Chapter 12: Puck Me!

Roseline’s POV…

His car wasn’t as exotic as Florian’s but it was decent enough.

“You can’t think of Florian, you would be defeating the whole purpose of doing this.” My mind screamed at me.

“You are right, no thoughts about Florian tonight,” I replied in my head.  

He opened the door to the passenger seat for me to get in.

Immediately he got into his own seat, our hands were on each other, with his lips on mine.

He roamed my body feeling every inch of me as I roamed his.

His body was perfectly toned, anyone would kill to be with someone like him. 

Yet visions of Florian still played in my head as our tongues rolled together.

He cupped my breasts with his free hands circling my nipples. My body responded to every inch of his touch.

Soft koans escaped my mouth as he drank every inch of them. 

In my head, I could see Florian watching us make out from a distance. 

My vision became a bit blurry, as we explored each other. 

“We should make it to your apartment,” I muttered between kisses.

He giggled, “We should—“

A loud thud sounded just from behind him as someone grabbed him out of the driver's seat before he could complete his sentence. 

My mind hadn’t fully registered what was happening yet as I shuffled in my seat. 

I rubbed my palm against my eyes to at least see better.

I could hear groans coming from the floor and I bent over to look. 

“Florian?” 

For a minute I thought I was still imagining him, but the groans sounded real. 

“Florian!” I yelled again to get his attention, but he still didn’t respond. 

I had to come in between them to try to stop them from landing any more punches on each other, but I ended up tripping over and falling.

Florian let go of the stranger and ran to my side carrying me in his arms. 

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Florian’s POV…

I sat hidden in the shadows as she tiptoed outside in the same dress she wore that night we met which meant only one thing.

When she left the apartment I watched her from the CCTV to be sure she had gone a distance then I used the stairs.

She thought she had escaped but what she didn’t know was that I had eyes everywhere in the building because I was the owner of the complex.

I followed quietly behind her. 

I stood on the opposite street with a perfect view of the bar she went into. 

She exited the bar in a few minutes with a guy. 

My blood boiled. 

She staggered a bit using his weight as a support, while the bast*rd had a huge smirk on his face. 

I squeezed my palm tight as they got into his car. 

I was not going to stand back and watch a random guy take advantage of Rose…. I mean Roseline.

I took long strides towards where he was parked.

The dick couldn’t even lock the door.

I flung it open and grabbed him out from the car, I could only land one punch before Roseline came stumbling between us.

I carried her in my arms all the way to the apartment.

She kept kicking and struggling to release herself from my grasp.

When we passed by the reception everyone gave us weird stares and glances.

Some even whispered to themselves.

Hopefully, I don’t have the cops at my door by morning. If anyone needed to talk to the cops it should be that guy. 

I put her down when we entered the elevator.

She jabbed at my chest, “Why are you such a cock blocker?” 

I scoffed, “I am not.”

“You are… cause tell me why you just stopped me from having the best orgasm of my life.” 

I inched closer to her backing her against the wall.

I held her two hands together and pinned them above her head, our faces were mere inches apart before I whispered into her ear; “The best orgasm of your life?”

I gritted my teeth together. 

She let out a shaky breath, “Yes, but… You just ruined it.” 

“Don’t say things that would make me angry.”

Her face flushed red, “What would you do?”

I placed my lips so close to her ears that I could feel her skin, “Except you want a punishment,”

She bit her lips shut, stifling a moan.

I released her hands from my hold just before the elevator opened. 

She walked out on her own, but kept tripping over herself with each step she took.

The scene made me chuckle.

After like three steps forward she gave up and sat on the floor.

I leaned down to her level.

She blew a lock of hair that covered her eyes to meet my gaze, “You are enjoyyyying this aren’t you?”

I bit a laugh, “A bit.”

“I didn’t even have much… to… drink.” 

Her words were slurred, but I could still make them out.

“You are a light head.” 

“No I am not.” She yelled.

Even when drunk she was still as stubborn as ever. 

“Let’s fuck.” 

Her words caught me off guard, I nearly choked on my own spit. 

I cleared my throat, “You are drunk.” 

I picked her up and carried her all the way to her room. 

As I placed her on the bed, she didn’t let go of her hold on me so I ended up stumbling on top of her. 

I used my arm to support my weight so I don’t crush her. 

We both paused, I stared deep into her eyes.

They turned three shades darker forming a dark blue pool. 

She raised her lips to meet mine, but I backed away. 

She let out a frustrated groan, “Florian please don’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“Hold out on me.”

“You are drunk, you should get some sleep.”

“I don't want to sleep I want to get fucked. Is that so hard?”

“You may want to get fucked now, but by morning you won’t remember it. Get some sleep.” 

“Would you stay with me?”

“That’s not a good idea.” I breathed. 

She tugged at the end of my shirt, “Please I don’t want to be alone.”

Tears started to pool in her eyes. 

Was she about to start drunk-crying? 

“Fine, I would stay with you.”

I took off my shirt and lay beside her.

This was going to be a long night.