Thoughts my lovelies? Much love, Larose Semsem
Roman had trouble clearing his mind of Rose’s innocent and yet expectant look, as she asked him how she looked, how she smelled, even as he looked out the window of the car.He didn’t hesitate to tell her that he might just ravage her at La Duchesse, even though he ached to take her in the car again. He had promised her breakfast, and he was going to honor his promise.He was then mildly taken aback as she asked him why he called her butterfly.“Can’t I?” He retorted, a smirk stretching his lips, as he turned to look at her.“That was not the question,” she pouted at him.Those plump red lips were inviting him, and making it harder and harder to keep a cool head on his shoulders.“You’re too smart for your own good,” he chuckled.“And you’re deflecting, Roman,” she quipped, her lips pursed, as she squinted her eyes a little.“Touche,” he agreed with a nod. Then, looking her square in the eyes, he let out, “the first time I met you, I thought you were like a bee. The busiest bee in tha
Rose realized that they actually hadn’t stopped at La Duchesse.They were at a spa — a very exclusive spa she had only ever dreamt of — and Roman tilted his head, silently telling her to go in.She knew she didn’t look like she could afford the spa either, and she worried her bottom lip for a brief moment there.“I… I don’t think…” she began to protest, only for her concerns to be dismissed.Roman walked ahead of her, and she found herself following him in haste, as if afraid to be left behind… Admittedly, she had yet to get a taste of his temper. And as she limped forward, she refused to let this day be the day she did.Entering the luxurious place, the first thing that came to her attention was that there was no one around, save for the staff. Rose frowned ever so slightly, wondering for a split-second if she had read wrong. But then again, there was only one spa called La Beauté around here, and this was it.“Welcome, Mr Bianchi,” one of the women let out, a soft smile on her face.
Daniel was among the following shift’s team, and he didn’t fail to tell Rose, an easy smirk stretching his lips, “Well, ain’t you glowing?”Rose, being her usual timid self whenever it came to such matters, couldn’t help the blush that threatened to cover her whole. She also shot him a glare with no heat, which only seemed to make him chuckle.“Gotta go,” she declared in a soft tone of voice, after she was done relaying everything regarding the new patients, as she felt her phone’s vibration in her pocket.She knew already who it was. She also knew that Roman hated any and all disruptions where his schedule was concerned.He was rather particular about time and punctuality, and she wasn’t quite ready to test him.Exiting the clinic’s building in haste, her eyes found a sleek black car which she guessed was one of his.She checked her phone at long last, and on her screen was a text that said: Waiting for you outside.The window rolled down in the back, and a deep drawl soon reached he
When Rose arrived at the clinic, she knew things were going to be hectic. Her night shifts at the ER were rarely anything but chaotic.Heavens, she could already hear two ambulances blaring their way.She barely had enough time to change before she reported to the ER.“You’re in triage, Rose,” Layla, an older nurse whom she respected, let out at the sight of her.Layla, was not just an older nurse though, she was the one who usually took of the dangerous mafia boss who had come to mean so much to Rose.“Sure,” Rose nodded, and got to work without delay.The paramedics soon filed in, bringing in an unconscious woman, who looked like she had the most unpleasant encounter ever.A white lab-coat was covering her, and upon inspecting her, while listening to the paramedics, Rose had the scare of her life.“We found Scarlett Morny, battered and raped, in her own home,” the way the words were spoken were ominous. “And the only reason why we had been called in was because the neighbors had cal
Roman sought Flora early that evening. Right there, in the kitchen where she rarely allowed people in, they discussed important matters.“You were right, Fi,” he said in earnest the moment he sat down. “She is indeed quite the fit for me.”“Rose isn’t just a pretty face,” she retorted in a soft tone of voice.The words, albeit simple in nature, seemed to hold a subtle warning. She was telling him not to mess this up in her own sweet motherly way, and Roman merely nodded at her.Flora placed a cup of chamomille tea in front of him, which he grabbed almost immediately, revelling in its warmth.“You finished off that coward, I hope?” Then came her question.Roman could bet everything he owned that Flora had heard from the overly talkative Enzo — the guy needed to be taught a lesson — how Rose’s pathetic date had blown up at her… And that explained her annoyance.“I did,” he assured. “I came here, asking for a favor.”“You only need to say the word, young master,” her eyes twinkled with s
The letter Rose wrote was meant for her father. A man whom she had loved dearly but whom she could no longer rely on. A man who had once filled her life with joy and giggles, only for his loss to hit harder than ever.I write to you, dad, because I need to voice out my thoughts about a few things… And it is only you whom I can entrust with my secrets. I have always been a little daddy’s girl, and it seems that even in death this hasn’t changed… not that I complaining. This entanglement with a renowned mafia boss should have never happened. I was only meant to be his nurse. And yet, I was drawn to his cold calculating eyes. I was intrigued by his charisma and unyielding personality. It is no wonder that I lost my composure and allowed the unthinkable to happen. It is an absolute sight for sore eyes to see his eyes lose their cold touch, whenever they settle on me, during our most intimate moments… Ew! Yes, I know. I know you wouldn’t want to hear about this… So, let’s not go there.