Fuck
Is she dizzy?
Seriously?
On me
I immediately put her to bed after picking up her numb body in my arms and called Marcus. Did my seduction force her to pass out? But this isn't the first time I've spoken to her in that manner. Okay, fine, it's the first time since we met, but why?
As I sit by her side, my gaze is constantly drawn to her pallid face. She seems so different now. The finest part came when Olivia told me she was working for me, which was the first time I noticed my fury rising to such a high level. My mind was racing with ideas of how to weaken her.
My revenge is what I'm thinking, but she convinces me of her transformation in just one day.
Broken
Miserable
Scared
She always acts so frightened around me. I couldn't find a single smile on her face. What has become of her? She only says yes, sir, or no, sir. She always has me on the verge of losing control.
Her scent was terrible.
Her heart is full of icy
She is a gorgeous, stunning, and alluring woman. Her physique is flawless, yet the radiance and joy she exudes always fade. She quickly demonstrated to me how much our lives had changed throughout the years.
"Ronald!" Marcus' voice broke up my train of thought. He is out in the open, looking at us. Mar arrived. When I called him, he always responded. There is a past for us. He arrived and stopped right away.
"What happened to her?"
"She collapses."
"What happened?" He takes a seat and examines her.
"I stated that she was dizzy." He raised his brows and stopped looking at me.
"As you mentioned, I think I am aware that anything took place between you and her. So speak up and quit being so innocent." Why is he so furious at me? He rose up after two seconds had gone by.
Fuck
"I simply try to seduce her." Shit. Between Rose and me, he cast a glance. She is still unresponsive. I'm feeling the weight of my own shame right now.
"Are you seriously saying that? How could you even try? She works for you, and her life is... What? What is her life like?
"What?" He averted his gaze. He spoke in fragments, seeming as though he had stopped mid-sentence.
"Nothing, and please leave as I need to inspect her." What should I wait for?
"I am her boss."
"That was seducing her just moments ago. Ronald, I told you to leave."
"I didn't ever touch her. Never without her consent, and stop thinking in such a filthy way." He disregarded me and began examining her. I abandoned him. Is that what he's thinking—raping her? Asshole. Although we are not the same, to me, she is the rose.
My Rose
"She is fine and doing fine. That's all I had to say." and before I could even question him, he left. Fucker.
"Mar..." without taking my advice.
I hear Rose entering the office after fifteen minutes. She has a sorrowful, pale face, and when she views me with a different expression, I have the feeling that my heart stops.
A grin
"Do you feel better now?" Why is she causing me concern? She isn't my concern, but please help me quit beating my heart out of my chest for her.
Still
"Thanks; I'm fine now." What's next? I'm sorry I tried to seduce you. She came and joined me as I stood next to the window and looked outdoors. The view is very stunning. New York was completely enveloped in thick fog, and a strange kind of calm and quiet pervaded the city.
"Can I return home?" What? My face turns to face with her, but I don't look into her eyes; instead, I look at her lips. Motherfucker, don't look there. When she saw I was looking at her, she cleared her throat.
"Well, you wasted an hour, and we're working now to finish the task for today." Her expression suddenly sank, and she left without saying anything. What a void do we have between us? But what words do we need?
I'm here alone while she is in her office working. Jessie's dumb messages keep eating away at my brain. She wishes to speak with Rose.
"What Jess? I'm not.."
"I'd like to speak with her or have her phone number." If she wants my number, why is she calling me? Rose entered my office after waiting for twenty minutes. She has a full face and appears to have just left a funeral. Avoid asking.
Stop
"Do you eat?" She makes a head motion. Fuck. I guess I'm hungry too, just not for food. But my office door bursts open, and there she is before I take some orders.
"You ignored my messages. You're very rude! I said…" When she noticed Rose here, she quickly stopped talking.
"How are you, Rose? You look so different now." She already appears so frail. She says goodbye while looking at me.
"We're in the office, and you're aware of how I treat my staff."
"She's your Rose."
"She died years ago." When I yelled, Rose's eyes were big. They were both so stunned.
"Ronald.."
"Not right now, Jessie." She's currently trying my patience. Now that I've harmed Rose, she looks really bad. She feels it, but why? She is the one who gave me the exit order.
"Rose, please come and sit down." Both are seated far from me. I can't hear the calm, quiet voice of Jessie. Both of us were whispering something similar to how Jessie and I used to play.
"Tell me about your life, Rose."
"Okay, and since you're here, it should be interesting."
"When did you arrive? We often cross paths yet have never met." Rose turned aside when our eyes locked. I make an effort to focus on my work.
"I'm busy."
"With your partner. I was aware of it. Look at you; you're still lovely. Keep in mind the day a boy in your class asks you to marry him." She hid it from me. I'm not aware that the jerk is taking a chance behind my back.
"Jess, cut it out." Once more, Rose's eyes met mine, and I could see terror there. Anger erupted within me.
"How many men have you dated throughout this time?" I do want to hear it, yes. She is making every effort to end the conversation. I have a tight grasp on the pen.
"Okay, tell me how many guys you've kissed. When we kiss the one we love the most, I know it's beautiful." When we kiss, we can sense our love for one another so strongly. We maintain constant eye contact. With each phrase, her breath became more rapid. How many boys have you betrayed after me, Rose?
"Tell me about your special times, specifically your sex." In front of me, my sister is seriously discussing sexual life.
"How many males did you fuck?"
"Your favorite erection?"
"Your favorite position?"
"Jesus, Jessie, hold your tongue. Do you not realize I am here? How could you talk sex in front of your brother?" Rose is clearly uncomfortable in front of me, so I get frustrated and rise up. Okay, I want to know, but not in that manner.
"Like I was never present when you had sex in front of me." My mom never cared about me after we left the town, so my sister always runs around trying to stop me.
"My office, please."
"I know." I'm going to go crazy if she keeps chatting with me all the time. Change the subject and take action.
"Let's go to dinner, I said." She paused and gave me a startled look. She approached me while I was standing and examined my forehead.
"You want me to join you for dinner? Funny, I think. Do you need anything from me?" I grab my wallet and coat while rolling my eyes.
"What happened to Rose?"
"Take her."
We're seated in Jessie's pricey restaurant of choice. However, I can't stop wondering about Rose. Her eyes were sparkling and darting about like a baby who had just spotted something beautiful. What makes her so joyful? Her meal is unfinished.
"All right, gentlemen, let's converse now that you're not ignoring each other." She is back again. I folded my arms over my chest while leaving my spoon on the dish.
"Jessie, I believe there is nothing."
"Jess, yes, we have no choices at this time. The girl in front of me died with my love many years ago. How many boys does she choose for her game? I'll tell you. How many boys does she pick out of love or financial consideration, and when she is no longer satisfied, she kicks them out like she did with me?" Her eyes begin to shed tears in a shower-like fashion. Rose, I'm done.
"She's just a gold digger like everyone else, I guess. Because I'm poor, you ignored me and chose to prioritize money. Rose, look at us now. We're wealthy, and you work for me."
"Ronald, stop it." Though I made an effort, my rage broke down all barriers.
"Why? Since she is a friend of yours, You will experience the same sorrow and crying as I do for you every day and night in regard to your love, your family, and yourself." Finally, my voice pitch was so high that everyone turned to look at us. This is something I don't want to talk about. Fuck me. Why did my body lose all control after remembering how she had betrayed me?
"Ronald, you create a big dra..."
"I appreciate the dinner. I had to leave." I'm sitting here watching her walk away like a fool without saying goodbye or even looking me in the eyes.