Rosalie
I wake up from a very naughty dream to my phone alarm. Damn it, I was just getting to the good part. I head downstairs and make my coffee. Caesar is sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace.
“Good morning.” I greet him and he lowers his head to go back to sleep. I know exactly how he feels.
I showered and washed my hair last night so I pull back my hair into a high ponytail today. I throw on light make up and lipstick. Put on my yoga pants and a spaghetti strap shirt. Then I throw on some boots. I decide to not wear a bra. I give no shits.
I pack a dress to change into after yoga and some heels. I tell Caesar bye and take off in
Julius After the spider freak out, Rosalie’s joke, and our fit of laughter; She went to change her clothes and I changed into my black tailored dress pants and fitted button up shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard. Much less with a beautiful woman. It felt good. Really good. I’ve never had that and I found myself wanting so much more. I meet Rosalie in the hall. She’s wearing a cute sunflower dress that comes up a little above her knees with yellow cowboy boots. She looks at me with a satisfied smile. “Looking dapper Alexander.” She says “L
Rosalie I’ve had the fantasy of being drawn like Rose was by Jack in the movie Titanic from the moment I saw it. When me and Julius were role playing at the wedding venue it dawned on me. Julius is an artist. I’m a willing model. I have the perfect place to take him and make this fantasy come to life. We walk up to the door of my long time friend Lenny’s house. We call him Lenny because he looks just like Lenny Kravitz. He’s also an artist and his house is a local art studio where he holds sketching parties. Naked women and men pose and are drawn by fellow artist. I’ve never participated in the nude modeling but I could be inspired for Julius. Lenny answers the door wearing a funky dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing his naked muscular chest and some black leather pants. With his signature dreads and nose ring
Julius I had no idea Rosalie was bringing me here or what to expect. Lenny who is Lenny Kravitz’ clone in the flesh, seemed way to flirty with Rosalie. I wonder if they dated? I tried to hate him but he is a super nice guy and I’m not really picking up romantic vibes from him and Rosalie but it’s still on my radar. When she disrobed and I saw her perfect form, her sensuous curvy body, the wind got knocked right out of me. She is a work of art and I’m about to live my fantasy. Drawing this devine woman bare before me. Her shaved perfect little pussy, long toned legs...her dark wavy hair flowing down her large naturally perky breast... round pink nipples...her timeless beautiful face, porcelain flawless skin....Yeah, I’ve got it bad and I’m completely aroused. When L
Rosalie This week has been a cluster fuck. I’m flattered the symphony wants me to headline a majority of our projected shows but I didn’t expect to hit the ground running after being gone a year. Julius has sent me multiple text but I didn’t reply. I’m trying to get some space between us after our two day straight tease fest. I’m playing with fire with him and I literally had to stick my head in a bucket of ice after our “art project”. I really didn’t expect him to be that great at drawing, much less look so sinfully hot doing so. I need to really get over this... this thing going on between us. He is literally a play boy and play boys do one thing. Get what they want. Toying with any emotions necessary to get you in their bed then leave you high and dry and find a new toy. Not going to happen. He is temptin
Julius After my amazing two days with Rosalie and that wet dream I had of us, I show up to work with a smile on my face. My left and right hand men, James and Lucas greet me with applause. “So tell us which supermodel or celebrity put that grin on your face this time Julius.” Lucas states“And spare no details.” James adds. They enjoy living vicariously through me and are both single rambling men. They do well with their good looks and swagger but men like to talk about hot sex and hot women no matter what. “Actually, it was a Cellist and sadly we only kissed. She ha
Julius I sit at the poker table with Ben, Arlo, Violet, and the twins. Stephanie and Krystal are feeding Becca liquor talking about their bridesmaids dresses they want to wear. Becca looks miserable and with the way she’s drinking, she’ll be passed out before the end of the night. Where the hell is Rosalie? Ben shuffles the deck of cars while we all drink beer. “Let’s start with blackjack.” Ben insists and we agree. “I can’t tell you how happy I am for you Ben. Becca is a wonderful woman.” Arlo says and then Becca let’s out a cackle in the distance. “Oh shit. Plan B bro.” Michael says to Christophe
Rosalie I have to admit I was jealous walking in the house seeing Stephanie in Julius’ lap. The only consolation was he didn’t look that into her. When I saw how Stephanie and Krystal looked at me when we were introduced, and the fact they were Ben and Julius’ family friends, I knew their mother must have convinced Becca to have them as her bridesmaids. I know these type of girls. Friends to your face and enemies behind your back. They were feeding Becca way to much bourbon to be a real friend. There’s no way in hell I would let them make a mockery of her. I threw that bottle so hard against the wall scaring the shit out of them. I really wanted to punch them in the face so I guess I practiced some level of self control. These girls are going to
Julius Stephanie and Krystal are so stupid to keep antagonizing Rosalie. With the way she threw that bottle right by their heads, you’d think they’d get the message. They meant to make her look bad for not having many sexual partners but it’s the exact opposite effect. I found her reply to be romantic and true. I’ve had more lovers than I can count but it was never truly an intimate experience. It was sex and release. With Rosalie there’s no doubt it would shake my soul. She already has. Dance party? Another reason to show their asses to a bunch of men. Stephanie and Krystal are the biggest whores ever and that’s coming from me. When Rosalie stripped down to her lacy black bra and panties my eyes were only on her. She moved slow and calculated. The perfect mix of skill and seductive mov
RosalieI’ve done so much in these past 6 months. Julius and I got married immediately after I was released from the hospital. It was a private ceremony with just us and the priest. Beyond romantic. I was able to perform for Scarpati’s induction into the Italian Symphony hall of fame.... and now..... “Push!!! Breathe!!! You’re getting close!!” The doctor yells over my screams. I squeeze Julius hand “I HATE YOU!!” I scream at me perfect husband. There was no time for the epidural so you can understand these hateful words. “I’m so sorry baby. You’re doing so great. I’m so lucky.” He kisses my head as another big contraction hits.
Julius Days have rolled into months. Visitors, flowers, the look of lost hope in everyone’s eyes starting to show. Begging me to let them cover for me so I can get out of the hospital. No way am I leaving her side. I’ve grown a beard and spend most days painting, singing, and talking to Rosalie and the baby. I have become the main caretaker for her. Bathing her, brushing her hair, dressing her. Not that I don’t trust the staff but I want to be the one to do those things for her. Today is Christmas. Rosalie’s birthday. A little over 2 months since she’s been here. She has the cutest little bump right now. After doing the math, the baby was definitely conceived on my birthday and is due sometime in June. I knew something wa
Rosalie I walked into the side kitchen to check on Becca’s wedding cake and was met with an irate screaming lady. Julius and Bens mom. “We have no ice to chill the champagne!! How janky of a wedding is this? You and Julius had better do something quick.” She demands. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll just run down the road to the store and get some.” I shrug ready to be away from her. I really really wanted to call her a few choice words but she is their mom. Sucks to be nice sometimes. I reach the four way stop. Look both ways and start to
Julius Machines beeping, bandages everywhere, my beautiful love unresponsive in a deep sleep. Our baby safe in her womb. Even through the horrible wreck she kept our baby safe. She’s so amazing. Her beautiful feet lay bare except a few gold toe rings. I reach for them. Kissing her feet, bawling crying while my tears washed them. “I’m so sorry baby. Please wake up. I can’t be without you...please get better. I love you so much.” I break down. We all do. Ben puts his hands on my shoulders. “Congratulations man. I know it’s gonna be okay brother. It has to.” Ben comforts me. Surprisingly it helps. I think everyone noti
JuliusI lay awake in the early morning hours with my beautiful love laying next to me. I sneak out and retrieve the small box from my coat pocket that I’ve brought with me. I look inside at the glistening diamond ring. I’m going to do it. Nerves be damned. When it comes time for the maid and man of honor speeches I’m going to ask her to marry me. I don’t care if it takes away a bit from Ben and Becca. I have to make her mine forever. In front of everyone. I close the box and put it back in the jacket pocket. I lay next to her. Both of us still naked. I watch her. Memorize every curve of her face while I stroke the dark waves of her hair. Smelling her scent. Ravishing in her beauty. She suddenly makes a sour face and stirs
Rosalie October 16 (Rehearsal Night)Julius and I head to the wedding rehearsal. We check into our room at the grand hotel. Ever since we made up that night we have once again been inseparable. Things are different this time though. As if we both accepted our destinies with each other. We’ve become closer, not holding back. Julius has seemed a bit nervous about the wedding but won’t let on exactly why other than “weddings make me nervous”. I don’t buy it but he can tell me on his own time.The twins and Violet are in the lobby as we get our room key. They run up to us, even huggin
BeccaI can’t find Rosalie anywhere and now I’m worried. She’s not been herself since the break up. It’s been hours and everyone’s left. To be honest I don’t want a stupid bachelorette party. I was furious over Julius picture and it made me have my suspicions about Ben. If his brother could move on so fast who’s to say Ben is in it for the long run? We’ve been fighting all week. I walk into the bachelor room where I find Ben standing drinking rum. This can’t be good. “Did you finalize your big PLANS sweetheart?” He throws his arms up dramatically. “You’re one night to be single again?” He turns away from me and leans against the bar. We both decided early on we didn’t want a bachelor
Julius I enter the Catholic Church. I even dip my fingers in the holy water, praying my ass off that some kind of miracle could fix this. Bring Rosalie back to me. I see her father kneeling at the pew. I move to sit next to him. He turns and gives me a knowing smile and pats me on the back. “It’s good to see you my boy.” He whispers. I return his greetings with a defeated smile. The service goes on as usual and I think of the last time I was here with her. Laughing like children at the priests Kermit the frog voice. My heart aches. I wonder if I can ever laugh again. When we finish he walks me outside and invites me to lunch. We go to his favorite Italian spot and he makes conversation easily. Not wasting a beat. “Trouble i
Rosalie After crying myself to sleep all night, I wake up and do the worst thing. I check my newsfeed and see the man I’ve fallen for fucking a stripper. “Playboy Billionaire Is At It Again”“Though he captured our attention the night before with the beautiful Rosalie Valentino in a picture compared to the classic “The Kiss” (photo of a nurse sending a sailor off to war) he is at his old tricks again. Not that we mind, but I wonder how his short lived flame is feeling. Ah, young love. Julius does know how to keep us on our toes. I wonder who will be the next lucky lady to grace his bedsheets? Here’s to hoping gals!” I throw my phone down and run to the bathroom to puke in between cry