Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"I wanted to show you some stuff," I admitted. "It might be boring for you... it's work."
"I'd like that," she admitted, and I grinned at her. "I'd love to see what you do every day."
Both of us knew what we meant was the eternal rose business. I didn't want my girl involved in the dealings of the Mansion, and I'd done my best to keep her out of it all. She seemed to realize this, and kept her distance not only from the happening in the house but also from the other girls who lived there. I liked that. My special fucking rose in a field of weeds. There always was something magical about her.
We got up together, with her wearing nothing but my white shirt from the night before, and me in workout clothes. I told her we'd be going for a run later on, but she insisted on breakfast first and I indulged her because I couldn't fucking help myself. The maids brought in a breakfast which I only picked at, but it made something inside me swell with pride as she ate ravenously, digging into her plate and topping it up twice.
"How are you going to run now?" I asked her with a smirk, and she gave me a sheepish look. "Let's do some work first. Come here."
She settled in my lap as I opened my laptop. What I had to do was boring, admin stuff that usually made me want to off myself. But somehow, with my Rose by my side, it wasn't boring at all, and we spent the next two hours poring through reports, looking at seeds for new roses, and talking about a hybrid I was interested in testing out. I showed her our website and guided her through the process of creating an eternal rose - from the chemicals we used to the breeds and names we used the most. She drank it all in like a sponge and I fucking loved it. Her enthusiasm was adorable.
Once her breakfast had settled in, I had her change into workout gear and ushered her outside. We ran alongside on the cliffs, much too close to the edge where the water sprayed us the waves were so high. She looked incredible in her tight yoga pants and a semi-sheer tank top. So fucking good I had to pull her sweaty body aside and kiss her, devouring that pretty little mouth while she giggled and played with my cock through my shorts.
I made her do a 5K, after which she was exhausted and looking pretty fed up with life. But after a hot shower in my arms, with my tongue exploring every inch of her body, she felt better. We settled on the balcony leading from the bedroom, and she lay on a large pillow while I made some phone calls. She was stark naked, a welcome distraction as I talked shop to a work colleague, my eyes wandering over her lithe body again and again. She was a fucking stunner alright.
I sent her off to practice later on, since my sister had assured me she would need it daily to keep her strength up and to train her. As hard as it was to watch her leave, I knew she needed it. But still, the moment she was back in my arms felt fucking good. She complained of her exhaustion after the run and training, so I sat her down and massaged that gorgeous body of hers until her sighs were mixing with moans and she was getting to me with her enthusiasm, ready to come at a whisper in her ear.
I knew it would be too late to stop myself soon, so I forced myself to pull back and give her a more serious look.
"I'd like to talk to you," I told her plainly, and right away, her eyes filled with fear. "Don't worry, Rose. It's a talk we should have had a long time ago."
Realization dawned on her and I knew it had hit her - this was about Pia. Finally, she would understand the woman's role in our lives, and perhaps finally, she would come to see her as someone who meant no harm - despite her prickliness and unkindness, I knew Pia would stand by my side through it all.
I told Rose as much, but right away, her bottom lip wobbled, and jealousy took over that gorgeous face.
"You're still in love with her," she accused, but I merely sighed, rubbing my temples. "I knew it."
"I'm not," I said firmly. "I haven't been for years. What happened between Pia and me would ruin any couple. It's a miracle we can still look at one another."
This seemed to spark curiosity, and she let me pull her onto my lap on the balcony, settling in my arms as I started to tell her a story.