The music faded, marking the conclusion of their dance. Rose wasn't ready to depart the dance floor just yet, not without receiving an answer to her question. However, the man had already left her away.
Mr. Caleb then guided her towards a grand staircase, and together, they ascended the steps. Proceeding along the corridor, they continued until they reached a pair of large doors that swung open to reveal an open-air garden. The garden was a beautiful sight to behold. The flowers were in full bloom, an assortment of different types and colors, and the petals seemed to be glowing from the moonlight. But that wasn't all. The view from where they stood was magnificent. The lights of the skyscraper and the lights of the city below were spread out in front of them like a brightly painted canvas.The man walked towards the railing and leaned on it, facing her. She finally realized that the man was wearing a vintage, classic black suit. She had been so focused on his face until then that she didn't even notice his face until then that she didn't even notice his clothes. As she looked at him standing there, she couldn't help but gale at him. His clothes looked like they were made for him. His black jacket hugged his broad shoulders perfectly and showed off his well-built physique. He had the look of an immortal god who came down to Earth just to show these measly humans what perfection looked like.When he removed his mask, he looked at her with those same probing eyes.Rose lifted her hands and removed her mask as well.She looked at him as she slowly put it down. The man was silent, but his eyes glued on her face, spoke a lot of words.Bathed in moonlight, Rose moved closer to him. The silver accents on her dress glistened, her doe-like black eye shimmered, and her long, silky black hair swayed behind her slender and delicate figure.The man's gaze remained fixed on her as if he were unable to worry his eyes away.“Mr. Caleb, you still haven't answered my question.” Rose broke the silence“I'll tell you once you pass the test.”Rose blinked in surprise. She had assumed that she had managed to catch his attention, considering he hadn't shifted his gaze from her until now.Speechless, she just stood there, unmoving, when a subtle curve formed at the corner of Mr. Caleb's lips. Then, he shifted, drawing nearer and inclining towards her. He lowered himself until his lips were almost touching her ear.“Indeed, you've proven yourself well. You certainly exceeded my expectations,” he whispered. His breath touched her skin, electrocuting her nerves that she almost forgot to breathe. His voice seemed to have some sort of magic as it lingered in her ear.The realization that she had been mistaken I'm assuming that she was still unattractive to him stirred Rose's stunned nerves. However, the smile that had been on the brink of her lips faded swiftly upon hearing his next words.“But not yet, you still haven't passed the test,” he said.“Uhm… what do you mean by that?”“There's still one last test that you need to pass.”“One last… test?”He nodded firmly, his eyes searching hers carefully.“Okay. Tell me what the test is all about, then.” She said, looking intent and determined. Her seemingly unwavering decisiveness made him narrow his eyes.“Are you sure?” His deep voice echoes, sending shivers down her spine.“Yes,” Rose responded full of confidence.For a brief moment, the man remained silent, a quiet presence. In the next second, he gently tugged her toward an elevator, whisking her toward the hotel's highest floor. An air of silence enveloped them, and Rose felt her heart begin to race uncontrollably. They then stepped into a presidential suite. The walls were adorned with long, thick velvet curtains that shielded the windows, keeping all traces of light at bay. The expansive lounge area was adorned with exquisite furnishings–tables, chairs, and lounges of the finest quality. A bar occupied one corner, stocked with bottles of premium alcohol, while the bedroom occupied the end.Me. Caleb came to a stop right in front of her, leaving the door closed behind her, the man finally pivoted around. A faint, incredulous smile played on his lips as their eyes met.He extended his arms, bracing against the doorframe, effectively trapping her within. His gaze bore into hers, and he dangled the key card before her eyes. “I'll leave this here”, he stated, packing the key card on the table right beside the door. “You're free to go whenever you change your mind,” he added, a wicked smile gracing his features once more.Rose resisted the urge to gulp, aware that he was at it again, clearly attempting to sway her decision. But oddly, what he was doing only fueled her determination further. Despite his efforts to dissuade her, his actions only seemed to elicit the opposite response from her.So she didn't talk back this time. She was already here. No matter what challenges he put in front of her, from here on out, she would no longer change her mind.Raising his hand, Mr. Caleb delicately caressed her cheeks with the back of his hairy fingers.“Are you scared?” He whispered.“No.”Rose's incredibly quick response caused the man to chuckle. He cast a final glance at her before he sized her hand and led her towards the bedroomThe 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 puls
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