Dark
Cold
Colorless
Faint
She is curled up on my lap.
"Theo faster."
"Sure, sir." What is going on with her? Her movements and respiration were erratic and tense. Her body's snake-like movement while panting severely caused her to escape my arms. She simply drinks God.
"She has been drugged, Mr. Ronald." What?
"How do you know?"
"It's a substance that was used at a club for sex. It gives them strength." She keeps caressing me so much that she wants something from me because of this. What can I do?
"Rose, please calm down."
"Sir, I believe."
"Be quiet! I can't abuse her in that way."
"I apologize, but sometimes it eats people alive. When they can't manage it, some people pass away. I apologize, sir, but you must continue to call her in with anything." He's messing with my head. That is not how it is. Marcus might know because it seems like I'm taking advantage of her. As soon as he can, Theo drives me home. Marcus was waiting for me when I arrived at our flat, so I took her there in my arms. She is out of control in my hands.
"Rose, just this once, stop it." When Marcus helped her sit, she resisted and began trying on men. Jesus.
"What happened?" She grasped his hand as he checked her. Fuck. She accepts the chair next to my hands. She has a murmur in her voice.
"I said..."
"She was given drugs by someone. Recall that this club was involved in a situation last time where a girl passed away from a heart attack. They made money by selling the drug. Now she's also one of them." We turned to face Theo at the same time.
"How do you know?"
He is correct.
"No! She's not one of them, no... She won't pass away. You're a doctor; do something." Hearing such statements suddenly caused me to become anxious.
"Trust me, sir, and follow my instructions. I'll take you home, Mr. Marcus, so come." Theo drives him away. But I was focused on her physique. Her entire body is aflame. On her parched lips, her tongue ran.
"I'm unable to accomplish it."
"Ronald, oh god, please." She seemed to be holding back as she gripped the sheet tightly. What if she... as I am unable to?
"Rose." She doesn't even acknowledge my name. I sat next to her and turned out the light because I had already made a promise to her. I undressed and climbed into bed with her. She pulls me towards her and begins kissing me before I can react. I already know where it's headed; what the hell? She came running to me because she sensed that something was wrong. She was aware that someone had put pills in my drink.
The wildest night I could have ever imagined was last night. She broke through her shell. I saw a distinct rose. Frank and sensual When we have sex, she closes in on me. For the first time, she feels at home in her body. Why does she seem so anxious even when we're sober? I can hear her sobbing.
"Sir." Theo is standing with Jenna, whom he chose per my request. She sleeps wearing a nightgown, always short and naked, exposing herself to others.
"Ronald..."
"Sheee... lower your voice; she's sleeping, and I don't want her to awake. After so much sex, she is exhausted." Her big, drowsy eyes were blazing with rage.
"You fucked her?" Her lips were touched, and I told her to keep quiet. Every time she attempts to reach out to me in rage, Theo pushes her back against the chair.
"You are suffering. You may try, but you fail." I press her against the chair while taking her throat in my fist as she tries to open her mouth.
"Jenna, you prepared so beautifully. I had advised you not to touch me or attempt to manipulate it, but..." She's having trouble breathing, as seen by her racing eyes and movement. Excellent, since I want to demonstrate to her my awe and strength.
"R.."
"Last night, she was struggling like that."
"She's …"
"Ronald."
When I hear her voice, I let go of my grip. I turned to see her standing in my shirt, her skin gorgeously disheveled and pink. Because of how firm they were, her nipples protruded from the shirt. Why do I want her again, God? The scars on my body are a nighttime narrative. Now she is not wearing anything else underneath the shirt, as evidenced by the light streaming from behind her, and Theo is also outside.
"Inside Rose. Don't make me say it again." After seeing her, my attitude changed.
"Don't hurt her."
"Inside." I reclaim my hand as she dashes inside.
"Bring her home. She has enough for today."
"You will be paid for it." She got angry and fled the flat. Rose reentered the room, her eyes wide with terror.
"I'm very sorry, I swear. I know why you asked me to enter the room."
"Sore or not?" She is positioned next to the glass in the sunshine.
"Sore." I have no idea how she is feeling, good or bad. Yet at this moment, she is only focusing on mine.
"Your clothing is right here. Come outdoors after changing." Her hands are trembling, and her eyes are on the ground as she takes the box from my hands.
"And visit my restroom." Because I am emotionless and cannot sense her pain, I left her alone. I wait for her while she is seated in a chair. Why the hell did she drink that?
"Breakfast for Mr. Ronald."
"Yes." We both spotted a fresh female standing with a lot of blush on her face after someone cleared her throat. She looks amazing, by God. She always looks good in red. A red coat with black pants.
"Breakfast is ready; come."
"I... I'm running behind." When she gave me the response, I paused in the middle.
"It's a command."
The table is where we both sit. Around me once more, she is so uncomplicated. A tight fist on one hand and a hand in the lap on the other is not appropriate body language. All eyes are on the desk. I instructed my caretaker to leave when breakfast was served.
"Eat." Nothing. However, I begin to eat while her mind is still clouded with ideas.
"If you're remembering last night, you'll probably pass out until we fuck. If you do not arrive as soon as possible, we are currently making preparations for your funeral. This makes it necessary for you." When her eyes met mine, shame flooded through.
"What transpired? Have I taken any action?" I put down my fork.
"Many kisses, yes. Eat now." I value her energy more at the moment. After last night, her health is more essential because she appears frail. I halt when she begins to eat. Really hungry?
"Rose last time you ate..." The plate was hit by her spoon. Really?
"When?" Her eyes are moving about as though she were counting the days. Fuck.
"Oh, Tuesday."
"Today is Thursday. Are you insane? Why don't you eat, I ask?"
"I forget." Her final utterance was silent. She is now enraging me.
"Eat." While she eats, she nods. I went into the kitchen after getting up and chopped some fruit. I took them out and put them in front of her after filling the glass with fresh juice.
"Finish this." She turned to gaze at me, then at the fruits, with big eyes.
"It's a lot. I.."
"Finish and leave." I went inside and left her there. She's not eating; why? She is the only one who forgets to eat.
Goddamn it. I take out my phone. Marcus received a message asking for a drink. Should you ask her? She won't talk to me about what, exactly? Why do I take care of her? When I went outside, there was no food left. Good.
"Sir."
"Go and wait for Rose. I can travel by myself." When I sat on the chair in front of her, he was already gone.
"Are you taking a pill?" Red lips smirk and frown.
"No." My body started to shake as a whisper arrived. Which level of me is she affecting?
"After that, start taking your pills. I detest condoms now, after last night. If you'd like, I can set up a meeting."
"No. I mean, I can go alone." Again, silence descended around us. She clears her throat and stands when no one speaks.
"I appreciate the clothing. I can return to you after washing."
"I have no desire to dress in women's clothing." When I lean over to pick up the coat, my body freezes.
Unbelievable