Rosalie I wake up from a very naughty dream to my phone alarm. Damn it, I was just getting to the good part. I head downstairs and make my coffee. Caesar is sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace. “Good morning.” I greet him and he lowers his head to go back to sleep. I know exactly how he feels. I showered and washed my hair last night so I pull back my hair into a high ponytail today. I throw on light make up and lipstick. Put on my yoga pants and a spaghetti strap shirt. Then I throw on some boots. I decide to not wear a bra. I give no shits. I pack a dress to change into after yoga and some heels. I tell Caesar bye and take off in

Rosalie I’ve had the fantasy of being drawn like Rose was by Jack in the movie Titanic from the moment I saw it. When me and Julius were role playing at the wedding venue it dawned on me. Julius is an artist. I’m a willing model. I have the perfect place to take him and make this fantasy come to life. We walk up to the door of my long time friend Lenny’s house. We call him Lenny because he looks just like Lenny Kravitz. He’s also an artist and his house is a local art studio where he holds sketching parties. Naked women and men pose and are drawn by fellow artist. I’ve never participated in the nude modeling but I could be inspired for Julius. Lenny answers the door wearing a funky dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing his naked muscular chest and some black leather pants. With his signature dreads and nose ring

Rosalie This week has been a cluster fuck. I’m flattered the symphony wants me to headline a majority of our projected shows but I didn’t expect to hit the ground running after being gone a year. Julius has sent me multiple text but I didn’t reply. I’m trying to get some space between us after our two day straight tease fest. I’m playing with fire with him and I literally had to stick my head in a bucket of ice after our “art project”. I really didn’t expect him to be that great at drawing, much less look so sinfully hot doing so. I need to really get over this... this thing going on between us. He is literally a play boy and play boys do one thing. Get what they want. Toying with any emotions necessary to get you in their bed then leave you high and dry and find a new toy. Not going to happen. He is temptin

Julius I sit at the poker table with Ben, Arlo, Violet, and the twins. Stephanie and Krystal are feeding Becca liquor talking about their bridesmaids dresses they want to wear. Becca looks miserable and with the way she’s drinking, she’ll be passed out before the end of the night. Where the hell is Rosalie? Ben shuffles the deck of cars while we all drink beer. “Let’s start with blackjack.” Ben insists and we agree. “I can’t tell you how happy I am for you Ben. Becca is a wonderful woman.” Arlo says and then Becca let’s out a cackle in the distance. “Oh shit. Plan B bro.” Michael says to Christophe

Julius Stephanie and Krystal are so stupid to keep antagonizing Rosalie. With the way she threw that bottle right by their heads, you’d think they’d get the message. They meant to make her look bad for not having many sexual partners but it’s the exact opposite effect. I found her reply to be romantic and true. I’ve had more lovers than I can count but it was never truly an intimate experience. It was sex and release. With Rosalie there’s no doubt it would shake my soul. She already has. Dance party? Another reason to show their asses to a bunch of men. Stephanie and Krystal are the biggest whores ever and that’s coming from me. When Rosalie stripped down to her lacy black bra and panties my eyes were only on her. She moved slow and calculated. The perfect mix of skill and seductive mov