Chapter Thirty Six

After two hours of sleep, I open my eyes. It reminds me of the first time I slept on clouds with my prince. Yet, I despise him right now. He ran away in desire. I've never seen him run with his muscles flexed, but he does. But it wasn't until I saw his front body that I understood with whom I was in bed. He is a deity. I'm afraid of him when he's naked, but I want him so much. He hasn't touched me in the past four days. Yet, I can feel him as he grabs my ass and pulls me up.

Hard

Why then?

I pushed the cover aside, my feet landed on the chilly ground, and I started to walk outdoors, but I halted as a woman turned. Shit! Waiting for Ronald is she. He's not here, though. What if she is there for Ronald but doesn't resemble him? She appears to be married and is in her middle years. She came, grinning as she looked up and down.

"Good morning, Miss. Rose." Miss? I wonder how she knows my name.

"Good morning, um. You're?"

"I'm the housekeeper for Mr. Ronald and Morgan." Oh. What the hell are you doing, stupid? Jealousy briefly overcame me, but I'm well now. She is merely employed here.

"What do you want to have for breakfast?"

"Oh no, don't be frightened; I'm just leaving." How is it that he can leave me in his apartment alone?

"As in this." Huh? She indicated my direction. Shit! I'm only wearing his shirt as I stand there. Being naked in front of a woman who resembles your mother's age is so awkward. I make an effort to hide.

"No one is coming, so don't be alarmed."

"Egg and toast." Huh?

"Also bacon?"

"Yes." I said it softly.

"And..."

"Do whatever you want, please."

"Apologies; I didn't want to put you in a bad light." After turning, she departs. She also feels humiliated; why? She saw a lot of girls back then, I know. I take a seat on a stool and follow her as she prepares breakfast in the kitchen. Thunder and lightning could be heard outside. The weather is unchanged.

"Are you frightened of the weather?" It's frightening from here, I mean. Since when does it seem as though everything is entering? She went there and pressed a button. Suddenly, curtains cover the entire apartment, and the lights turn on by themselves. Well, I see, it's contemporary.

"Mr. Ronald informed me that you don't like the weather." Oh, he told her. It is currently lovely. comfortable and warm.

"You've never made me feel bad. I mean, this isn't the first time you've noticed someone wearing it." I gesture at myself, blushing. She paused, took a moment to consider me, and then resumed working.

"No, you're the first girl I've seen around here. Not not once, but twice, or even three times." What? Why nobody?

"Mr. Ronald is a very reclusive individual. Not even his mother or girlfriend is ever allowed to enter his life or be present. Jessie occasionally visits him because she is close to him, but only if he permits her." Okay, so why? He trusted me and left me here alone. He respects me.

"But, Jenna." She struggled to laugh.

"Sure, she once entered without authorization."

"Then?" I paused to wait for the response.

"He dismisses her." She begins cleaning up the mess while serving me breakfast. I just observe how distant he is from everyone else while being the same toward me. kind and gentle.

"When I saw you, I realized who you are and why he desires you after he informed me that you are the rose he admires. Since I last witnessed him here alone, six years have passed. He beams a smile at you and around you. I saw him, I assure you. Women possess two unique abilities. The first is love, and the second is food. You possess both." After a lengthy lecture, she left, but this only makes me hungrier and more anxious.

I take a bath in his bathroom after finishing my meal. Everything is pricey, including soap, shampoo, and other items. I've never seen a restroom as gorgeous as this one. I jumped when I exited the restroom to see Morgan standing there once more.

"You frightened me."

"Sorry once more. Please follow me." Ronald's room's side door was unlocked by her. We both stand outside a room after entering.

"Keep the code in mind." She activated a few buttons. Yeah, it's electronic. Oh, I seem to remember that. It's our first kiss date. He could recall our first kiss. A click sound and a beep sound.

"Enter and make your selections whatever you like." Huh.. She left me on my own. I immediately pause as I enter. Which is that? The room is covered in his whole collection. In comparison to this, my new house seems so tiny. There are numerous glass doors and a big mirror on the wall. What should I do? I try to open the glass door after closing the one behind me, but it won't open. I retried, but nothing happened. What should I do? My attention was drawn to a button on the side of the door.

"Umm. I think this is." When I press the button, my eyes go wide when every door opens. The door slowly starts to open from all sides; it's incredible. One side is his pricey suit, the other his clothes from home or others. The selection of shoes, ties, watches, and other When I got to the perfume section, I chose one and gave it a sniff. His ties appear extremely elegant and pricey. I want him here, but he's not.

"Is this not a significant deal for you?" As Ronald's voice leaped, so did my body. He is observing me while leaning up against the wall.

"When did you arrive?" I hide behind his clothing, which is still in my possession. God is scanning my body with his eyes. Shit! I have my towel on.

"And is this not for the man? I mean, if you want, I can buy it as well."

"No. I mean, it doesn't matter." He arrived and led me to choose my clothes after clearing his throat. But I could clearly see some private items there as well.

"You are free to make any decision. It's just for you." He requested it after receiving no reaction from my end. How can he so casually ask me to choose my personal items in his presence? Why are there clothes for ladies here?

"What? Are these not lovely?" My cheeks are so burning with humiliation.

"How did you determine my size?" He bursts out laughing. He lifts my face by using a finger.

"Don't worry, I picked everything out for you, and your measurements are perfect in my palm." He gave me some room to decide by nodding. He can assess me with him, which helps me think more clearly. I felt the clothing. Beyond my budget are the brand and the materials.

"Excellent decision. I'm turning now, so you can put it on." He turns, but I remain motionless. He makes a new turn.

"What? I'm not looking."

"Seriously?" But I want him to both look at and touch me. Why is he avoiding touching me? How long must I wait before I see him?

"Why did you say to fuck in the dark? Why don't you let me see you? I'd like to see you naked right now." Now that I'm afraid, the clothing I'm holding is on the ground.

"Okay, good. Fear not, I'm leaving." Don't use that expression. He left with a dejected expression. Don't be angry with me; I have good reasons. I toss my towel after he leaves and change into my underwear and bra. The lace is dark. I now know he enjoyed this sort of thing. I did my first ever reflection in a mirror. Considering that the first woman to stand is the Rose from the past, I was wearing a pricey pair of pants and a lacy bra that made my heart beat like a baby tasting the first sweet thing in existence.

After observing my rear and front, an internal chuckle breaks out. He is hoping to see this. He made contact with this at night. If he saw me, then trust me when I say that he considered touching me a hundred times first. A dream that I wish to forget keeps coming to me. As soon as I selected my outfit, the door opened with a click.

"Oops, I left my phone in the room." Why did he return? Thank goodness the dress covered my front. He closed the door after entering, and I began to perspire. As he entered the room and shut the door behind him, I began to perspire, not out of fear but out of necessity.

"I... I believed you had left." Where will I run away? Or requested that he touch me.

"You seemed... I can only see an inch at a time, but I desperately need to see your entire face right now. So don't worry, I won't push you or touch you to show me who you are."

"Why?"

"Why, exactly?"

"That you're not going to touch me."

"Would you like me?"

"Yes." Shit! I shake my head while covering my lips with my hand. I actually said that to him.

"Hey, what? You know I haven't done anything like that."

"What?"

"I was thinking about fucking someone here, but now I'm going to do that."

No

Yes