Chapter Eighteen

"Pardon me?" I instantly stand up and begin to walk, but he stops me by holding my hand.

"Easy girl! Take a seat. You don't appear good." I don't feel safe with him because no one is looking at us. His character is distinct from his appearance. I can't really comprehend."I've never met you. Why are you helping me?"

"That isn't the issue. Why does Laura want to harm you?"

"Why do you believe that?"

"You need to eat something first, so feel free to keep it from me." Then comes the invitation to congregate for the subsequent meeting. What? The time for eating is done. In bewilderment, I open and close my mouth.

"Your time is up, sorry. Who will take the notes if you aren't in the room?" Still in my hand was his cozy hand. I never held a man's hand. His skin is as massive and silky as mine.

"However, I didn't." He stood up, let go of my hand, and entered. No one moves from their seats, but he approaches the announcer and speaks. He initially shakes his head before nodding again.

"Well, we need some time for that since we have a dilemma." There are low whispers everywhere. Ronald notices the murderer's gaze. Gods never stand in a straight line.

"Let's enjoy our food." He sat with me while placing an order for some light fare. Everyone but Ronald was engaged in conversation. He is observing us in pain and rage. His jaw was so rigid that it felt like it was internally breaking bones.

"Ignore that jerk. You are never worthy of him." I begin eating while avoiding Brooks' conversation. He keeps bringing up Laura, hurting me.

"How did you come to know Ronald?"

"We used to be the best of friends. But then he fucks my girlfriend." My spoon comes to an end in the middle. Oh, I see now that Ronald is a man-slayer. He even fucked in retaliation.

"He is not a bad man. He began laughing out loud."

"So you already developed feelings for him." What? No? I chuckle and blot my mouth.

"Look at how lovely that blush is. His Rose, you are. I am aware of your past, but he gave me his account; now it's your turn." It's you, Ronald.

"Never does he experience what he wants. Always quiet but speaking a lot. He is not my friend. We require some separation between us." Why is Ronald the subject of our conversation, and why does he fuck his girlfriend?

"I'm not his rose." We're currently in a new phase of a new life."

"We're at it again. Once more for each other." My confused mouth shut again. He is extremely familiar with us.

"I am aware of your relationship with Ronald. He really cares about you. He requires a small push."

"I don't want him in my life, and we aren't together." He glanced at Ronald with a twitching mouth and small eyes. What is he up to?

"Seriously?"

"Yes." After our little talk, he left, but I still know a little about him. He is not who he appears to be. He treated Ronald as though he were a buddy.

After dinner, our evening is uneventful. When the meeting is finished an hour later, everyone makes their way to their rooms, with some going to the bar.

"Good night, M.."

"What are you discussing with him? You don't understand the corporate world; take a glance. Keep your distance from them, especially him." He is not suitable for you. What?

"I am aware of what is good and harmful for me, Mr. Ronald. Second, who I'm talking to and about what is none of your business. So don't interfere with my business." As I spoke, his nostrils started to flare. When I offered him an unexpected response, he detested it. His face became closer as he moved closer to mine.

"I detest when others take what is mine. I can take what's mine at any cost." He went with that girl after giving me a warning. Laura gave me a bitch grin as she gazed at me. I entered my room like a burning body, disregarding everything. He is back with the same woman. Oh my God, I would have killed that girl if it were me.

I undress and take a chilly shower out of irritation.

"How could he? He warned me to keep my distance from him like I was a child." Why am I acting like such a fool? I try to sleep, but once more, his thoughts of her are on my mind. Things that were dirty kept appearing. Later, when I was sleeping, someone knocked on my door.

Who is that?

"I..." Laugh, Ronald, "Me, your."? What is he doing now? His body landed heavily on me when I opened the door. It happened so quickly that my hand moved. I make a small effort to prod him to stand.

"Mr. Ronald, you're inebriated."

"Like, I have no idea..." You are the reason I drink. He briefly stood before advancing toward me once more. Oops. For me?

"Why me?"

"You favor him over me. Now you are grinning beside him. So maybe I make you feel like Brooks when I'm drunk." He is laughing while speaking really loudly. He looks messed up and is clearly intoxicated. I dragged him inside while inhaling deeply before someone noticed us. He is beaming broadly as he sits on the bed.

"What's with the smile?"

"I'm being poked by your nipples; why?" Shit! I don't have a bra on. When I try to hide, he laughs.

"I believe you should leave." He makes a frown and shakes his head. Wait.

"Are you alright?" He dashes into the restroom and throws before I can react. What a night, good. Until his stomach feels better, he tosses. When he immediately stood up, his palm accidentally touched the shower, causing water to spray everywhere. It's going to be a memorable night now, which is good.

"Rain.." Seriously? He is so inebriated that he cannot distinguish between rain and a bathroom shower. We both completely passed out, and I'm shaking terribly.

"You're too wet for me, I see." He lacks some manners. I shoved him outside while rolling my eyes, but to no avail. He takes a seat by the bathtub.

"We should go outside. Nothing."

"I like you here. We are engaging in some inappropriate behavior together in the same washroom." My back touches the shower wall as he approaches me. He put his hand on my chest, and I literally fell to the ground in shock. Just now, did he touch me?

"I.. Ronald."

"Yes." We were being splashed with water, but the heat felt warmer than the cold.

"Stop it." My legs are becoming flimsy. Now that I'm one of them, he has an extremely negative effect on girls. He sits while increasing his distance. Good, I'm freezing once more.

"I can't treat you that way, Ronald. You must assist yourself." As I wait for him to move, he begins shaking terribly rather than rising. He needs to remove his clothing right now, by God.

"You must remove your garments, Ronald."

"Yippee, we're having sex." He quickly starts taking his buttons off. What the hell am I doing, God?

"We aren't. Let's just get dressed and go to bed." His damp hair is falling in little drops, giving him a flushed appearance. I adore his current appearance. I'm falling for him so effortlessly, and he attracts me.

I'm tripping over myself.

"You're so boring."

"I'm grateful." Now, what can I do? I have no clothing here, yet I can't leave him unattended like that. He is hardly able to stand.

"Okay, let's go now." I begin removing his garments one by one. His shirt came after his coat.

"Ronald stood up." He followed orders but then landed on me.

"I'm not able to do anything, so Ronald, get up." Immediately after opening his heavy, sleep-filled eyelids, the man stands up and removes his pants. Thank God, but I was left standing there and concentrating on his physique.

A Greek god, he is. Hard and packed chest. When he turns, every muscle tenses. Because I am aware of this, I place my hands behind my back. I am aware that this is bad for us. Okay, last cloth. I wrapped his lower torso with a towel.

"Ronald, give me two minutes, then go to sleep." He nods and smiles foolishly. I kneel down and take a deep breath. He's grinning and playing with my hair once again. Hold on.

"Ronald, don't even think about it."

"Wh.. what? You had the same thought, naughty girl. You're also considering my co."

"Be quiet." My hands begin to tremble a lot. In my entire life, I have never done that. Please don't look up, but I'm unable to control myself. I'm raising my hands like I'm looking for something in the dark. He makes one laugh.

"Hey, that spot is ticklish."

"Ronald, I feel anxious. Please stop whatever you are doing. I have to pay attention."

"What for?"

"Remember, we're pulling your clothing off." But when he does it by himself, it goes so effortlessly. Good.

"All, look!"

"Yes, thank you." He stops me as I begin to stand up.

"Your lips are nice." Again, here we are. I start to stand up while rolling my eyes, but my feet unexpectedly slip and my hands grab something.

"Ouch."

No

No

Shit