Thoughts my lovelies? Much love, Larose Semsem
Roman headed straight to his office and busied himself around, even as his thoughts kept going back to the innocent nurse, who was stubborn in every aspect that mattered. Before long, Stefan was knocking on his door, and the rat himself was with him. “You called for me, boss?” The man asked in his usual tone of voice, and that told Roman that he didn’t suspect a thing – the man had gotten cocky. “Which leg do you prefer?” Roman asked without so much as a preamble, as two more men entered the office, and closed the door behind them. There would be no running away for Matteo. “What do you mean, boss?” The rat’s eyes bulged almost comically, and Roman wasn’t surprised, because Matteo knew him enough to know that was the question he first asked to traitors, before he began torturing them, until they met their inevitable demise. “Do you take me for a fool, Matteo?” He demanded to know without delay. Matteo paled and gulped down his dread before saying nervously, shaking his head, “I
The sweet moments Rose spent with the mafia’s cook, aka Flora, were her solace in the otherwise austere place known as the mafia’s base. And the fact that the woman went out of her way to tell her she had made cookies was endearing to say the least.Rose didn’t think twice before following Flora out of her room. The woman’s back was almost round, no doubt from all her years of labor, and also because of the worries and the hardships she must have faced. And though a little bit awkward, Flora was still hands down the easiest person to talk to around these parts.As she sat for another cup of coffee, to wash down the undoubtedly sweet cookies, Rose felt the need to ask, “I couldn’t help but notice your con
Roman Bianchi was touching Rose in places which had yet to be explored by anyone but her. She was like the virgin soil for which he was the conqueror. He touched her with great expertise, and made her reach heights she never knew existed. Rose panted, breathlessly crying out his name in a hushed tone. His icy blue eyes, dark with desire, which were locked onto her face, almost looked tender, despite the wanton desire she could see in their depths. There was something absolutely sinful about doing it in an office, the taste of the forbidden fruit never so delicious… Rose knew he was going to break her, to ruin her, and no other man would ever come close, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment. “Roman,” she choked on his name, as her hand played with her clit… Indeed, out of loneliness and overwhelming desire, Rose was masturbating that afternoon to thoughts of the mafia boss touching her. Rose really shouldn’t. She knew it was wrong… But the pleasure was far too
The moment Flora opened the door, she was instantly overjoyed at the sight of the boss. “I will bring you lunch, young master,” she continued to beam at him, just about ready to do his bidding. Rose could see the adoration in her eyes, and wondered if the elderly woman still saw in him the little boy who had lost his mother. “Nah,” he declined at once. “I thought I would join my two favorite women for lunch today,” he let out in a teasing manner. Flora was elated, and it showed in her big radiant smile, and the way she kept nodding at him. “Sure. Sure.” Rose, on the other hand, was beyond conflicted. She hoped the mafia boss didn’t mean anything with his words. She couldn’t possibly fall for her patient. It was wrong, not to mention unethical. There would be no turning back if she were to allow herself to become his. She would be entering his world, possibly for good… She knew it deep down, and was scared of such a future. Admittedly, it could also get her fired. The thought mad
Only 3 days remained till the 10 days were up, and Rose was no closer today to stopping the daydreams than she had been when she first started. It seemed like Roman Bianchi had the knack to make her feverish, despite his cold demeanor and usually icy retorts. She was on her way to the treatment room, where she needed to check up on him at 8 pm, when she met a woman she wasn’t familiar with. She was absolutely stunning, with beautiful amber eyes, and long black hair that had strands of light pink in it. Also, she was much taller than Rose and slightly curvier too. The way she took her in made goosebumps crawl all over Rose’s skin, as she could feel the looming danger. “You must be the nurse,” she drawled in a mocking tone of voice. “I am,” Rose nodded at her, a small tentative smile stretching her lips. Without any hesitation whatsoever, the woman stepped into Rose’s personal space, her eyes narrowed, “Stay away from Roman. He’s my man, and you don't wish to go against me.” Rose
Roman walked out of the treatment room briskly, as if the devil himself was on his tail. The way Rose had been nonchalant and almost unconcerned by the threats she received from Naomi, of which he could already guess the nature, infuriated him in a way.That being said, he didn’t know what upset him more, the fact that Rose felt threatened in his own place, or the fact that she didn’t feel the need to tell him. On his way to his office, he began to think of the ways he could use to get Naomi to understand that she was no one of importance to him, merely an escort he had taken a fancy to. Before long, he called Stefan, “Bring Naomi to me.” “Yes, boss,” his right-hand man agreed without delay, even though he could almost hear him wondering what could possibly be wrong.Roman didn’t entertain him or feel the need to explain himself, merely adding, “I am in my office.” And then, he hung up.He could have called Naomi himself, but he actually wanted to put back in place the boundaries sh
Rose was on her bed, just about ready to start reading, when there was a knock on the door. She was confused for a moment there, knowing the mafia boss’ condition had improved greatly. There should be no causes for concern. But then again, he was the mafia boss... Could he have decided he had been abstinent more than enough and hurt himself again? That was the first possibility that came to her mind. After all, though she tried to be normal around his people, she knew she didn’t belong, and thus didn’t try to mingle more than she had to, and couldn't for life of her guess who was at the door. She opened the door, and was visibly surprised to see both Stefan and Naomi. The woman had a disgruntled look on her face, as if she didn’t want to be here. Rose was dying to tell her she didn’t care for her either, but thought it was best not to push her luck. Then, something totally unexpected happened. Stefan nudged Naomi, and this latter had tears of humiliation in her eyes as she said
The ten days were up. Rose finally had the pleasure to tell Roman Bianchi that morning in a confident drawl, “And my work here is done.” He let out a noncommittal grunt, before saying, “The money will be in your account by 3 pm, this afternoon.” “I appreciate it,” she nodded curtly at him. Another grunt, and as always, he walked out on her without further ado. He left without so much as a goodbye, not that she expected anything of the sorts, even though her fragile heart had been hopeful. Stefan was the one to see Rose out of the base, with the same red blindfold, insisting that it was necessary to keep their people safe. But seeing as Rose expected nothing less, she didn’t argue. She had a lopsided smile on her face as the fresh breeze hit her face. Even though she had come for a job, not just an ordinary one, and had to deal with the most peculiar patient ever, she could say she would keep good memories out of it… especially her memories with the sweet Flora. Going back to h
Rose didn’t dare to make a scene, or even put an inch of distance between her and Roman. Hell, she didn’t even breathe too loudly, for fear of upsetting himf further.She didn’t know what could have made the mafia boss so angry, much less what could have made him seek her out to begin with… But she knew she was bound to find out. The waiter soon came around, and despite the little bit of a grimace on his face – as he no doubt wondered why Luke had been replaced – he asked, “Are you ready to order?” Roman merely gave him a look, promptly sending the man running for the hills without another word. “Who was the man, Rosalina?” Roman asked without so much as a preamble.Rose knew she was treading on dangerous territory, but she knew she couldn’t possibly give in to the mafia boss just because she could feel his simmering fury. Still, would it be wise to say his name, or claim that she had been on a date? It was obvious already that he knew all there was to know. Considering he had suc
Roman was busy on his laptop, reviewing security footage, as he tried to figure out who had allowed Naomi in yet again, despite the orders he had given. Stefan had offered to take care of the matter, but being the stubborn man he could be, Roman wanted to be the one doing the job, and the first one to know. He had just figured out who had not paid heed to his words when there was a knock on the door. He lifted his gaze just in time to see Flora enter his office, a disgruntled look on her face. He looked at her intently, wondering what kind of issue was she facing, and who had dared to upset her… And then, she spoke up, and basically turned his world upside down. “How clumsy can you be, young master?” She asked, pursing her lips. Before he had the time to retort, she went on, “Rose is going on a date with someone from Connect this evening.” His eyebrows shot up. He truly thought he had more time, but it would appear he had thought wrong. “Time and place?” He grumbled, as he though
The texts Rose exchanged with the madman on Connect were rather peculiar, and it felt like the man was people-awkward to say the least. Even though it kept her busy for a moment, she then decided to mute his messages. Not only was she bothered by the fact that he didn’t have a picture on his profile, merely an anime picture of what appeared to be a vampire, but also he seemed rather off in his messages. Also, for someone who claimed he was busy, his responses were almost instantaneous each time. Rose didn’t care for another liar in her life. She had just reached the clinic when she received a call from a number she didn’t recognize. She still took it almost reflexively. “Hello, Rose,” the greeting had the knack to make her freeze in her steps. Rooted in place, and slightly breathless, she all but struggled to let out a simple, “Hey.” “There’s nothing to settle,” the man, who featured in most of her wet dreams as of late, declared matter-of-factly. “But Mr Bianchi…” she was ready
Rose woke up early as usual, feeling sadder than yesterday if that was even possible. Her shift started at 6 pm, and that gave her more than enough time to get into the mood to face her colleagues, and go back to the hectic routine of the clinic. It also naturally gave her the time to drop by the vet’s clinic, and check on her precious Mey. After taking a long shower, during which she cried, as she recalled that her little kitten wouldn’t be able to walk, she got dressed and decided to leave her place at once. She was eager to see Mey, but also worried about her despite Flora’s reassurance the day prior. She arrived at Dr Cooper’s clinic at 7:30 am, and was glad to find Melissa, a receptionnist she was cool with. Tears stung her eyes as she asked in a strangled voice, “Good morning. Can I please see Mey?” Melissa offered her a bleak smile before she greeted her back amiably, “Good morning, Rose. It is so good to see you. What happened to your little one?” “She was run over,” an
Having a fun day? Roman typed the words, and hit send before he even thought his text through. Rose wasn’t even online, but he felt the need to reach out to her. And yet, instead of opening the conversation with something more mundane, like the weather or whatever, he chose to make such a big mistake, knowing full well the kind of day she had. She had cried her heart out in Flora’s arms as Mey was undergoing surgery, only to learn later that her little kitten had lost the ability to walk. How could her day be any fun? There was no option to delete the text once sent, and he decided to own up to his words anyway. He was a fucking mafia boss, and he shouldn’t be so shaken up by the mere act of trying to seduce a woman. Admittedly, it had been years since his last try. Women always flocked to him, and he never really had to, save for that girl back in high school – the goody two shoes who hadn’t wanted to mingle with a bad boy like him. I know my day was all work and no play, he so
Roman had never felt the drive to kill someone who didn’t hurt or betray his business or family. He also barely cared about any outsider really, save for Flora whom he considered family at the end of the day… And yet, he couldn’t keep the edge off his voice when he asked through the phone, “How is Rose?” “Not in the best shape, boss,” the words made him still. Sure, the kitten was in surgery, but did that mean Rose was hurt as well? He didn’t know the details, and he hated that with passion. Hell, he would have preferred to be the one to go along with Flora, but he knew that would make for an awkward situation. “She was sobbing in Flora’s arms.” Roman grunted in relief and kept listening. “Mey lost the ability to walk,” Stefan went on. “I haven’t told her yet.” “Find the culprit and break his legs,” Roman commanded dispassionately, though his simmering anger was almost palpable. “On it,” Stefan’s response was immediate. And without further ado, Roman hung up, as per usual. He
After placing the groceries on the counter of her place, Rose went straight to Maria’s apartment. And even though Maria greeted her with a smile, Rose felt that things were slightly off. She could totally understand Maria’s anger though, for she had not replied to her texts, a couple of days ago. She had not wanted to lie to her more than she already had. “How have you been, sweetheart?” Maria still opened the door wider for her. Rose hugged her at once, and let out a strangled, “I missed you.” Mey came, mewling, and asking for attention, and Rose crouched down without hesitating and hugged her little kitten. At first, Mey purred in her arms and nuzzled her face lovingly, and Rose breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been worried her kitten would feel neglected and thus get angry, but it appeared that she didn’t. Soon, Mey jumped out of her arms, and walked out of there daringly. She was being playful, and even though Rose called for her, all smiles, Mey ran down the stairs. Ro
The ten days were up. Rose finally had the pleasure to tell Roman Bianchi that morning in a confident drawl, “And my work here is done.” He let out a noncommittal grunt, before saying, “The money will be in your account by 3 pm, this afternoon.” “I appreciate it,” she nodded curtly at him. Another grunt, and as always, he walked out on her without further ado. He left without so much as a goodbye, not that she expected anything of the sorts, even though her fragile heart had been hopeful. Stefan was the one to see Rose out of the base, with the same red blindfold, insisting that it was necessary to keep their people safe. But seeing as Rose expected nothing less, she didn’t argue. She had a lopsided smile on her face as the fresh breeze hit her face. Even though she had come for a job, not just an ordinary one, and had to deal with the most peculiar patient ever, she could say she would keep good memories out of it… especially her memories with the sweet Flora. Going back to h
Rose was on her bed, just about ready to start reading, when there was a knock on the door. She was confused for a moment there, knowing the mafia boss’ condition had improved greatly. There should be no causes for concern. But then again, he was the mafia boss... Could he have decided he had been abstinent more than enough and hurt himself again? That was the first possibility that came to her mind. After all, though she tried to be normal around his people, she knew she didn’t belong, and thus didn’t try to mingle more than she had to, and couldn't for life of her guess who was at the door. She opened the door, and was visibly surprised to see both Stefan and Naomi. The woman had a disgruntled look on her face, as if she didn’t want to be here. Rose was dying to tell her she didn’t care for her either, but thought it was best not to push her luck. Then, something totally unexpected happened. Stefan nudged Naomi, and this latter had tears of humiliation in her eyes as she said