Tbh I almost gave up on this story, because of the lack of traction and all... But I am of those who believe that every story needs to be told. Ergo for my sweet subs, no matter how few or many you are, this chap is for you <3 Much love, Larose Semsem
When Rose arrived at the clinic, she knew things were going to be hectic. Her night shifts at the ER were rarely anything but chaotic.Heavens, she could already hear two ambulances blaring their way.She barely had enough time to change before she reported to the ER.“You’re in triage, Rose,” Layla, an older nurse whom she respected, let out at the sight of her.Layla, was not just an older nurse though, she was the one who usually took of the dangerous mafia boss who had come to mean so much to Rose.“Sure,” Rose nodded, and got to work without delay.The paramedics soon filed in, bringing in an unconscious woman, who looked like she had the most unpleasant encounter ever.A white lab-coat was covering her, and upon inspecting her, while listening to the paramedics, Rose had the scare of her life.“We found Scarlett Morny, battered and raped, in her own home,” the way the words were spoken were ominous. “And the only reason why we had been called in was because the neighbors had cal
Roman sought Flora early that evening. Right there, in the kitchen where she rarely allowed people in, they discussed important matters.“You were right, Fi,” he said in earnest the moment he sat down. “She is indeed quite the fit for me.”“Rose isn’t just a pretty face,” she retorted in a soft tone of voice.The words, albeit simple in nature, seemed to hold a subtle warning. She was telling him not to mess this up in her own sweet motherly way, and Roman merely nodded at her.Flora placed a cup of chamomille tea in front of him, which he grabbed almost immediately, revelling in its warmth.“You finished off that coward, I hope?” Then came her question.Roman could bet everything he owned that Flora had heard from the overly talkative Enzo — the guy needed to be taught a lesson — how Rose’s pathetic date had blown up at her… And that explained her annoyance.“I did,” he assured. “I came here, asking for a favor.”“You only need to say the word, young master,” her eyes twinkled with s
The letter Rose wrote was meant for her father. A man whom she had loved dearly but whom she could no longer rely on. A man who had once filled her life with joy and giggles, only for his loss to hit harder than ever.I write to you, dad, because I need to voice out my thoughts about a few things… And it is only you whom I can entrust with my secrets. I have always been a little daddy’s girl, and it seems that even in death this hasn’t changed… not that I complaining. This entanglement with a renowned mafia boss should have never happened. I was only meant to be his nurse. And yet, I was drawn to his cold calculating eyes. I was intrigued by his charisma and unyielding personality. It is no wonder that I lost my composure and allowed the unthinkable to happen. It is an absolute sight for sore eyes to see his eyes lose their cold touch, whenever they settle on me, during our most intimate moments… Ew! Yes, I know. I know you wouldn’t want to hear about this… So, let’s not go there.
Rose was sure that Roman got off on her blushes and her nervous squirming. She could feel his gaze linger on her every now and then. She could feel the weight of all the comments nobody dared to voice out. She could almost hear the questions, both daring and cautious, that burnt the lips of his men.As it turned out, Flora had been teasing her — thankfully — for the kitchen had been fully ready. They had been prepared to have one more mouth to feed than usual.Rose’s gaze was drawn to the croissant, and to the jam, as she wondered how it would taste on her tongue.“Clear the strawberry jam,” Roman commanded in a tone that allowed room for no argument.“It’s my favorite…” Enzo pursed his lips as he muttered.The only reason Rose could hear him was because he was sitting next to her.Roman raised an eyebrow, and his gaze went from sharp to deadly, as he let out in his most blasé tone of voice, “Do you wish to eat that fork, Enzo?”The man visibly shuddered and shook his head negatively.
Rose was under the hot water, thinking, thinking hard about what this arrangement meant for her. She knew she couldn’t resist Roman, no matter if he was a mafia boss or an old patient. His fleeting albeit scorching touches played a dirty game on her. And it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of his penetrating gaze too. He saw right through her, knew exactly what could possibly upset her, and what could hurt her too… Hell, he even remembered that she was allergic to berries. She hadn’t felt so seen in years. Before long, she was drying herself up with a towel. She had only put on cute and simple black underwear, with a white bow at the front, when there was a knock on the door. She didn’t get to say a word, too mortified as she was, before the very man who troubled her came in, an eyebrow raised in question, “What took you so long? Did I not satisfy you, little butterfly?” “What?” She was dumbfounded for a moment there, before she blushed furiously. “No. No. Heavens no!” “I didn
Roman would have to admit that Rose’s reactions to him were out of this world. Indeed, despite being totally inexperienced, and even though he was a mafia boss — whom she should be fearing, not bedding — she was responsive to his every touch, and naturally submissive.For someone who had as much spike as her, outside of bed that was, she sure didn’t mind being tied up and ravaged like there was no tomorrow.It seemed like she trusted him. And while that might be a bit of a dangerous territory, he figured that he too was in quite the mess. Obsessing over a woman like her was bound to be troublesome, and yet he wasn’t sure he would ever stop pursuing her.Hell, even for someone who could be a punctuality freak like himself, he didn’t mind missing breakfast.He really didn’t mind, until there was a knock on the door while he was balls deep inside her.“I’m busy,” he growled before the person on the other side of the door could open the door… not that it would, for he had been prepared fo