تسجيل الدخولROSE.I looked at Drake for a long time and finally said, “Oh fuck, I think they just stole our car.”He frowned. “How? I still have the key.”I touched my forehead in pure disappointment because of course this was a local place.I had grown up in places like this so I knew people could take anything if they wanted it badly enough no matter how careful you thought you were.“You might not understand,” I said, “but trust me, they rolled that car away.”He stared at me then sighed. “I told you it was not a good idea coming here.”I looked at him already feeling a little sad. “Are you trying to say you didn’t enjoy your time?”He stayed quiet, and after a second he smiled. “Of course I did. I earned the Michael Jackson medal tonight.”We both laughed and I shook my head. “Fuck you. So what are we going to do now?”“I’ll text my guards to bring a car,” he said already reaching for his phone.I stared at him. “Hold on, I thought we were going to track your lost car or something.”He frowne
ROSE.Drake's eyes stayed locked on mine, searching my face like the answer was written there if he looked hard enough. I finally scoffed. “Let me get this whole thing straight. You walked out on me because my song made you remember Roseina?”He kept staring.I laughed, sharp and tired. “Drake, this is so fucking embarrassing. You walked out of a date you planned yourself like it's my fault that a song made you remember her?? If you love her the way you’re acting right now, maybe you should never have left her!”His voice dropped. "You know nothing about what happened between us. You don’t know what happened to me. You don’t know my life. Just because you’re free doesn’t mean everyone else is.”I laughed again. “Oh really? Maybe if you stopped seeing everyone as losers and low-class you would have more freedom than most people in this world.”He looked at me coldly. “Yeah, it sounds easy for people like you because there is nothing to lose. Nothing to hold on to.”I smiled without wa
ROSE.Night had settled over the city by the time we returned to the hotel.Drake had driven me back from the hospital after the collapse, then left again to handle one of his business colleagues who had seen too much at the breakfast meeting.I stayed in the suite with the lights low and my phone turned face-down because I was too afraid to look at the online storm already using my name.I was still sitting on the edge of the bed when the screen lit up and Drake's message popped in: #Get dressed. We’re going out. Date night.#I stared at it for a long moment, confused.Drake?Date night?How? Why?I swallowed hard.Maybe this was his way to get me into falling for him, or part of his plan I'm yet to discover after eavesdropping on his phone call.Especially after everything that had happened today, he wanted to go on a date?I typed back, hesitant: #Is this necessary right now?#His reply came fast: #Yes. Wear something comfortable, I'll be downstairs in thirty minutes.#I put the
ROSE.I woke up to a bright white ceiling and the sharp smell of medicine, my head pounding hard.For a moment I just lay there, trying to remember how I got here.Then it came back in pieces, the party, the women, their mean little smiles, my phone buzzing over and over with my face all over the news. Then nothing.Just darkness.I tried to sit up too fast and everything spun.A hand pressed gently on my shoulder, pushing me back down."Slow down," Drake said.His voice was softer than I had ever heard.I turned my head and saw him sitting beside the bed, no jacket, sleeves rolled up, and his face hard to read in the dim light."What happened?" I asked, my throat was dry."You collapsed," he said. "In the middle of the party, and the doctor said it was a panic attack, plus everything else you have been through this week."I closed my eyes, embarrassed. "Great. So now I faint in public too."He was quiet for a moment, watching me carefully, like he was thinking something over."It is
ROSE.The alarm went off so loud it felt like it was drilling into my skull.I shot up in bed with my heart already racing. “Fuck, fuck, oh my God, how did I sleep this deep?I grabbed my phone and saw it was already 10:00 a.m., sunlight pouring hard through the window.I looked around the suite and Drake was nowhere in sight, so I rubbed my forehead in pure disappointment because this was supposed to be the morning I proved I was more than just a butler’s daughter.Instead I had overslept like the lazy poor bitch he probably already thought I was.I rushed into the bathroom, washed up as fast as I could, and came back out still drying my face while creams and lotions sat on the table but I could barely focus on which one to use.I pulled on the corporate outfit Lydia had given me, slipped into the low heels, and started putting on my jewelry with shaky fingers when the door suddenly opened.Drake walked in with a hotel staff member holding a black nylon bag.He held out his hand with
ROSE.I sat in the back of the car staring out the window while every word from the hospital kept replaying in my head.There was no way I was telling him who Roseina really was.Not now.Not ever.Or maybe when I finally had him under my heel I would spit the truth out.I should have still been in that hospital bed, but Drake had ordered them to discharge me.As much as it annoyed me, I understood why.Those men who stabbed me had wanted both of us alive for their boss.And I kept wondering what I had done to end up on that list....fear slid through my blood as I swallowed hard.I was still turning everything over in my mind when the view outside the window stopped looking familiar.We had driven this road before when I went to the club, but we were not heading back to the old suite.I turned to Drake in shock. “Why are we not going back to the other suite?”He did not answer.He did not even look at me.He kept his face turned toward his own window like I had not spoken at all.I le







