Chapter Forty

"You look cute when you're in sleep."

Smile. God, she always came in my dream calling me for help but today she's talking to me.

"Mmmm..." She laughed and the glow ran on her cheeks.

"Now you're looking super cute. Get up, you're getting late." Wait. What? My eyes open suddenly and sharp light hits my eyes. Rose standing in front of me with a smile. What am I doing in her home? No... she's here in my room.

"What? Surprised? Because today is your birthday." Her voice rings throughout the whole apartment when she speaks. I'm shocked because of what happened yesterday, I thought she was never going to come. I get up and slide out of bed.

"What are you doing here?" My voice is a little harsh.

"Told you it's your birthday so happy birthday Ronald. I know my wish came after Jessie but it's okay." She doesn't know her wish is always first. In those years I forgot how to feel when someone wished for you. Why is she here? Don't know how much I hurt her.

"I hate birthdays." She stood in front of the glass door and blocked all the shine. Jesus someone told her she's an angel. Her everybody part came into view when the light crossed her clothes. Don't look at her. Her eyes are red because she's crying.

"But then... what about this?" A little box she's holding is wrapped with white paper. What's this? Now it makes me mad. Fuck stil act like a child after watching gift.

"Not interested." Getting up I grab my tablet and start checking emails but my eyes are still on her hand. She even brought me a present.

"Fine. If you don't want to see..." Why am I curious about that? If something precious... She's walking here and there holding that little box.

"Rose go, you're distracting me." Leave the gift here.

"Do you know?" Again her annoying smile.

"What?"

"I make special pancakes for you." Pancakes are my weakness and she knows very well. Her special meaning is blueberries.

"Not interested."

"Last time."

"If you're not going then I'll call.." She laughed and came running to me.

"Happy birthday." My hands came into action so suddenly when her body landed on mine. Fuck what the hell she's doing? All of sudden she planted a kiss on my cheek and left. She left the box in my lap. A simple kiss left an unexpected effect. My eyes are just on the box. What did she give me? A simple kiss makes my heart drop. My curiosity died when I found some photographs. It's me... wait what? I thought it was lost but she stole it...

I remember when she found out some girls took my photo and she didn't want anyone to admire me. She stole every photo. She shows me photos for once and after it's gone. She lied to me but now I understand where they went. First picture of me shirtless on the lake. Every girl wants to see me naked that's why... second picture during a workout, third picture of us where she's sitting in my lap. She likes this place. After seeing the next picture a laugh cracked from inside.

"Seriously Rose." I remember when we took that picture. She kept insisting that I take pictures at night under the stars. I told her we were going to be invisible in the picture and it looks dark. Where are we? For another next hour, I just keep watching and repeating. It's the best gift before we separate.

"Happy birthday sir." Theo came inside my room and wished me.

"Thank you Theo but you know I hate my birthday." He nodded.

"Sir Miss Rose insists on me coming inside. I'm sorry...."

"No! It's okay...."

"It's the first time I saw you happy on your birthday. Every year..."

"Every year is not the same as this year. I hate it but today I don't know....." The picture gives me a warm vibe after such cold memories.

It looks so rubbish eating your favorite pancakes like a child in front of your security head. I know that bastard is laughing at me. So I told him to sit and eat with me.

"Any information?"

"No sir. We check the phone but there's no other number on the contact list. Just your Jessie and Brooks. Some incoming and outgoing but they are work-related." We need her phone for checking. I want to know about her but it looks like she's nothing. No email, no contact, no bank account. What is she?

"So that means she came here two years ago alone without anything. Where's another phone?" He gave me a new phone in which we added some tracking system for her. She's in my control so I want...

"You can go now." After breakfast, I came inside to change my clothes when I saw another gift with my clothes. She chose my clothes for today. No one ever did that. It's my first time.

"What's now?" A slip with a White Rose on the box.

'For you'

What's inside? Unwrapping the box I found a red tie. She inspected my wardrobe. I know there's no red color and its combination with green.

"What are you doing Rose?" Wearing green with red my looks shining. Why not try red? Walking out from the Elevator Theo's eyes land on my tie.

"You're looking, handsome sir."

"I know." Reaching the office all-around with just birthday wishes makes my head hurt. The phone calls and cards it's frustrating.

"Stop if you're going to wish me." Giving a warning to my secretary, and I entered inside. Why is everyone so excited about my birthday? My phone is buzzing on the table. I ignored it for once, but then again.

"What?"

"At least let me wish you."

"Not interested." Well, she said nothing more, so I cut off the phone. Why does everyone remember my birthday? What the fuck?

"Come inside." I called my secretary. She came inside.

"What's that? I told you without signing, don't you dare to give me the file."

"But sir, Mrs. Laura rejected your plan again." Why does she keep rejecting my plan, and on the other side, she's throwing company money at shitty people?

"Go." I picked up my phone and called my mother. Well, she forgot about my birthday again. One side is Rose, who's running around me and looking at my mother, not even interested in the day she gave me birth. If it's also special for her, then why?

"Mom, why did you reject my plan?"

"It's my choice, and we're not going to waste our money on some miserable people." God, why's she not understanding the benefits?

"Mom, they worked for us. If we gave them some more,

"I'm the boss, Ronald, keep in mind." She cut off the phone. What? The words kill me again. It's the first time she said that. Now I understand my level here. She never gave me credit.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Huh? What? I'm fine." He knows very well because he's the one who sends files to Mom every time. My mom never understood my dreams. I came here just because of her. My place is somewhere else. My whole mood spoiled in one second.

During work, I just keep thinking about workers' families and their children.

"Sir, someone sends flowers for you." Red roses and a box again. Same as Rose gave me before. Who sent it? Jessie? Mom?. I take it and open the box. Wait! Seriously...

"Put the roses in a vase." When she was gone, I just stared at the thing in the box. Why do I want her to hold me again today? Why do I want something different with her today? Now taking my phone, I called her. Theo already gave her the phone that I bought.

"You steal it."

"Sorry." It's the red rose she gave me when she confessed her love to me.

"I thought... it's lost." The memories covered me again in love.

"You deserve happiness. It's for you. Remember when I confessed my love?"

"And you run in a hurry. But I stop you, and god, you're looking so red. Your face is so warm and red with blush."

"And then you kissed me for the first time." Those moments were the best. The first time I touched her lips as a simple touch, I pulled back. We were both alone in the garden. But then I dared and kissed her again. Her chest rose and fell, and for the first time, her body was so gorgeous in dim light. I dared again when my arms came around her body, and picking her up, I sat on the bench where we lost each other.

"You're so scared that I kissed you."

"Because it's my first kiss."

"I'm always wondering how your lips feel. Soft like your name." She cleared her throat.

"What? Does it make you feel hot?"

"I hope you like your gift. See you and happy birthday." She cut the phone, but my hands were still holding the phone. Why do I want to repeat our moments? I have enough free time, so why not spend it?

"Happy birthday, Mr. Ronald."

Fuck

What the hell is she doing here?