The night was still young. While Kiara was tracking down her future daddy, Rose was drinking the night away.
Ever since the accident at Kiss n stick club, Rose went to another well-known club called 'Dominate', it was was exclusively for VVIP's and deeper into the outskirt of the city. Luckily for her, nobody there knew of her identities and even if they knew. The club had a policy against breach of privacy. The club was also known to be sponsored by a group of gangs/mafias, which also made its name 'Dominate' well known.
To Rose, it was a good place to vent out her bottled emotions.
From where she sat, she watched the people downstairs through the one through mirror with a melancholy look. An empty bottle of Red label laid on the table, and a waiter soon arrived with a glass of 'sex on the beach'.
"Your drink, mistress." He had an expectant look in his eyes along with unsealed lust. He was a fine chap who appreciated what was appealing to the eyes and was willing to do anything to satisfy his urges. Rose was a rare specimen he had never seen before, she was as refreshing as her drink and ooze with raw sexuality.
Rose accepted the drink, then gave it a gentle twirl before taking a sip. To the waiter that watched this, he swallow heavily. That simple gesture had a stronger effect on him. It was exactly soft-looking and enchanting. It made his legs weak.
He once again swallowed hard just at the recollection of her action. It was torturous to any man.
"Is there anything else I can help you with? Mistress." Like a hungry wolf, he slurred gently, hunger laid dominant in his eyes. His action was pretty obvious. He was a man and wanted a taste of this finest wine in front of him.
Despite his seductive attempts, Rose still didn't look his way, her attention where it had been. It made the waiter become impatient and slightly unnerved. He considered the thought that his actions weren't obvious enough, so wanting too much to entice. He caressed the open bottom of his chest, which wasn't covered well due to the tightness of the shirt he had on. He played with the buttons in a teasing manner, an animalistic growl vibrating from his throat, his body swaying in a sexual dance.
"It will be my pleasure to please you in whatever way you like. My Mistress."
Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.
The waiter took her continuous silence as a good ahead, so he dropped his tray and proceeded to fully strip off his shirt. That was until Eric's loud growl startled him.
"Oh! There you are! I have been looking for you." There was a sharp bite in his tone. He said those words to Rose yet his eyes were glaring daggers at the waiter.
It was strong enough to get Rose's attention that had been focused elsewhere to gaze at him.
Although the waiter was struck by her outward beauty, the vibe Eric was sending him was enough to hold back his hunger.
'She will be back. They always come back, and alone next time.' he snorted inwardly with his bruised ego.
With those consoling thoughts, the waiter picked up his tray and walked out with his chin raised.
Eric watched the model-like waiter walk out with a black face, then he turned to the target with an even blacker face.
"How many times have I told you to always go Kiss n stick. If you love this club so much why don't you just buy it." He growled out angrily. Then when he recalled what he had just witnessed and the fact that she hadn't even done anything against the waiter. He couldn't help but grit his teeth harder in frustration.
What would have happened if he hadn't arrived just now? He knew Rose wasn't a Nun and she alone was enough honey to attract bees.
It was his greatest adversity. A huge part of him has always wanted to lock her at home so she wouldn't attract those bees. But alas! he couldn't do as he pleased.
"This club isn't worthy of my money."
"...."
Eric instantly became dumbfounded. Her response was so out of the norm, arrogant and self-evaluating.
'Err big boss, the club isn't worthy, yet you are here drinking and frolicking. Can you be any more accurate?!'
Eric stared down at her. He was waiting for her to elaborate more but instead, Rose ignored him and went back to gazing and sipping.
He let out a tired sigh, slumping down opposite hers.
"Let me call Daryl and let him know I've found you."
He instructed himself while cursing furiously in his heart. Then he reckoned maybe Daryl could help him.
'Maybe this more sensible person will know what to do.'
The line was picked at the third ring. Eric gave out their location and the time they might leave before he hanged up. Unknowingly to him the person he thought was also searching earnestly for Rose was laying in a relaxed posture in a private bar with loud bombing music and hardly dressed women dancing on poles and his lap.
He waited till the call diverted to his voicemail, before connecting the voice message to his Bluetooth. He typed a quick response in reply back, asking him to babysit the empress before opening another app and typing in some code.
Satisfied with the outcome, he tucked his phone back into his pocket before consuming himself fully into his environment.
If Eric were to know what he was doing, he would be so furious he might even puck blood.
Meanwhile, Eric stared at the beautiful golden goddess that had been immense in drinking and ignoring his existence. He couldn't help but sigh out deeply after recalling what day today was and how he was going to babysit her the entire night.
He sat down but couldn't help but reprimand her a little.
"Rose, can you like next time you want to have a drink, call me? I'm always up for drinking with you."
Rose dropped the empty bottle on the table. She folded her arms, before resting her chin on her palm. She stared at him with a hypnotizing gaze and rosy cheeks.
"Why?" She slurred out the words.
Eric felt troubled being stared at like that, but he could remove his eyes. He was compelled to reply to her even though he knew the answer himself. He was also worried because of the last time they some about her coming to a club alone to get unwind.
"Because it's not safe. I have told you this countless times, you are a woman so a lot of people will try to take advantage of you."
She let out a chuckle that had his brows scrunch up into a frown.
"Don't worry about that. I can take care of myself."
Of course, Eric knew that.
He knew that underneath that gentle face and slim body held hidden powers. He spared with her on a daily basis and is always ashamed to say that she always had his ass on the ground.
She's was an inspiration during the day but at night especially right now as she nurses her glass taking small sips with clouded eyes, he knew she was also human and vulnerable.
She was at her weakest at night, it was always like she becomes an entirely different person and that troubled him.
He wasn't too sure if he should be worried about men trying to take advantage of her or the fact that the cloth she wore was enough to lure them into a trap. A fatal one made by her.
He had to gulp slowly as his eyes slowly traced her slim figure package perfectly, a black little dress that held her small waist, below the waist was a circular diamond-studded design.
She oozed of allure, like a golden Egyptian cat.
Nowadays in the modern industry, most pearless beauties were fair in completion but Rose was a deep shade of gold, the type that was like pure silky gold. It was comparable with those fair peerless beauties or jade-like beauties. it was like a big deep of Elixir for the eyes of the beholder and those who appreciate brains behind beauty.
In every man's heart, there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
Everything has Beauty. The Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
"A dollar for a thought?" He tried to crack a joke to ease the tension building inside him. When that didn't work he decided to hit the nail on the head.
He wanted to understand.
"Listen, Rose, I get that it's your birthday and that you aren't that keen on celebrating today, but father's intentions were pure love. And don't you think it's time for you to let go?"
He always figured that her past had something to do with her hating her birthday. For the years he had known her, she was always particularly bitter on this day never wanting to celebrate it until today. The Rose in high school was the unattainable jade. She was cold to others, disciplined to herself but shows a great deal of affection to her friends.
Granted! It was these qualities that awaken her uniqueness and made him approach her, only it didn't last. He was young then and only felt accomplishment just dating her. Then when she proved her worth, winning the best science student award. he was slapped with the title sore loser. And ever since then, no one was able to approach her. She became the unattainable Jade.
And now here he was. Still, that sore loser was not able to speak what was in his heart.
So he concluded that since she broke her spell and celebrated it this year because of his father, it showed that she's ready to heal then she should let go of her past that had huge shackles over her.
From the corner of her eyes, Rose observed the self-appreciating look on Eric's face. She admitted to herself she felt warmth in her chest.
People like Eric were hard to find. He was loyal, observant, and..... Lovable.