Rose's POV
I leaned against the window of the train, my gaze transfixed by the breathtaking scenery passing by. Lush green mountains rolled by, their peaks disappearing into the clouds. Canopies of verdant foliage stretched as far as my eye could see, painting the landscape in a vibrant hue. Amidst this natural splendor, the train rumbled on, its rhythmic motion lulling me into a state of tranquil awe.
As the train crossed a bridge spanning a wide expanse of ocean, I am marveled at the deep azure waters below. The ocean seemed both inviting and mysterious, its depths hinting at untold secrets. Suddenly, the train came to an abrupt halt, jolting me from my reverie. I discover that I am the only passenger left. Eerie silence surrounds me, broken only by the rhythmic crashing of waves against the bridge pillars. Frowning, I glanced around the empty carriage, a sense of unease creeping over my racing heart. An unsettling feeling of being watched, sends a shiver down her spine.
I venture towards the door, with a trembling hand, I reached for the door handle, heart pounding in my chest. A rush of cold wind greeted as I stepped onto the doorway, the vast ocean stretching out before me in all its majestic beauty.
But the moment of awe was short-lived as a tap on my shoulder sent a chilling shiver down my spine. Turning around, my eyes widened in shock as a figure materialized before me, his features blurred and indistinct. As the figure came into focus, I gasped in recognition—it was Michelle, his grey stone eyes piercing into my soul, looking so evil, so lifeless.
Before I could even react, Michelle's hands gripped my neck in a vice-like hold, his touch sending a wave of terror coursing through my veins. With a sudden shove, I was propelled out of the train and into the icy embrace of the ocean below. Panic clawed at my heart as I plummeted towards the water, the chill of the ocean enveloping me like a vice.
But just as I thought all was lost, a warm hand grasped my waist, pulling me to the surface. Gasping for air, I found myself staring into the familiar ocean-blue eyes, Adrian's eyes, his dimpled smile a beacon of comfort in the darkness. With a gentle kiss upon my forehead, Adrian whispered words of reassurance, promising to always be my anchor in the stormy seas of life. "I'll always hold you Rose." And I melted into his embrace, I knew that no matter what he'll never let me fall.
"Rose!!"
Stirring me from his embrace.
"Rose!"
"Wake up Rosa."
Fluttering my eyes open I see beautiful sun peeking through the blinds. Such a warm morning, I cuddle even more to my pillow. But soon realisation stuck me, it's not my soft pillow, something very cozy warm yet hard. I roll my eyes down to see a tattooed chest below me. Uh oh!
Lifting my head I see a better view than the morning sun, mesmerizing turquoise blue eyes staring back at me. Oh boy, can I have this view daily!?
Is he for real or am I dreaming?
But he is real, I know it, yet I want to poke into his cheek. Lifting my hand which is wrapped around his torso I slide to his jaw all the while touching him on the way, to his abs then taut chest, his neck and finally his sharp jawline.
"You're not dreaming Rosa."
His morning voice is so husky and heavy making my heart skip a beat.
But what is he doing in my bed? He was in London, wasn't he? And on sunda- wait, what?
In a moment I stare into space as last nights flashes comes to my mind. Club Ozone, Michelle, dancing, then sweating, oh my God! Adrian came there. I don't know, I can't remember much but my eyes widened and I shift my gaze to him, he saved me- again.
"How many times will you save me?" I sigh and rest my chin on his chest, not in a mood to move an inch.
"Every-fucking-time."
Putting my strands behind my ear, he grunts out.
I shake my head a smile makes a place on my lips but my head is blasting.
"Aggh! My head is hammering."
"It will. Have these advil, two of them." He points to the tablets placed in the bedside.
I move my legs which feels so heavy at the moment but again I realise, my position!! Shit!
I am lying on top of him. Legs entangled with his, my waist on his abs, my breast squished to his chest and my hands around him. And then I see my dress is not what I am wearing, it's a dress shirt. His shirt. Did we..?
"Um uh, d-did we um you know?"
"No, I don't know what you're asking?" But I see his lips twitching.
"Oh you definitely know, did we, I mean-"
"Say it, Rose. We did what?" He demands tugging my hair.
He wants to hear it, so be it.
"Did we had s-sex?"
And I, Rose Mendonsa, surprised Adrian de Luca for the first time.
Rose- 1 Adrian- 0
He rolled me over and in the next moment I am underneath him crushing me by his weight.
"Two things Rose, first- I don't do sex with drunk girls."
Okay...
"And.." I breath out.
"When the fuck ever we're gonna have sex, you'll remember it for your lifetime."
Saying so he leans forward merely inches apart from my lips like he is controlling himself not to kiss me. But if this time he wants to kiss me, I won't stop him.
"Then, I think I shouldn't make a habit of falling on top of you." I comment, feeling heat emanating from his body.
"We'll I don't mind, or next time you can fall underneath me."
He winks at me, at that moment I understood the meaning of his words. I was already blushing with this bold conversation but his words make me even more crimson.
I squirm under the intensity of his gaze but his grunting makes me stop,
"Rose, stop moving!" He grits his teeth.
He takes few breaths and moves from above me and rolls over to stand beside the bed in just his pants. What a beautiful morning view. Sun rays glistening on his hard structured muscles, he is so ripped. Adjusting his pants he turn around facing the wall to ceiling window and runs his fingers through his silky hair a few times then stretches them above his head. I've heard mornings are difficult for men, something with their parts, I don't know much. I shrug internally.
I sit up seeing myself in his shirt, my bra and panty still intact. I take the tablets for my headache.
"What happened last night Addy?"
He takes his place on the love seat, checking his phone and killing the keypad with his fingers.
"How much do you remember?" Without taking his eyes off his phone.
"Not much. Just meeting Michelle, dancing, then I don't know why I was sweating and I remember you holding me and I don't remember this but I am hundred percent sure you would have punched him and Marco too."
His little smirk cleared all my doubts about their fights. His hmm makes think harder what all happened.
"I even puked and maybe saying something to you or..ughh"
Jesus, I hold my forehead with my palm, I can't think much.
"You called Marco, a cartoon character, Marco Polo who has hair and about me that I am cuddly, and yours Addy Teddy."
He raises his eyebrows discarding his phone aside and totally amused and I just hide my face behind my palms in embarassment.
I remove the duvet, looking down at my bare legs. His shirt has ridden up, which I don't bother to adjust. I know his burning gaze is on me, I can feel his eyes. Standing I take slow steps towards him and daringly I look up to his eyes which are drinking me whole and I think he likes it too cuz very sensually his licks his bottom lip. I bit my lip at that. With my heart thumping rapidly, I do something which I wanted to do since he left for London.
I sit on his lap. Willingly. Hips on his thighs, chest to chest with my arms around his neck and his arm comes around my waist almost possessively in a tight grip and saying something under his breath. With his other hand, he frees my bottom lip out of my chewing and tilts my chin up to meet his turquoise blue ones.
"Did I embarassed you?" I ask quietly.
"You can never, Rosa." His voice heavy, stroking my jaw line.
"You shouldn't have gotten into fight with him, he is our dealer."
"He spiked your fucking drink." His words laced pure venom. And I frown at his conclusion.
"Are you sure? I was just having some ice water, not any alcoholic beverage."
"Yes, he spiked it, that's why you were sweating. And he had all the plans of taking you at his fucking place and you know what he would have done in your drunken state."
I sigh. I know he would have forced himself on me.
"Why can't everyone be nice. Why there is an ulterior motive to everything?"
"Stop seeing good in everyone. It's evil out there." He cups my jaw, spreading his warmth over me.
I smile at him, thinking he saved me from something bad.
"How did you know I was there?"
"Ozone is Tony's club. The bouncers and security team knows every person who works for us." Oh!
I lean forward, boring my eyes into his. I place my lips on his left cheek, just a peck. He closes his eyes, releases a warm breath. Then tilting my head to his right cheek, I place another peck and finally on his forehead a long one. His hand on my waist tightens with every passing second. I lean back, only to see his most relaxed face I have ever seen till now. Eyes closed, no hard lines on his forehead and his lips adorning a small smile. And when he opens his eyes, they are crystal blue waters.
"What was that for?" He whispers, gently stroking my bottom lip.
"Just a small gift to my saviour."
His small smile turns into a grin, showcasing his pearl white teeth.
We just sit for a moment staring each other in complete silence, it is like our eyes are talking, having a full blown conversation.
His hand is on my crossed thighs, very gently caressing it and giving a squeeze in between. He knows my heart is racing and my shallow breathing through my parted lips cuz he drops his gaze to my lips then to my eyes.
His lips part, voice raspy and heavy,
"I told you not to meet him. Yet you went there,"
"I-I'm sorry Addy, but it's not like anyone else approached me."
"Good." He growled.
"Are you jealous!?" My eyebrows darted up.
"Possessive. I don't share well. Or at all."
I laughed at that.
"That's funny to you? I'm dead serious."
I rolled my eyes at him.
An emotion passes his eyes, like a flash. Eyes glazes over, hooded. His hand stops on the hem of my shirt just an inch above my inner thighs. I unconsciously clench them even more which makes him give me tight squeeze.
"Sorry won't do Rosa," saying so he leans to my ear whispering," you deserve spanking." What!
Leaning an inch back he drops his gaze to my lips and bites his own, waiting for my answer. I loss on words, just nod hesitantly.
I don't know why I agreed for this, maybe want to test my waters. I want to know what he is capable of or what can I take or rather how much I can take.
Leaning back he bends me over his other muscular thigh making gasp out loudly. My heart pounding in anticipation of what he's gonna do next.
He slowly raises my shirt revealing my ass which is barely covered in my black panties. Sliding a finger slowly over my covered ass his caresses it, and removes it till my knees. I inhale sharply, completely bare to him.
"proprio come lo immaginavo"
(Translation: Just how I imagined it)
His voice heavy coated in lust and Italian sounding even more sexy, though I didn't understand a word.
"Do you know why you're getting spanked?" Gently caressing my ass. I nod.
"Words, baby"
"Y-yes. I went to meet Michelle."
My answer earned me a hard squeeze on my left ass cheek, making me shut my eyes tight.
"Remember one thing Rose, do not and I mean it Do. Not. take someone else's name when you're bare in front of me. Ever."
I nod positively.
"Hmm?" Words!!
"Okay."
He hmms and taps on my ass cheeks and demands,
"Count"
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