The bedroom was enormous, decorated in a masculine tone of gray and black. It was dimly lit–mood lighting, she supposed–and Rose found herself standing a few feet away from a large king-sized bed.
Rose knew exactly what could happen the instant they entered this suite. She wasn't going to lie to herself. Deep within her, she still wishes that this man would be like the male leads she has read in her favorite romantic novels–a gentleman, sweet, dotting, and respectful, a man who wouldn't do this thing without love for his partner.However, she knew right from the start that he was not that type of man. He clearly showed her, and his actions spoke clearly of how he wasn't the type to love. In short, he might only want a girlfriend for company or sexual needs.Rose didn't mind, she just wanted the experience, to know what it means to have a boyfriend, to fulfill her novel-inspired desires.And here she is willingly following him to the depths of hell, despite the thudding of her pulse, because she believed that this was the man she had been looking for, the answer to her wish, a man who could fall in love with but not sure he would fall in love with her back.She knew well enough that he wasn't the type of man who would wait until they were in love with each other before doing this so she already mentally prepared herself. But now that it was happening, she couldn't help but slightly waver. This wasn't as easy as she thought. She didn't know doing this took a lot of courage. She wondered why her classmates in high school who she overheard talking about having sex made it sound like it was so easy. Somehow, she began to see them as super brave individuals because compared to them, she, a twenty-three years adult, was struggling.Calmly letting out a deep breath, Rose reassessed her revolve but in the end, her decision didn't change. She already bravely asked him to bring her to his hell despite him telling her it was not a good place. This was her choice and she would commit to it because she just got the feeling that this was the last chance, she would spend the rest of her life without fulfilling her only wish.When the man moved towards the bedside table, Rose closed her eyes for a while, barely hearing his footsteps muffled by the soft, thick carpet. The moment she opened her eyes again, intense emotions overflowed within them, indicating her steely resolve to go through with this.She stood there and quietly watched him as he removed his watch and placed it on top of the table. Her eyes followed him as she walked over to the other side of the room, removed his jacket, and hung it on the back of a chair. She observed him and she couldn't help but gape at how inhumanly graceful his movements were; so graceful it was hypnotic. There was something so satisfying about the hair on his body, it perfectly complemented his handsome look.After removing his necktie, he nonchalantly walked back towards the bed and promptly made himself comfortable. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, with one leg straight and the other folded up, do his knee was up in the air with his wrist resting on top of it. He gazed at her with his sexy eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt with his other hand, stopping only once he reached the button that would expose his chest.The view of him sitting there, in the middle of a cast bed, was just jaw-dropping, she felt like she needed to rub her eyes and pinch her cheeks just to make sure she wasn't imagining things, but even she knew that her imagination could never come up with a scene like this one. His eyes were smoldering with all the sexiness in the world without him even trying, which caused Rose's heart to pound even harder.She could not take her eyes off him, no, she didn’t want to take her eyes off him and miss out on his spectacular image. He was undoubtedly the sexiest man she’d ever met–not that she had met many men in her lifetime, but that was beside the point. The point was no man could ever compare to him.They both quietly stared at each other for a long while. She saw his eyes deliberately travel from her head down to her toes and then back again. His expression was still unreadable but she could at least feel the intensity from his eyes as he looked at her, giving her confidence that maybe this man did find her attractive.It wasn’t because Rose didn’t have enough confidence in herself but this man right before her was just on a whole other level.As Rose was busy thinking about just how high his standards might be, the man on the bed continued to survey her. This time, his gaze felt like a waterfall that gently caressed its way down Rose’s neck, along her collar bones, down the valley of her cleavage, formed by the u-neck of her dress, and stopped just above her tiny waist.And then, finally, he opened his mouth and spoke.“Strip,” his voice echoed calmly almost not hearable. His voice wasn't harsh nor cold but he sounded so authoritative as he uttered that single word, like he was used to giving orders and just expected them to be done without any questions.Rose’s eyes widened in shock. She was well aware of what was going to happen the moment she entered this suite but never expected him to ask her to undress herself, too soon casually. This was not a scenario that she had envisaged. She imagined they would kiss first and then help each other undress while they were lost in each other’s kisses.And she was suddenly faced with a predicament she hadn't even considered. She didn't know where to even start!Her confusion, silence, and the shock on her face, of course, didn't escape the man’s notice.“Miss Rose. Is something wrong? You can't do it?” His slightly tilted face formed a mocking smile.“This is just the first step of the test, by the way, Miss Rose.”Rose subconsciously swallowed. She was shocked but surprisingly, she didn't feel scared. She looked at him in the eyes and although she still wasn't able to decipher anything from it, somehow, she felt like this man would not hurt her. Even though she had only met him a few times, deep down she felt that she would be safe with him and it was a mystery to her. She was only freaking out because she had no idea how to do this. She had never done anything like this before but she was now twenty-three years old and it was about time she experienced what it would be like to be treated as a woman in a man’s care.“What do you mean the first step? Just the first step?” she felt her heart thud louder against her chest.I can do it, she declared. Her voice was a little louder as if she was trying to give herself some motivation before she finally moved. She reached her arm out behind her and easily found her zip. There was shyness and hesitation in her movement as if she was a little uncertain of herself. She then pulled the zip slowly downwards, feeling her dress loosen up the moment she did so. She instinctively caught the front of her dress with her other hand and held it up so it wouldn't slip down. Once she finished unzipping her dress, she straightened up and her arms were crossed over her chest, holding the dress in place and preventing it from falling off.She looked up and lifted an eyebrow when he met her eyes as if he was asking a silent question. However, her gaze was steady and she didn't look away from him. It was obvious that her resolve was as solid as a rock. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before carefully moving her arms away and letting her dress fall gracefully aroun
Mr. Caleb could see that this girl seemed to be seemed to be clueless about all this but he found it so hard to believe it. She was creaking twenty-three years old! He was struck with intense disbelief that she was clueless and ignorant about it. If she told him that she never masturbated or touched any toys, he might be able to believe that, but there was no way she hadn't watched, read, or heard about these things in her twenty-three years of existence! Moreover, she was the one who bravely went through with this! Unless… was she trying to be timid? He had met plenty of girls before who acted all timid like this. However, this little fox was on a whole other level. No one ever made him this speechless before but what was even more unbelievable was that he now truly felt that she wasn't trying to be timid at all, that she was indeed just too pure and innocent. But is she truly? She isn't just one hell of a skilled actress, is she?Suddenly, he moved, drawing her body close to his.
His mind was instantly cleared of his desires. “You… you're a virgin…” he trailed off, shaking his head slowly. When the girl nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes. And when his lashes fluttered open, he couldn't hide the hint of anger that crossed his features for a fleeting moment. “Tell me… how come you're still untouched?” he licked the inside of his cheek as though he just realized what a stupid question he just ranted. “I've never had a boyfriend before, that's why,” she responded quickly, leaving him with no choice but to continue asking. “Why haven't you had a boyfriend before?” he didn't hesitate to keep asking as the woman sitting in front of him just kept flaunting new colors. “I don't know… I haven't thought about it.” For some reason, he felt like her answer this time was half-baked. Perhaps because her expression was a little flustered as if she was someone who didn't know how to lie. “Wait. Don't tell me you have never been ki
“Rose…” he uttered her name, calmly. His eyes looked at her with a seemingly steely decision–a decision to send this girl away, as far away from himself as possible. Since the night he first laid eyes on her in that forest, he had felt that she was likely a kind-hearted, gentle, and virtuous girl; an aura she appeared to ooze. He discerned it from the way she talked and their interactions – a hint that she might have lived a sheltered life. He would even wager that she had been raised with strong values and he matured into a person of decency and compassion. That's one of the reasons he had initially dubbed her “little fox” - she just emitted an aura of purity akin to freshly fallen snow, a striking contrast to his nature. The girl’s eyes were so clear. Unlike his, her eyes spoke of life, they weren't dead, and it was as if they were unable to hide any secret at all. His first impression of her was that she was like an untouched river, clear and pure but also vigorous. But then sh
“Caleb, I really think we should start heading back now!” a man’s voice echoed in the dimly lit towering trees jolting Roselia and causing her phone and her violin to nearly slip from her grasp. She was sitting on a moss-covered fallen log, humming to the symphony of her violin and enjoying the moonlit sky, as she just turned twenty-two years old, the night of her birthday. “What did you say?” A deep, growling, and husky male voice interjected, its depth sending a shiver down her spine—even though the words weren't directed at her. Maybe it was the sheer force of his voice, or perhaps the way his tone sliced through the air, devoid of all warmth.“I said, I think we should start heading back now” Roselia heard the man’s voice again. “It's too late, let alone dangerous for us to be wandering in another territory, all for a long-dead prophecy?”Roselia held her breath, waiting for the man’s response, but only silence followed. Her curiosity sparked. What prophecy she thought to hersel
The man finally turned to look at her. His dark eyes assessed her with disbelief and then, interest.Silence reigned between them for a bit. The man stared at her through his narrowed eyes and seemed astonished as if his long-awaited hope was restored.“Why are you asking me?” her lips curled up to a nervous smile that quickly turned averted her face to a curious look. “I'm just curious, are you?” he answered.Unsure of how to respond, “What if I am?” Rosalie responded, pressing her lips tight, her response felt so ridiculous to her. She saw a low glacier in his eyes and she felt even more ridiculous. There was definitely something in his eyes that attracted Roselia to him, she couldn’t explain how and why. “I've seen these from a book” Cutting Roselia off her wild thoughts. “These patterns” he whispered to himself. “Is it true that you are a king or a prince?” Roselia queried, wanting to clear the numerous questions going on in her head. She didn't think he'd answer her, his atte
A man was standing behind her, smiling at her. He was wearing a black leather jacket and he was also unearthly handsome. Is there something suddenly wrong with this place? Why is it that overly good-looking men keep popping out of nowhere? Roselia didn't dare to move. What are eyes looked for first were the dark corners of the surrounding trees, checking if perhaps another person was hanging around the corner. She didn't see anyone. She relaxed a little but was still hesitant. “You're so outrageous roselia! You didn't fear allowing yourself receive a kiss from that weird man but now you're afraid that a normal-looking might harm you or what?!” she mumbled to herself, shaking her head as though she was now convinced that she was now indeed unhinged. The man still standing there unmoving, widened his smile. Flashing his handsome face, as if he was using his beauty to lure her to speak or do something. Inste, Roselia was just standing saying nothing, and silently observing what he w
Everything that happened in the woods replayed in her mind as she continued to drive, causing her to once again flush with embarrassment. She couldn't believe it. She actually got her first kiss on the night of her birthday. It was very weird. Kids way older than her have had their first kiss even when they were younger. It was simply unbelievable. Now that she pondered about it, she couldn't fathom where she got her bravery from to be able to stand his beastly and dangerous figure, let alone allow him to kiss her. But despite the embarrassment, deep in her heart, she truly didn't regret it. And the fact that she felt a romantic bond between them even motivated her. She thought that the romantic life that she ever dreamt of was standing right in front of her. And he was the kind of man she was looking for, a dangerous man who was affectionate about her. The encounter left her deluded. Their romantic relationship wasn't pronounced yet but Roselia sensed, saw and so desperately want