Working with him

Roseline threw her bag onto the couch lazily, then took off.

her shoes almost immediately. She was exhausted and upset. She met someone she wasn't supposed to meet today, and now she was totally upset.

Her mom walked in with her grandpa, who was busy reading the daily newspaper.

"Roseline, you seem late today. What happened?" She asked, giving the paranoid girl a cup of tea. Roseline quickly gulped it all down, then made a soft sigh.

"I am on detention." She broke the news as her mother gasped loudly.

"Oh my. I am so sorry, rose."

"Common mom, no one died," she snorted.

"Yeah, Kara, no one died, so what are you saying again, Rose? You were given a punishment by who?"

"Miss Marley," 

"Oh, that sassy teacher of yours. Like, "Who does she think she is?'

"She is my teacher, grandpa."

"Okay, okay, so you would be going back to your school tomorrow, right?" Grandpa asked as her mom widened her eyes in shock. Tomorrow. Tomorrow Saturday? Who does the teacher really think her daughter is?

"You can't work your detention on Saturday; why not next week?" Kara (her mom) asked worriedly.

"Mom, I will be okay. It's just detention, not hell." She rolled her eyes.

"I am just saying. What if something goes wrong and you are blamed for it? It will be Saturday tomorrow, Roseline, and there will be a few people in the school. I am just worried, Roseline." She spoke to her daughter softly and with worry.

"Oh, common mom, I will be okay. Will you please stop the drama of tomorrow being Saturday? (She looked at Grandpa.) See! Grandpa has no objections; he is cool with it."

"Yes, Kara, let her go."

"Okay, okay, fine, you can go do your detention... but!" Roseline widened her eyes. (Was she going to go back to her words?) After my hug."

Kara said she pouted her lips. Roseline chuckled before giving her mom a tight hug.

They both disengaged. Kara patted her head gently with a smile on her face.

"Make sure not to cause any trouble there, okay?"

"You should know me, mom. I don't cause trouble without anyone asking for it," she said proudly. She didn't tell her mother about Lucian, the rich, shameless bastard. She knew if she had told him, he wouldn't agree because being with such a person was trouble. Nothing else than that.

Kara smiled at her, then patted her head again.

***

The next day

Roseline walked to school the next day, then headed to the left-over office to see Lucian with his mobile phone. What was with him and mobile phones? She thought to herself as she walked up to him with a frown on her face.

"What are you doing?" She asked with her brows raised.

"What do you think I am doing?" He showed her the game on his phone.

Roseline sighed. 

"What a spoilt brat!' 

"Okay whatever. Can we get to work already?" Roseline questioned him, and Lucian grinned.

"Sure!" 

He inserted the phone into his pocket, then grabbed the brooms and mops.

The two began working even though Lucian was stealing glances at Roseline. He does admire her in some way. He saw her as an angel and a sassy little cutie.

As a rich man's son, he thought he could have everything and also knew everything, so his mind slowly drifted to naughty thoughts.

***

While cleaning, a girl walked past them, taking pictures of the school.

She approached them with a camera.

"Hello," she said.

"Hey," Roseline replied.

"Hello," Lucian also replied.

"I am Rose, new at this school," she said, and Lucian smiled.

"Really? You are Rose? She is also . se, but a sassy one. You look nica rosehich Rose are you?" He asked with enthusiasm.

"I am Rosemary."

"That's nice; she is Roseline," Lucian points at Rose, who held a frown on her face.

"This spoilt brat,' 

"Oh, that's nice. I got permission from the school to tour the school's surroundings with my parents. Van, show me the way to the school theater room."

"Sure," Roseline volunteered.

She told her the way to the theater. The girl then left, leaving Roseline with Lucian.

"I should have introduced myself to her. Why are you doing it for me?" She asked with a frown on her face.

"Common Rose. I am Lucian. Lucian Desmond!" 

"Never heard of the name." Roseline ignored him, then turned back around to clean.

"What a sassy little girl!" Lucian scolded with a scoff.

****

After cleaning, Lucian sighted before finding his way to the seat. He felt so exhausted after doing the work he had never done before. He had never even worn his clothes all by himself before. His maids were always there to help him, and if not his maids, his mother. And now he was forced to work.

Roseline was still wiping the last window with the rag.

"We are done, right? Oh gosh, I am so exhausted," he said with a sigh.

"Lazy bones!" Roseline insulted. 

"Hey rose..." 

The minute he turned around to look at the girl still wiping the window, these words got stuck in his tongue. At that moment, he felt only he and Rose were the ones existing on Earth. The sun shone brightly on her, like she was an awakened goddess.

She looked so enchanting at that moment. Naughty thoughts started filling his mind again.

He couldn't stop himself this time. He stood up and walked towards Roseline in a dash.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, shocking the girl, who was still cleaning.

"What..." 

He suddenly kissed the girl, jolting her out of her sanity.

"What is he doing? Why is he doing this?' 

*CLICK!!!* 

*CLICK!!!*

*CLICK!!!*

Roseline pushed him away almost immediately and slapped him.

"How dare you?"

"Ow!" Lucian exclaimed, rubbing his cheeks.

"What's the big deal, deary? It's not like you were a saint either."

"How dare you?! You cheap..you damn! You rascal!!" 

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I am a flirt, I am a rascal, and I am a pervert. But still, I was a victim. Why are you blaming me for something you caused?" He bragged arrogantly.

"What have I caused? You kissed me!"

"Hush! The word girl It's not my fault you are so beautiful. You are highly welcome," he said, then walked away, leaving the girl in a daze.

'what?' Roseline thought to herself.

"You come back here this instant!" She pointed her index finger at him angrily.

"Why? Do you want another kiss?" He asked naughtily with a smirk on his face.

"No...you..." 

He caught her off guard by pecking her lips again.

"Hey!!" She pointed to his face.

"That was beautiful, right?"

"You, this rich brat!"

"Thank you so much, Deary," he said, touching his chest playfully.

"What is wrong with you?"

Does this brat think everything was a play for him? How dare him?! Like, "how dare he?"