Semua Bab (Not) His Sugar Baby: Bab 321 - Bab 330

Rose's smile lingered for a long time, the curves on her lips refusing to fade at the thought of her decision last night. She had resolved to keep more boundaries between her relationship with Theo. But when he was next to her, it all faded away. Rose couldn't help herself, although sometimes the image of her past status still jolted her consciousness. Not knowing when Rose became so inconsistent. She was influenced by some things, especially if Theo behaved the way she wanted him to. "You—why did you leave me sleeping alone in the room, Sugar?" A question followed from behind. Rose gasped as one arm curled around her flat stomach. The wet touch of a swirling tongue gave a tickling sensation on the back of Rose's neck. Theo's activities interrupted her at the kitchen table. She was busy with the bread dough that was about to turn smooth. "You look exhausted. I didn't have the heart to wake you up, and surely you must know I couldn't possibly wait for y

Rose had yet to fully land her soft, full lips. Her body fell into a warm lap, and one arm reached out to her deeply. "Can you feel me, Sugar?" The bite on Rose's earlobe reddened the entire surface of her face. Something hardened down there seemed to be struggling, urging Rose's presence every now and then. She was trying to escape from Theo's wild turmoil that provoked a sense of unease. "Just once, Sugar." The wet tongue was already twisting to play the role of seduction. Sucking sounds craved the surface of Rose's neck skin. Theo's fingers slowly slid into the oversized T-shirt and bra that was loosened from its hooks. The soft, supple nub felt just right amidst the tightening grip. Each of Theo's squeezes had an intoxicating effect—rough and adoring blended together. "Come on, Sugar. Just one time. Take off your pants." Sensual lips whispered to send a distress signal. Rose shuddered. "I'm not sure. One ti

"Where are you taking my suitcase and Theo's suitcase, Lion?" Three days since the hot mess in the kitchen, Rose thought things were still going well. Her closeness with Theo had changed considerably. Two individuals who were united in a bond, like they had just dived between their differences. She didn't fully know Theo, that was true. But for this sudden departure—if Rose's interpretation wasn't wrong. Theo should have informed her and asked her to prepare. However, the man hadn't been seen since Rose had woken up. "Lion," Rose called out in half pursuit. Lion seemed to be pressed for time, so he didn't hear or even see her. "I'm talking to you." Rose's pat on Lion's shoulder line made the man flinch. "Oh, Miss, sorry." Rose nodded in understanding, returning her attention to the suitcases in Lion's hands. "Where are you taking it?" she asked curiously. "To the cabin, miss. We're going back to Italy." "This su

The scene before Rose added more and more unexpected parts that she had to underline as important. The residents of the mansion, some of them in charge of the core, and the ones Rose was most familiar with were gathered in one room full of howls. Among them, Esmeralda on the sofa with her own special appearance always snatched the lyrics of the song Lion was singing. Several knick-knacks were attached to the husky's body, a conical hat with stripes and a mix of bright colors was attached to the head that looked up high whenever her howl would dominate the situation. Everything that appeared before Rose was, yes, quite pleasant. But what never ceased to attract her attention was only one .... Theo who chose to sit on the single sofa. The man's gaze looked amused almost squinting as well as a smile that faintly appeared and disappeared. Theo's one free hand rested on one leg. The forefinger separated from the thumb attached under the jaw smothered his own lips. Theo never looke

Rose stammered. Once she looked down ... things were no longer the same. The sound of Verasco's heavy fists and cries soared into the background. Theo jerked his father's face hard. "What has this old fart done to you?" He spoke with restrained anger. "Answer me, Rose!" And snapped with his neck muscles flexing everywhere. Once Rose's arm was gripped, there was no longer any silence that Rose could maintain. She tried to pull herself free from the wrath that had completely overtaken Theo to the point that not a shred of patience was lost. "You're hurting me, Theo." Rose complained. The poor decision regenerated the pain even more. "Answer me. What has this old fart done?" Theo's question never changed. The sharp ashen gaze contained a wrenching blade. "Nothing. Your father just slapped me." Theo almost complained. Rose's arms were pulled and shaken together. "I'm not stupid, Rose. Tell me or this will end very