Julius
I took Rosalie to the mall and we geared up. We separated so we could be done faster. I forced her to let me pay and told the workers at the stores she went into to help her and give her anything, no limits.
We met up in the food court, both our hands full of shopping bags and wearing matching aviator ray ban sunglasses. That made us laugh. She had changed into a short dress with gladiator sandals lacing up her legs. She looked stunning. I had changed into a dress shirt, fitted t-shirt and flip flops.
“Thank you for all this Julius.”
“You’re so welcome angel. Thank you for kidnapping me in my drunken state and taking me to the beach. I needed this.” I smile. I also may have n
RosalieWhat was I thinking? Obviously I was thinking with my hormones. When Julius basically said he wanted to respect me despite his wild ways and was scared to lose me, my heart melted. I decided to myself “you know what, I’m about to find out if he’s full of shit or if he’s serious.” So I set out the bait and he walked into the trap. Except, I’m the one that fell into the fucking trap. Julius not only delivered in every way but he made tender love to me. That’s why you don’t listen to rumors. Wam, bam, thank you ma’am my ass. He was strong but gentle, cautious but firm and all that other Casanova stuff. I felt worshipped and adored. It was like some sort of explosion throughout the galaxy. Like an other worldly experience being with him. Damn it! Damn it! Shit shit! Am I falling for Julius fucking Alexander?! My sisters brot
JuliusI awake to a blissful sleeping Rosalie. What did I do to deserve this gift? She is endlessly satisfying and with others, I would have lost interest right after and never more than twice. Not with her though. I’m starving for more. It’s a new discovery every time, it’s more than just sex and I know it always will be. I want to do something nice for her so I decide to head to the kitchen, and make some breakfast. Hoping the people I bribed into letting us stay the week have groceries. Score! They do. I hear movement upstairs and the shower going. I get going on the bacon, eggs, pancakes and fruit for my queen. After a while, I hear footsteps descending the stairs and she’s in a sexy red bikini, her aviator sunglasses, holding a towel with her hair wet. She hasn’t seen me and I admire her from afar.
Rosalie The week continues and each day is more exciting than the next. We lay in the sun and swim in the ocean. Our favorite thing is to rub sunscreen on each other’s bodies so we are only getting slightly tan. I watch Julius’ wet body in the ocean thanking my lucky stars that I can see. We make bonfires and net fish during the night. We talk about everything. We’ve become quite close. We have crazy sex and then make love all the time. By the time Thursday rolls around we don’t want to leave but I have to be there for Becca when she finds her wedding dress because our mother can’t. We pack and hit the road with my convertible top down. “Best trip ever.” I say and smile at Julius.
3rd Person POVWhen Rosalie and Julius arrive to the dress and tuxedo fitting, they received knowing looks from the wedding party. Rosalie tried to show her indifference but Julius would have none of it. He constantly had his hands on her. She slaps his hands away and gives him a lethal look of warning. They, or Rosalie, talked about this just before they walked through the door. “Nothing has changed, we are friends, and we will continue our normal friendly banter and not arise suspicions.” She states and struts through the door but now she has a bit of a sore wobble. Julius smiles a proud smile, knowing he’s responsible for her state. “Hello you two.” Ben and Becca approach. Becca is glaring at Rosalie. They are onto them and know that a week
RosalieAfter dinner with just us three girls, the guys meets us out dancing. They were already at the dance club since they finished before us and we weren’t to happy to find Stephanie and Krystal dancing up on a tipsy Ben and Julius. The twins ran to us and then scooped up Violet to dance on the dance floor. Arlo, who is around Ben’s age and an attractive single blonde with a well built body, looked like our perfect victim to help us get our revenge. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I say to Becca. “Fuck yes.” She replies and we grab him by both arms and hit the dance floor. Looking like a threesome waiting to happen. Arlo was shocked at first then smiling from ear to ear as we teased him and made him the envy of every other guy in the clu
Julius When Ben and I were at the club, we got on the dance floor, dancing ridiculous competing with who the best dancer is. We’d had a few drinks at this point and didn’t even notice Stephanie and Krystal coming up to dance with us. Then the next thing we know, Becca and Rosalie are dancing on Arlo. Rosalie has him on his knees eye level to her pussy that I’ve been pleasing for the last week. Ben looked over and saw Becca shaking her ass in his face. We both saw red and went into action. Then after they kicked our asses and left, we went after them like two whipped puppies. I never experienced chasing after two sister with my brother. It was definitely comforting not being in the dog house alone. Speaking of dogs I can’t believe Caesar turned on me like that. What a mommas baby. When B
RosalieMy world shattered in a matter of minutes. Julius has another woman pregnant. James seemed sure of Julius being the father. Though both Ben and Becca tried to talk to me I wouldn’t open the door. They eventually left me to my sorrow. I cried myself to sleep. I have to move on but for now I allow myself to break. Tomorrow I’m back with the symphony and I welcome the distraction. “Again from the top! I need more emotion from everyone when we go into the solo!” I yell impatiently. It hit me I might be turning into Scarpati. Cedric approaches me. “Rosalie, this is a very difficult piece for some and you’re pushing them hard. They do not have the same
Julius A very pregnant Leah Corvette shows up at my house. Along with some paparazzi at the gates taking pictures. Did she call them here? She’s a pretty tall blonde starlet but I feel nothing. No attraction what so ever. I show her around the house and carry in her things. She hands me the ultrasound pictures. There’s no doubt the pictures and her round belly made it very real. She took over like we’ve been married for years and I wonder who the hell is this stranger in my house? I took her thing to the guest bedroom and put her luggage down and she didn’t waste any time trying to jump my bones. I denied her advances as nicely as possible telling her we will not be having that kind of relations
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