~Rose~
We were back in the penthouse, I hadn't spoken a word to Tyler the entire car ride nor in the elevator.
I was furious. Yes, I agreed to sign the contract, but when I said I didn't want to go I meant well. I meant for Tyler to spend time with his family without my interference. Without our charade having to be played and everyone believing the lies we told. I wanted him to spend quality time with his sister and mom, though I couldn’t give two fucks about his dad.
I went straight to my room and closed the door, needing the space and the silence to think and try to get a hang on me emotions.
I slumped down on the bed, my hand covering my face and from nowhere, the tears started streaming down. I never cried in front of people, only when I was
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~Rose~ ”You made it!” Clara shirked and ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her back and giggled and she dragged me and her brother into their lake hosue. When I first heard the word ’lakehosue’ I expected a smaller, wicker house by a lake, like a cozy cotage. What I didn't except was a humongous mansion with three stories and an entire private lake with three jetskees and a yatch outside. It was not at all what I though it would be, but then again, what is when it comes to billionaires. Or gazilionares. I'm not sure what category they're actually in but something tells me it’s the latter. ”Hey sis, no love for your big brother?” Tyler teased with a much to sincere pretend-hurt expression on his
Daniella had tears in her eyes, but they were also swarming with pride. I couldn't understand why, I thought I had just fucked up big time but it felt good getting everything of my chest. Ms. Davidsson cleared her throat, everyone shook of their initial state of shock and turned to her. Her nose was wrinkled but other than that it was imosible to tell what she was thinking or how she felt. This woman was a master at hiding her emotions from the world but you shouldn't hide them from your family. ”Thank you, Daniella, for the dinner. I think I'm going to go lie down a while.” Patrcia got up and gave me one last glare, her eyes held emotions I couldn't decipher, she was like a closed and locked book, impossible to read.Her green eyes were lifeless, her lips pressed in a thin line and her nose was up in the air. 
”Thank you so much for tonight, it’s been lovely,” I said and hugged Daniella tightly. I removed my hands and tried pulling back, but Daniella had a firm grip and no intention of unwrapping her arms.Her warm embrace was welcoming but disheartening as well. I didn't want to get used to it.The comfort from a woman who truly cared, who exuded love and warmth, the only other woman who I ever felt this with was my mother. This wasn't my life, I didn't have someone too hug me and tell me that everything would be okay. If I ever allowed myself too get used to this and then have it ripped from my arms, I don't know if my heart would be able to handle the void it would leave behind.”I’m so very sorry for your loss, Rose. But if ever you need someone for advice or help, anything at all, just tell me. I'm here.” She whispered, quietly eno
~Rose~ I had woken up to an empty apartment, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I was stadning by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, looking out over the city. The people were moving around beneath me, going to their destinations, and some, wondering what their destination was. How did my life take this turn? How did I go from making a living by stealing from people, to signing a contract, giving myself to a cold-hearted, gazilionare-CEO? That question had been tormenting me for the past week. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of an answer. I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped when the elevator pinged. Right away, the butterflies within me stirred awake and started fluttering around. My inconvenient feelings arising and that dreadful piece of hope, clinging to my heart, wished it
”Rose, get down here, breakfast is ready!” ”Coming, mom!” A pair of skin-tight ripped jeans and a cropped t-shirt. Perfect. I giddily slipped on my outfit of the day and put my hair in a high ponytail. The jeans hugging my broad hips nicely as the t-shirt hugged my waist, showing off my hourglass figure. Some lip gloss, blush, and mascara too tie everything together, and then, ”Perfect,” I gushed as I stared into the mirror. ”Took you long enough,” my mother jokingly scolded as I came into the kitchen. ”Is that pancakes I smell?” I said, ignoring her statement. ”Only the best for my babies first day,”
Three years later. I stood outside the house, outside our house. The house where I had all my best memories but also my worst. The house where my future would be decided for me, where my mother would make me pancakes, where we would laugh and cry together. I used to to bring her home after her treatments and make her soup and then we would binge watch criminal minds the entire night. I would place a blanket over her the nights she fell asleep in the living room, to tired to walk to her bedroom. She worked everyday and night to provide for us. When she wasn't working, she was battling her cancer. But not anymore. She didn't have anything to battle, no restless nights of worrying, no stressing to work because she slept three hours one night instead of two. My first day of my l
I and Elvis were having breakfast. I had made us some eggs and bacon. Yesterday after dinner we hadn't spoken much. I understood that Elvis was on edge, considering I’d been holding back, but it seemed to more than that. He seemed distant. Perhaps tonight, we’d have some wine and I would loosen up a bit. Give him the one thing he’d waited for all these years. The one thing he had been so patient with. To me, losing your virginity - or sex at all for that matter- was something you did with the man you loved. With the man, you couldn't see yourself being apart from. And for me, that was Elvis. he took me in when I had no one. When I had no will to live, he gave me a reason to carry on. I wanted to be with him, in every way I could.
~Rose~ What the hell do I do? I already said that it was a mistake, that I hadn't intended on stealing anything. This was supposed to be the part where he let me go. But he wasn’t. He was holding a firm grip, so firm that it was stopping my blood flow. ”I think I should-” ”No.” ”You’re a pick-pocketer huh?” He said and stepped closer. I held my face void and stern. Not admitting to anything, but it was as though he could see straight through me. I saw movement from behind him and looked over his shoulder. My eyes locked with Elvis, I gave him a pleading glare, thinking he would come and help me. But he left, he looked at me and then he turned around. Followed by the others. I couldn't beli
~Rose~ I had woken up to an empty apartment, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I was stadning by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, looking out over the city. The people were moving around beneath me, going to their destinations, and some, wondering what their destination was. How did my life take this turn? How did I go from making a living by stealing from people, to signing a contract, giving myself to a cold-hearted, gazilionare-CEO? That question had been tormenting me for the past week. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of an answer. I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped when the elevator pinged. Right away, the butterflies within me stirred awake and started fluttering around. My inconvenient feelings arising and that dreadful piece of hope, clinging to my heart, wished it
”Thank you so much for tonight, it’s been lovely,” I said and hugged Daniella tightly. I removed my hands and tried pulling back, but Daniella had a firm grip and no intention of unwrapping her arms.Her warm embrace was welcoming but disheartening as well. I didn't want to get used to it.The comfort from a woman who truly cared, who exuded love and warmth, the only other woman who I ever felt this with was my mother. This wasn't my life, I didn't have someone too hug me and tell me that everything would be okay. If I ever allowed myself too get used to this and then have it ripped from my arms, I don't know if my heart would be able to handle the void it would leave behind.”I’m so very sorry for your loss, Rose. But if ever you need someone for advice or help, anything at all, just tell me. I'm here.” She whispered, quietly eno
Daniella had tears in her eyes, but they were also swarming with pride. I couldn't understand why, I thought I had just fucked up big time but it felt good getting everything of my chest. Ms. Davidsson cleared her throat, everyone shook of their initial state of shock and turned to her. Her nose was wrinkled but other than that it was imosible to tell what she was thinking or how she felt. This woman was a master at hiding her emotions from the world but you shouldn't hide them from your family. ”Thank you, Daniella, for the dinner. I think I'm going to go lie down a while.” Patrcia got up and gave me one last glare, her eyes held emotions I couldn't decipher, she was like a closed and locked book, impossible to read.Her green eyes were lifeless, her lips pressed in a thin line and her nose was up in the air. 
~Rose~ ”You made it!” Clara shirked and ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her back and giggled and she dragged me and her brother into their lake hosue. When I first heard the word ’lakehosue’ I expected a smaller, wicker house by a lake, like a cozy cotage. What I didn't except was a humongous mansion with three stories and an entire private lake with three jetskees and a yatch outside. It was not at all what I though it would be, but then again, what is when it comes to billionaires. Or gazilionares. I'm not sure what category they're actually in but something tells me it’s the latter. ”Hey sis, no love for your big brother?” Tyler teased with a much to sincere pretend-hurt expression on his
~Rose~ We were back in the penthouse, I hadn't spoken a word to Tyler the entire car ride nor in the elevator. I was furious. Yes, I agreed to sign the contract, but when I said I didn't want to go I meant well. I meant for Tyler to spend time with his family without my interference. Without our charade having to be played and everyone believing the lies we told. I wanted him to spend quality time with his sister and mom, though I couldn’t give two fucks about his dad. I went straight to my room and closed the door, needing the space and the silence to think and try to get a hang on me emotions. I slumped down on the bed, my hand covering my face and from nowhere, the tears started streaming down. I never cried in front of people, only when I was
We were back in the hotel, Tyler said he’d stay here tonight and I didn't argue. It was his home after all.” Your sister was lovely,” I said as I went to the kitchen to fix myself a snack.”As was your mother,” Your dad was a prick, I thought but didn't say.”And my father?” He asked me with his perfect brows raised.”He was the least charming of the bunch,” I said and felt a hint of pride from my choice of word.Tyler's dad was a man with whom one doesn't argue. You don't talk back, you don't swear and you behave well. Only the elites are worthy of his company.He was a great businessman, a man of honor when it came to working, worthy of his title.&n
Clara had gone off as well. She saw someone she knew and wanted to talk to. I stood there alone, in the middle of a large ballroom. People were walking around, socializing and I felt a sudden urge for air. I saw how everyone mingled, fitting into the high-class society, and then there was me. A misfit amongst the rich and powerful. I finished my champagne and placed the glass on a passing waitress's tray. I looked across the room and saw two opened double doors, leading outside. I walked slowly through the crowd, nodding my head and smiling at the strangers. The sudden feeling of miss belonging was making it hard to breathe. I was so close to reaching the doors. I had walked out of the ballroom, about to step over the threshold and out on the balcony, when a man stepped in my way. ”What’s the
Today was the day.The event was tonight and only a few hours away. I had showered and was letting my hair air dry.I was painting my fingernails, a natural creme beige color, as well as my toenails.I decided to curl my hair and clip it back. I had a few pieces of jewelry that I opted for, and for some reason, even though I was nervous, I was also excited. Excited to dress up and get dolled up to go out. To look like a princess, if only for a night.I walked like a penguin to the kitchen, making sure the nail polish doesn’t smudge.I grabbed a glass and poured myself a glass of wine.The closer it got to seven a clock,
Tomorrow was the event. I had placed everything up neatly so that it was ready. I couldn't wait to wear it and I had never had that feeling before.It was new and exciting.I had showered and done a face mask, now I was sitting and continuing to watch the tutorials on how to give lap dances. It didn't look pleasant at all.They were sitting on the men's laps, swinging their hips hypnotically and with such fines.How in the world does one learn that?I got up from the couch and started swinging my hips back and forth, doing as they showed.It felt wrong for some reason. They looked to feel so comfortable with it, it looked natural. So why do I feel like a hippo dancing around?I felt clumsy and not at all erotic.I sat back down and rewatched it. I h