Chapter 10: A fancy lie

Roseline's POV…

Only one person has called me Rose all my life. My father.

Florian didn't kiss me back, he broke away.

I tried to mask my expression so it wouldn't show how much it stung.

Now not only did I feel sad but I felt stupid.

No one has ever turned me down. 

I kissed him because I didn't want to think about my father and the fact that he cut me off.

I needed an edge, something to take my mind off it, I was wrong to think Florian could give me that.

I was certainly due for another night out, but I knew my father was keeping track of me waiting for me to slip up.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being right.

I had to prove to him that I could do just fine on my own and I wasn't the spoiled Billionaire's daughter he painted me out to be. 

“Are you okay?”

I wiped the last bit of tears, “Why won't I be?”

“You were just crying… You know you don't have to be strong around me.”

“I said I am fine.” My tone came off a bit harsher than I intended. 

I stood up to leave but he stopped me holding me in place.

“Is it because of your father?”

I glared at him, “What happened to not crossing certain lines?”

I freed myself from his hold.

I took my bag from the locker room and left.

I didn't realize how late it already was until I went outside.

Everywhere was pitch black.

But I kept walking, hopefully I would be able to catch the last bus. 

Just when I arrived at the bus stop, the last bus was already leaving.

I ran towards it, yelling for them to stop but the driver kept moving.

He probably didn't even see me.

I gave up when I lost sight of the bus.

I slouched down on one of the sidewalk benches.

My phone kept buzzing in my hand with Florian’s calls.

I didn't feel like even seeing him or even dealing with him right now.

His mixed feelings are so annoying. One minute he wants me and is asking me not to deny the attraction between us, while the next he is harsh and cold towards me.

I was too pissed to deal with it right now.

I tried calling for an Uber, but most of them were busy.

Turns out there was some big event happening in the city and most of them were already booked. 

Great! Just my luck.

Florian still kept calling while I kept ignoring.

Just when the buzzing stopped, a black Mercedes pulled over.

The window rolled down and revealed Florian’s furious gaze. 

“Get in,” Florian ordered.

I folded my arms across my chest,  “Oh now you offer free rides…” I drawled sarcastically.

“…I would rather walk.”

“You would walk a whole mile… just diss your pride and get in” 

I ignored him and started walking. 

The breeze suddenly became chilly, but I wasn't backing down.

I hated being told what to do, in the restaurant he may be my boss or my roommate back at the apartment but out here he had no control over me.

Who is he to order me around? 

The sky roared as I kept walking.

“Come on don't tell me you are on his side too?” I whispered beneath my breath.

Florian kept following me closely in his car as I walked. 

“It's going to rain, get in.”

“Not the first time I have been soaked.”

“You would catch a cold if you get soaked twice in a day.”

“Would rather cut my losses.”

A few steps further and the rain started pouring, in a second I was drenched.

That makes it twice in one day.

Florian wasn't patient anymore with my protest, he got out of the car and dragged me all the way to the passenger seat.

I didn't have it in me to leave because I was already shivering to the bone.

He just shook his head in disappointment before buckling his seat belt.

He turned on the heater before he started driving.

I was silently grateful for it as I couldn't speak from the cold.

As the heat brushed over my skin I became aware of the fact that the rain had made my clothes almost transparent.

I hated bras but today I wished I had worn one.

My nipples poked hard through the fabric like they were personally begging for attention. 

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

Florian picked up on my discomfort, “Are you still cold?”

“A bit,” I lied.

I wasn't cold anymore,  even though my clothes were still soaked. Heat ran through me.

Not sure if it was from the heater or the way my body responded to Florian beside me, like it had a mind of its own.

Coupled with our little fight and earlier kiss my body was betraying me.

“I have an extra set of clothes in the back. I can pull over so you can change into something dry.” 

“Yes please.” I tried my best to sound as casual as I could. 

He found a parking spot and pulled over.

I got in the back to change, and in another moment I regretted not having a bra on.

His focus was on the road, so he didn't get to witness my dilemma.

I shuffled quickly to change. I didn't want him peeking.

Though a part of me was certain he wouldn't do that…but still.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen every inch of my body, as a matter of fact our first night together happened to start from the back of a car only that this was fancier.

My face flushed as memories of that night played in my vision.

The way I rode on his finger helplessly.

Oh, what I would do to feel them buried deep in me once more. 

I cleared my throat pushing those thoughts away.

When I was done dressing I allowed myself a moment to catch my breath, I didn't want him to see how flushed I was.

I was pretty sure my face was as red as a tomato.

Speaking of fancy.

As I dressed I got to finally get a good look at the car, how on earth was he able to afford this?