are you trying to say?” “I’m sick and tired of the roller coaster life at B.A.D.,” I said. “And I’m sick and tired of walking on eggshells around you.” Those blue eyes enlarged with surprise, giving me the boost in my morale to continue with the lie. “You heard me, I’m done with this life of anxiety and uncertainty. I feel vulnerable all the time and I hate it.” I gritted my teeth at that handsome face. “I HATE IT. Did you hear me?” BANG! His fist slammed on the door just above my head and he leaned in. “You don’t seem to hate it when
WARNING: This chapter contains crude language which you may find distressing. ROSE “Oh… that singer… What’s his name again?” I was drilling a hole through the tray of hair styling tools with my eyes, my body unable to move. Rum’s face is everywhere in my mind, crowding, squeezing, spilling. “Hmm… Gin? Doesn’t sound right….” “Hey! What are you waiting for?” My gaze jerked up at the mirror and the customer was glaring at me, silently chastising me for wasting his precious time. “Hurry up!” he snapped impatiently. “Right!” I heard my voice squeal in panic and sprang into action, my hand shot out to the hair clipper. “Whiskey?” Mrs. Yves continued. The second the clipper came into plain sight, the bossy voice freaked out. “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t you wanna wash my hair first? Are you really from B.A.D?” I stared at him. The man was getting on my nerves—I should tell him to shut up, let me do my job. But my voice is stuck. I feel stuck. I turned on the cl
WARNING: This chapter contains explicit language of sex and violence that may cause distress. RUM Fuck… something’s not right. I let go of the nipple with a pop sound and kissed the side of Brenda’s left breast. And her whimpering stopped. Pressing her chin down, she gazed up at me, breathless in her voice, “Rum? What is it?” Shut up, my inside growled. I closed my mouth around her other nipple and swirled it around my tongue, just as she liked it—and her whimpers grew high and tiny, just as before. But still, something’s off. I released the maroon bud and leaned up to take those plump lips, shooting my tongue through them to stroke that sweet, shy tongue… rubbing and caressing as though I wanted to take in all of her… I want all of her…. I grabbed the back of her head and angled my face to reach deeper, conquer more of her nectarine mouth, taking in that fragrance of Crane’s bill and rose….. ***** ROSE I popped the last bite of pizza into my mouth and clapped my han
ROSE Save Keithen…. Save him, Rose. This is getting annoying. STOP BOTHERING ME! I cried out at the strange white light before me. It was glowing gently and beautifully like the gates of heaven. But I could make out the shape of a globe. It was outlined with silver, glistening softly but fiercely. A silver ring. Save him…. The whispers continued. Save Keithen…. STOP IT! YOU’VE BEEN WHISPERING IN MY HEAD FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS, IT’S DRIVING ME CRAZY! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT AND GET OUT! I had to ignore it and focus on my life. Do you know how scary that is? I feel like I’m going mad. If I’ve gone mad, who’s gonna make Daddy’s dream come true?! PLEASE! Save him, Save him, Save him… Save HIM…. STOP! SAVE KEITHEN, ROSE! “STOP!!” I screamed. “ROSE!” I threw open my eyes and the warm glow of my bedroom lights greeted me with concern. I winced away when I felt something shaking me lightly. “Rose!” Joy huffed frantically. “Can you hear me?” Save him…. Save…. I blinked a
ROSE I banged the counter and begged desperately. “Please, you gotta let me go up there!” The new security guard frowned harder, hands on his hips, and glared fiercer. “No means no, young lady. You got no appointment with Mr. Rum. And his specific orders are: let no goddamn soul up unless he gives me the name! And your name ISN’T IN the record.” “OK. Then can you please ask Mr. Ambrose to come down here!” The twenty-something scrawny dude frowned quizzically. “There’s no such person.” “You didn’t even check the records!” I argued. SLAM! The man leaned in, propping on his palm, and growled, “I started here ten days ago. And in those ten days, I am to let NO ONE up. So NO ONE had gone up.” “OK. What about his assistant? Or his driver? Do you have any emergency contact number for Mr. Rum? You know, if something happens to him at home—.” “I know what an emergency contact is!” the man snapped. “And it’s Rose Cintilar!” Wait, what? I came to a screeching halt. “He didn’t c