Slow down

"Next time you dare to tease her like that. I will tear your heart apart until your soul will come back in your body just to beg me to stop." He clenched his teeth pushing her against the wall, "I like when you get rough. Call me if she needs some lesson for the honeymoon." She winked getting free from his grip and giving a last smirk before walking out.

"Roselyn..." He cursed under his breath, punching strongly against the wall.

He rushed toward her room to open the door, "Roselyn...can we talk?" his voice sounded vulnerable and broke. Roselyn was laying down, blankets covered all her body letting out only her neck and face. She had her shoulders turned back to him, he could only see her long brunette straight hair.

He walked toward her, gently pushing her to turn over.

"What do you want?" She asked in a low voice.

"I want to apologize."

When she turned over he tucked her hair behind her ear, she lifted her gaze to meet his and when their eyes meet he smiled unconsciously.

"I was very mad, for the dress, so I called those girls. The one who was unkind to you is quite possessive and I didn't want to put you in danger, in case she knows about.." he said stopping before finishing his saying.

"About?"

"I didn't mean what I said." He rectified, waiting for an answer that didn't arrive.

He walked away leaving her in peace. For some reason she hoped he would stay, maybe say something more rather than some bad apologies.

But he was too prideful to satisfy her demands and she was too bummed to try to reason with him.

The night passed with Roselyn enjoying a regenerative sleep, and him spending a sleepless nights.

When she woke up to, the maids were already awoke and were waiting for her to turn the light on after walking in to help her get dressed.

Roselyn, who began to understand how things went there, pretended she was still asleep to lay down in her bed for some instants before allowing them to enter by turning the light on.

Forcing herself to get up from the bed she went to turn the light on, as predicted the maids who were waiting outside entered her room.

"Good morning." The old maid said, sparing her with a quick nod. She walked toward the window to open the window allowing the sun rays to break into the room to wake the still sleepy lady up.

Roselyn gestured to the maid she didn't need help and went to pick a floral dress, then proceeded on sliding her body in.

A maid went to brush her hair and a second one to fix the nonexistent folds of the dress.

After few minutes Roselyn walked toward the dining room, to her surprise John was already there sitting on the opposite side of the table. "Good morning," Roselyn said, pouring some dark coffee into her cup.

"Morning." He replied, his voice seemed distant, almost cold.

They proceeded on consuming the rest of their meal in complete silence, the only noises they produced were the noise of tools hitting the silver.

Finishing the meal first, he took a last sip of his drink and stood up.

"Ready?" He asked, Roselyn lifted her gaze looking at him knitting her eyebrows.

"Ready for what?" She questioned leaving some food on the dish and standing up.

"Our ride." He didn't show any facial expression reminding her the expression he had the first time she saw him.

"Ohh... okay." She replied with what she was supposed to say. She hadn't been horse riding for years so concerns imploded into her mind.

He gestured her to follow him and a servant went to open the door leading to the exit of the mansion. After a long walk they reached the bottom of their land. Horses stables skirted the fence, the servant opened a stable to pull a horse out. It was a white beautiful horse, "Stella this is Roselyn." He caressed the long mane, Roselyn smiled and took the reins he handed her.

She clutched at the saddle and with a jump, she jumped on it. Mentally thanking her legs for having the strength of jumping in without needing help avoiding her the embarrassment of asking for help.

John arrived riding his usual horse, with one hand he took one rein and the other was placed on the side of the horse. His body swayed at each step the horse took, his hair flipped by the wind. Roselyn couldn't forbear to notice and stare at how charming he was.

"Follow me." His voice woke her up from the trance she was in, she nodded.

She'd never felt that way before, she couldn't deny herself that her body was beginning to be quite attracted to him yet she needed to find a way to stop that feeling before it was too late. She grabbed the reins and hold to it when the horse began to walk following John's horse.

He headed toward a forest, Roselyn released the grip as it was cutting her palms due to the extreme force she held to the horse. As she got comfortable she remembered how to ride and managed to gain the ground getting closer to him.

He turned over, "do you want me to slow down?" He raised an eyebrow, in his voice Roselyn perceived a shred of humor, like if he was quite amused by her not keeping up.

Roselyn felt a thrill, pushed by his question she wanted to show him what she was able to do. With her leg, she put pressure on her horse's side so that it sped up. Roselyn held thighly at the reins and watched John while she surpassed him with a smile on her face.

Pulling the reins once again the horse slowed down, she turned over and gazed at him and with a challanging gaze she asked, "do you want me to slow down?"