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Roseline’s POV
I moved my body to the beat of the music not caring about the flimsy material of my dress that played peek-a-boo with my underwear.
The dance floor was packed as we all danced and swayed, sweat glistening on our skin.
But yet the hair at the back of my neck stood on alert.
I felt a burning gaze on me.
My eyes searched amongst the large crowd, and that was when I saw him.
His gaze was zoned in on me as he watched me dance; it gave me liquid courage, along with the few shots I had.
I rocked my hips and allowed my own hands to roam
My body slowly, while I maintained eye contact with this stranger who looked like he was about to devour me whole and consume me.
I noticed his lips part a bit, just the go-ahead I needed.
He was my catch for the night.
I moved to the bar, and the bartender raised his eyebrows when he saw me seated.
“It’s my last cup for the night.”
I half pleaded? I was sure he was looking out for me and didn’t want a repeat of the last time when I stripped naked.
“I would have whatever the lady is having.”
A cold yet soothing voice sounded from behind me.
Bingo!
I turned to face the stranger, but my breath hitched immediately.
It was a good thing I was seated because my limbs grew weak just seeing him up close.
Time to play.
“I am not sure you would enjoy a pineapple martini.”
His eyes remained on me as he spoke, “Must taste good.”
“The drink or me?”
“Both.”
“How would you know when you haven’t tried it?”
“We can fix that.”
This man wasn't even trying and yet my soaked pantries said otherwise.
He took a sip of the drink, and a soft groan escaped his throat.
“Here I have tasted it.”
“How… does it taste?” My breathing became erratic and the club felt hotter than before.
“Good…” He moved closer to me until I was right between his legs, but there’s one more thing left to taste.”
He leaned over and took my lips in his devouring me while not caring about the crowd around us.
Neither did I. We kissed and it felt like the whole world became silent for a minute.
He shoved his tongue into mine as his teeth bit my lips, it was a mixture of pain and sweetness.
“Your place or mine.” He asked before taking my lips again.
“Yours.” I managed to reply in between.
“Let’s go.”
We got in a cab, after he had barked out the direction to the driver.
He pulled up the blind, affording us some privacy.
His lips were on mine again as he placed me gently on his thigh.
I could feel his erection bulging through his pants.
It took every ounce of self-control left in me not to touch it.
His hand roamed my body, leaving a trail of heat with every touch.
When he got to my waist he tugged on the string of my thong and shifted it to the side.
He cupped my ass cheeks in his hand before he pushed his finger through my sex.
His finger slipped through easily with how soaking wet I was.
“Fuck!” He muttered into my ear as he inhaled my scent at the same time.
Embarrassment flushed through my cheeks at how my body responded to his touch.
He started moving his fingers slowly allowing me to adjust to his pace bit by bit.
He slid a second one inside, increasing his thrust causing me to tip off the edge.
He caught my moans in his mouth as his kiss silenced them.
My body shook as my orgasm rolled over me, and he held me steady on his lap resting his head on mine.
We both chuckled, “Do you think he heard us?”
I was referring to the driver who drove quietly.
“I don’t care if he did.”
I removed myself from his lap and arranged my dress as best I could.
“You are so addictive.” He whispered.
“Why don't we save the rest for later?”
“Good idea.” I giggled seeing the obvious distress he was in as his erection still poked through.
The car came to a halt.
“This is your apartment?”
“Yes, I just moved into the city so a friend of mine owns the apartment complex, so he allowed me to lease at a lesser price,”
“Thats nice of him.”
We took the elevator to his floor.
Every step I took closer to his flat built anticipation, my panties were beyond wet, it was completely soaked trickling slowly between my thighs.
This wasn't my first hook-up with a stranger, but he felt different like a mixture of mystery and danger.
He unlocked the door with a key card while his other hand rested just below my waistline.
“This is your last chance to back out.”
“Hell no!” I remarked, causing him to smile.
Immediately we crossed the door, our hands were on each other, his lips on mine.
One of his hands fisted my hair as I tugged on his belt buckle to break free his hard d*ck.
He carried me in his arms, positioning me right at where his d*ck stood still hard.
He opened another door, which I guess was to the bedroom, I wasn't sure because I wasn't looking.
He placed me gently on the bed, pushed my underwear aside, and in a single thrust he was buried deep inside me.
He allowed me some minutes for my body to get used to his size, before he began moving inside me.
We spent the entire night worshipping each other's bodies, orgasm after orgasm.
I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, this has to be the most in my entire life all in one night.
Sleep eventually caught on, dragging me under.
When I woke up the next morning my entire body was sore, I let out a groan forcing myself to get up.
The stranger I just had the best night of my life with wasn't present.
Thank goodness it could make leaving less awkward.
I had already broken one of my rules by sleeping over at his place.
I searched around for my dress and underwear, quickly putting them on.
I tiptoed my way to his front door, just as I was about to open the door, it clicked open from the other side.
“Fuck.” I muttered beneath my breath, but I was sure he heard.
"Running away?” He sidestepped me as I entered the apartment. That was when I noticed the brown paper bag and coffee cup in his hands.
Shit! He can't be getting me breakfast.
I cut straight to the chase, “Last night was fun, but it will never happen again. It was a one-time thing, I don't do long-term and I certainly don't fuck the same guy twice.”
FLORIAN'S POV"Call Gabriel," Roseline gasped, her hand gripping mine so tightly now I could feel my own pulse pounding beneath her fingers. "Florian, call him. Tell the hospital we're coming."I fumbled for my phone one-handed, keeping my other hand steady on the wheel, dialing Gabriel's number through the car's speaker system. He picked up on the second ring, his voice immediately alert despite the early hour."Florian?""Gabriel, it's happening," I said quickly, my voice tight with barely controlled panic. "Roseline's in labor, the contractions are coming fast, way faster than they're supposed to this early. We're maybe ten minutes out from the hospital.""Okay," Gabriel said, his voice shifting instantly into something calm, focused, exactly the steady presence I desperately needed right now. "I'm calling the hospital directly, making sure they've got a room ready the second you pull up. What's her timing like right now?""Two minutes," Roseline said, her voice strained, breathles
ROSELINE'S POVI woke suddenly at just past four in the morning, a sharp, undeniable tightness gripping low across my stomach, nothing at all like the uncertain, fleeting sensation from weeks earlier. This felt different immediately, deeper, more insistent, pulling a soft gasp from me before I'd even fully opened my eyes."Florian," I said, my voice tight as the sensation slowly began to ease.He stirred immediately beside me, instantly alert despite the early hour. "What's wrong?" he asked, already sitting up."I think," I said carefully, breathing slowly through the last traces of the contraction, "I think this is actually it."He studied me carefully, searching my face for any sign this might be another false alarm. "Are you sure?" he asked gently, though I could see the careful hope and fear both building steadily behind his tired eyes."I'm sure," I said, and even as I spoke the words, another contraction began building low across my stomach, sharper this time, stealing the breat
FLORIAN'S POVI still checked the locks every night before bed, a habit I'd developed months earlier that I hadn't quite managed to let go of completely, even now, weeks after Reyes had confirmed Webb's network was effectively dismantled. It wasn't the same sharp, constant fear that had gripped me before, the careful watchfulness of someone bracing for immediate danger. It had softened into something quieter now, more like a gentle, lingering habit than active fear."You're doing it again," Roseline said softly one evening, watching from the doorway as I checked the back door for the second time that night."Doing what?" I asked, though I already knew."The security sweep," she said gently, a small, understanding smile touching her lips. "Florian, I've noticed. Every night, you check the doors, glance out the windows, make sure the cameras are running properly."I paused, slightly caught, though I didn't feel the need to deny it. "I guess I have," I admitted quietly."It's okay," she
ROSELINE'S POVNina had transformed our backyard into something straight out of a magazine, soft strings of lights draped carefully between the trees, pale pink and cream decorations scattered thoughtfully throughout, a small table set up near the back covered in carefully wrapped gifts."Nina, this is beautiful," I said, standing near the entrance, taking in the warm, careful details she'd clearly spent hours preparing."I wanted it perfect," she said, pulling me into a gentle hug, careful of my rounded stomach now. "You deserve this, Roseline. After everything."Guests began arriving shortly after, familiar faces filling the yard with warm laughter and gentle conversation. Several of the restaurant staff came, along with a few close friends I'd made over the years, everyone gathering warmly around small tables scattered comfortably throughout the space.Florian's parents arrived mid-afternoon, Anna carrying a large, carefully wrapped package, her expression bright with quiet excitem
ROSELINE'S POVThe venue Mara had chosen for the launch felt intimate despite its elegance, a converted gallery space with soft lighting and tasteful arrangements of white flowers scattered carefully throughout the room. Florian's hand rested gently at the small of my back as we moved through the gathering crowd, my stomach now full and round beneath my dress, drawing occasional warm glances from other guests."This is beautiful," I said softly, studying the space carefully, Mara's careful, thoughtful touch evident in every small detail."It really is," Florian agreed, his own gaze moving steadily across the room.We made our way slowly through the gathering guests, introducing ourselves carefully to the small groups scattered throughout the space. Many, we quickly learned, were families connected personally to the foundation's mission, people who had lost loved ones to violence, who understood intimately the kind of grief and complicated healing Mara hoped to support through her new
ROSELINE'S POVThe letter arrived on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, tucked among the usual bills and restaurant correspondence, Mara's elegant handwriting immediately recognizable across the cream-colored envelope. I carried it into the kitchen, setting it carefully on the counter as I finished putting away groceries, curiosity building steadily as I eyed it."Who's it from?" Florian asked, glancing up from his laptop at the table."Mara," I said, picking it up again, running my thumb along the edge. "I haven't heard from her in weeks."I opened it carefully, unfolding the thick paper inside, Mara's familiar, careful handwriting filling the page.Dear Roseline and Florian,I hope this letter finds you both well, and that Roseline's pregnancy continues progressing smoothly. I think of you both often, more than you probably realize.I've spent the past several months reflecting deeply on everything that's happened, Adrian's conviction, the painful truths we uncovered together about our fami







