CHAPTER 18: MOVIE NIGHT

Florian's POV

After bidding Gabriel goodbye, I locked the front door and headed upstairs, the silence of the house doing little to quiet my mind.

The anger from earlier was still heavy in my heart. Something had gone wrong at the company, a situation I’d trusted Gabriel to handle, only for him to drop the ball. He didn't deal with it. Gabriel wasn’t just my employee; he was one of my closest friends. But line or no line, I was still his boss, and he needed to respect that..

I made my way up to Roseline’s room, figuring she’d be done with her bath by now.

A small smile caught my lips as I remembered her face earlier. When she saw the warm, bubbling water I’d prepared for her, her eyes completely lit up. It felt good to do that for her.

But the mood shifted the second he crossed my mind.

The image of Roseline at the ice cream shop with that blonde guy flashed in my head, and my smile vanished.

She hadn't said a single word about him since she got back, and honestly, I hadn't pushed it. Roseline kept her private life private; she’d always been the type to lock people out of her personal life.

I couldn't help but wonder what that was all about. Was he just a fleeting distraction, or did she actually take my advice to heart and kick off some serious husband hunting? Knowing her, I'd probably be the last to find out.

I knocked softly on her door. A few seconds later, it swung open, and her face came into view. She was wearing a short, sheer pink nightgown that left little to the imagination, the fabric was so transparent that the sharp, hard points of her nipples were clearly visible underneath. Her hair was beautifully disheveled, framing her face in a wild tangle, and the gown was slightly raised up, as if she had hastily thrown it on the moment she heard my knock.

I walked into her room.

“Hey”she said, rubbing her hand on her head nervously.

My eyes moved to her bed, it was a bit scattered. And without warning it landed on the vibrator laying around on the bed, it just sat there buzzing softly on the bed.

She noticed exactly what I was looking at. Flushing, she immediately moved toward the bed and switched it off. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she’d been doing right before I walked in.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice tight.

“Uh, nothing,” I stammered, clearing my throat. “I just came to check on you. Wanted to see if you... felt like watching a movie?”

“Sure,” she mumbled, refusing to meet my eyes. “Let me just clean up my room. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. Desperate to escape the awkwardness, I just nodded and walked away.

A few minutes later, she came down the stairs. My eyes instantly locked onto her, the sheer transparency of her dress left little to the imagination, tracing the sharp outline of her nipples and the dip of her belly button.

I could feel an instant ache tightening in my pants, my dick was throbbing in my pants.

I gulped down nothing and tore my gaze away and fixed it firmly on the television screen, praying for a distraction. I had already set out a bowl of popcorn and two sodas between us.

Without saying a single word, she slid onto the sofa, settling into the space right beside me..

I looked at my sweatpants, at the way my hardness was clearly visible in my pants.

I hoped she didn't see it.

The television roared to life, Blue Valentine began to play on the screen. Even though I’d watched it dozens of times, it never lost its magic.

Beside me, she munched on popcorn, her eyes entirely glued to the screen.

I wasn't really paying much attention to the movie, I was just staring at her and a lot of things were going on in my mind, like bending her over and fucking the living hell out of her.

The outfit she was wearing was making me lose my mind. Did she do it intentionally?

I watched as something slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. When she bent over to retrieve it, my eyes widened in sudden realization, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

The dress rode up and her bare ass came into view.

“Shit”I muttered.

And that got her attention, she turned to look at me.

“Are you okay?”she asked.

“Yes I'm fine,”I said quickly.

She didn't look so convinced but she just nodded slowly.

“I accept your proposal” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Huh?”

“You asked me to marry you and I'm accepting your proposal”I said avoiding her intense gaze.

She stared at me in stunned silence, struggling to process what she’d just heard. A soft gasp escaped her lips. But as I watched her, I realized her focus had shifted, her eyes widened, locked onto something else.

I followed her gaze to the hardness in my pants, my dick was bulging in my sweat pants and she was staring at it.

Suddenly the entire room felt hot and suffocating despite the Air conditioner and the multiple fans in the living room, I cleaned off the sweat on my face.

The smirk on her lips told me she knew exactly what she was doing.

It was impossible to focus on the movie's explicit scenes when she sat right beside me in sheer lingerie, effortlessly shifting my focus from the screen to the real temptation next to me.

And in a few minutes she was sitting on my lap facing me, my hand held unto her waist tightly. I felt my dick poking her pussy entrance.

I slid my hands underneath  her dress, and touched her bare ass.

“Let's fuck”she whispered into my ear.