Chapter Nineteen

I'm still sitting on the floor in disbelief while he snores loudly while sleeping. I'll never forget what the hell just happened in the restroom. Even if I'm trying to stifle my passionate feelings, the thought has already taken over my heart or head.

He is so enormous that I can touch him. When I feel him on my fingers, my eyes flit there. He is a soft, thick man. I felt his hiss somewhere deep inside of me. What is that feeling, God? He repeatedly instructed me to do more. I want it, but I can't. I don't know what happened, but the towel opened and his underwear fell to the ground as soon as my hands touched his underwear. Staring at me with enormous manhood."Stop, Rose." I said. Yet that scene plays in my head every time I close my eyes. At that point, the seat was still damp. He must have done something since my legs felt slick. Ignore it and end this topic now. After getting up, I dressed and left. He is making a lot of noise. Is he awake?

"Rose... I..."

"Now, what?" He turned and gave me a sleepy-eyed stare.

"Join me, please." What is he inviting me to? He's naked on the bed, so please stay put. What if you and he had a disagreement?

"No, I'm fine right here." Crap! His face dropped. I sat on the bed next to him without deliberation and despite my own resistance. When his hand reached out to yank my leg, he had another strategy in mind.

His strong, naled, and gorgeous body was placed over mine as my body rested on the bed.

"I believe you need..." I stopped breathing as he put his head on my chest to get closer.

No

Please don't touch me there. On my chest, it feels like a million tiny rockets have gone off. I was once again left in the dark, and nobody even made an effort to find me. Every time I breathe, there is another blast. I try to elude detection by moving left and right under his body.

"Rose, I despise Brooks." Which is that? Right now, all I can hear is his voice. In the dark, I search for him, but I can't find him. My hands grabbed hold of him, and I could smell him somewhere, but where?

"Get up, will you please?"

Which is that? Right now, all I can hear is his voice. In the dark, I search for him, but I can't find him.

"Yep, I despise him for that fuckup because he's attempting to take what's mine."

"Ro.." Get up, please.

"You're mine. He said.

"Ron, I'm having trouble breathing." My body used up every breath trying to find him. I had to leave right away.

"Can you please let me go?" His bulky, nude body sways back and forth before landing on his side once more.

"Here." My flesh was lightly stroked, and an arm formed a trap-like circle around it. Has he just touched me? His touch sent me into a tailspin of despair. He keeps dragging me upward.

"You and I should sleep together right away. Open your beautiful eyes and look at mine." I opened my eyes and looked into his emerald eyes. I lost a tear in the process. His eyes have the radiance of lush, gorgeous vegetation.

"Why tear?" He wipes away my tears with his thumb. Like magic, something is taking place. For the first time, I'm actually grinning. the foundation of love. Ronald is to blame. Adding even another tear...

"N... nothing, Ronald."

"Rose, I feel myself falling for you. Everything that my heart craves is you." My heart is pounded by his final words like a pin. It hurts so much. Once more, he is falling for me. This is bad. How am I acting?

"Good night." His head was on my chest as he dozed off. The sound of our breathing is really loud.

Our heartbeats

My eyes opened the following morning to the ringing of my phone in chilly surroundings. Nothing but blank sheets exist. He left me just like I had previously done. Ronald has left. When? Had he lost all of his clothes? My phone won't quit ringing. Ronald is here.

"He.."

"Come downstairs if your beauty sleep is finished; I'm waiting for a meeting." It's after nine, so my eyes are enormous. I'm running behind schedule. We arrived at the meeting late.

"Shit!"

"Yes....now." I get up and get ready for the meeting much more quickly. The previous time, I ran while checking everything but stopped.

Wait

Why do I look so hot and red? God's late-night drama is still playing in my head. Hold it! While running, I look up at the lobby and...

"Again, easy, lovely." My body landed on a hard surface.

"Sorry." It's Brooks, not something else. A fresh bloom has a clean scent. wonderful as usual. Although we both fell, my body hit him first.

"Not me."

"But I'm." When I turned to glance back, a hand came to assist, and Ronald's eyes caught mine. My gosh! No, thank you.

"Yes, Miss Rose, I believe you should act responsibly around guys. You'll have to abandon your plans." What?

"I... just..." A low mumble came from my side as I shook my head.

"Stop trapping the wealthy." In my body, a large bubble of wrath rises. How could he? He must be insane to think such a thing about me.

"Ron, act properly. She's not like that, as you know." Brooks is ignored by Ronald, who continues on.

"I'm talking with my secretary, who keeps trying to find a way to trap someone again." I have no idea who is in front of me. A son who is a puppet or a person who confessed to himself last night.

"Mr. Ronald, please. I'm not like that, as you know." With each stinging phrase, he tightened his hold on my arm. He is causing me great mental and bodily pain.

"I'm showing you your place since I know you very well." When Brooks pulls me along behind him, Ronald and Brooks are now face-to-face.

"Enough, Ronald; just keep in mind that I'm always with her. If you think she's alone here, think again. You can leave the room after one more touch with her." Everyone who is standing looks at us. What a major drama this is! The paparazzi begin to take pictures.

"Please everyone watching us." I spoke mumblingly.

"Why are you giving her time, Ronald? Let her carry out her current plan. I warned you that she resembles her father."

"Laura!" Every wall is broken by my voice when it leaves my mouth. Everyone looked on in disbelief. How dare she say such things? Please try not to cry...

"We both know how my dad is, and if I'm anything like him, I'll be the happiest girl alive because he puts the needs of the family before himself. He is the world's greatest father." Ronald moves backward before leaving.

"You're going to pay for that." Her ashamed gaze darted towards them. She is aware that Ronald never felt sorry for my father, even if his final words were quite painful.

Our meeting begins and concludes here. Ronald keeps tapping the pen on the table as if he's having trouble. Still as hard as a stone, Laura. Ronald and I occasionally crossed paths, but he looked away so quickly. Yet he's constantly making an effort to speak. Does Laura realize the kindness my dad has shown her? She was very egotistical.

"After my work is finished, I may email you the details." I'm done now. I gather everything off the table and head towards my room.

"Rose, hold on a second." No.

"Please hold on a second. I apologize." Once I get inside the elevator, my feet start to move quicker. Ronald is attempting to stop me, but he has no right to do so if he keeps quiet.

He entered the elevator behind me, but as soon as he began speaking, some people entered. Yet that wouldn't be enough for me to turn to face Ronald. We are now front and back.

Good

At the time of the push from behind, my entire body weight was on him. Before entering the elevator, my eyes stung and did not enlarge. One after another, so many people arrived, and whenever Ronald came into contact with my body, his fingers dug into my behind. Does he touch my behind?

"If you continue in that manner, then..." With his contact, my entire body was on fire. Against me, he pushes. Close enough to our bodies, even our mouths.

"Rose, you're just like your dad. Amazing, courageous, and self-assured, I sincerely apologize for what my mother said." He speaks, and I nod, but we never exchange looks. I don't feel at ease around Ronald. He never knows that I have a serious problem with him right now.

"Your face is really red. Are you alright?" No. I never told him I saw him. No. He was unaware that I had seen him without clothes. God, his penis, put it aside.

"Your lips are nice." He glances here and there, but avoids his lips.

"Seems strawberry-like. Why not?"

"Please don't." I begged.

"Why? Since I am not Brooks." Again, here we are. He dampened everyone's spirits. Good thing he's a jerk.

"Mr. Ronald, I believe you should keep your mouth shut. Why would you meddle in my personal affairs if I'm not doing it?" He was listening to me with such tense body language. His hand immediately severed the link to my body. We remain close and silent.

Everyone leaves one by one, leaving only Ronald and myself. Now that tension is required, he merely stands there, arguing with himself in silence. When the elevator operator will say

"Because I own you."

What?