All Chapters of Safe Word: Rosé: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Narrator- Cara breathed heavily, her eyes staring angrily at Jason, who on the other hand was calmer than the sea at sunrise. While Cara panted from her struggles, which she attempted every once in a while, Jason had no problem holding her in this position. He studied the way she excited herself while trying to escape him. His grip on her wrists did not relent, which resulted in a thin lining of sweat to form between their skins. She said nothing more and placed all her energy in her fight to remove her body from his, but the harder she tried, the more Jason pushed their intertwined hands into the small of her back, forcing her to flush as close as possible against him. Cara frowned when she realized that she was now fully plastered against Jason's form. Her shoulder muscles were already tense, and her neck was enveloped in a dizzying heat. Being so close and personal with Jason caused Cara to feel helpless, and as much as she wanted to take another bite at gun, she only wished to do

Narrator- Cindy entered the office, while passing close to Cara. In that moment of close contact, Cara made a quick face of her eyes rolling up and her tongue sticking out to the side of her mouth, to indicate that Jason was killing her. Cindy did her best to stifle a chuckle and cleared her throat while making her way to Jason's desk. Cara took her time in closing the door and took even longer to walk back to the desk. She pretended to be studying the credit card in her hand, and while she expected to see the company's name, instead she noticed it was Jason's first and last name on the card. Frowning, Cara reached the desk and prepared to sink into the spongy seat. Jason waited for Cara's butt to almost reach the seat, when he cleared his throat and spoke up, "Oh Miss Thompson, please wait in the hall. I'd like to speak with Cindy alone." "What-" Cara breathed out, her face instantly marring into an angry mask. Jason rose an eyebrow at her actions, and Cara sent a side glance to

Cara- During the car ride, I leaned my head against the window after the conversation died down between us. I tried to not think much on Cindy's words, but a part of me felt ready to use the information I learned as a weapon against Jason. I wanted to go home, he wouldn't let me, but maybe I could make him. If he wanted obedience and submission, then I would talk back more, and be as defiant as possible. I didn't belong in the mansion. Cindy and Vincent were trying their best to make me feel welcomed, but I wanted to be home, far away from the mansion, and all the indecent events that take place within the walls of that place. In my home, I was safe and well away from Jason and all the weird explicit things he implicated in his lifestyle. I wanted to forget everything I saw over the past twenty-four hours. I wanted to be back in my own world, where I was in control, and chose what I wanted to be exposed to. I wanted to hide back in the comfort zone of my old lifestyle and forget th

Narrator- Cara looked at Jason, and Dante did the same, before sending a glance to catch her reaction. While she did her best to keep the distress off her face, Dante was still surprised that Jason agreed in the first place. "Really?" Dante wondered, his tone slightly skeptic. "Yes, while I wasn't interested in selling, if you're willing to consider my asking price, then I'm willing to accommodate you." Jason answered calmly. "Well, that settles that then." Dante smiled brightly while opening his arms, before he stood up. Jason stood up as well, and so did Henry and Cara. "Thank you for hosting us this evening Jason." Dante greeted, shaking Jason's hand. "It was a pleasure." Jason replied, then shook Henry's hand. "And Cara, thank you for receiving us." Dante turned his attention to Cara, who smiled. "Have a good evening." Cara greeted in return, before leading them towards the door."I will call you sometime this week to let you know when I'm coming by. I'll have instruction

Cara- I don't know when I eventually fell asleep last night. It had to be somewhere between losing my mind by being angry at Jason for what he did and being angry at myself for spending too much time revisiting the kiss in my mind. My dad had barely been underground for a month, and here I was, playing kissy face with the man who practically expressed him to death's door and beyond. Cindy's alarm woke me up, and the first part of my body that reacted to being awake was that jittery organ in my lower abdomen. The kiss was the first thing I remembered. My fingers touched my lips, and zap, my uterus made me aware that a hot, mean, yet still hot male gave me attention the night before. "Amen." I heard Cindy mutter next to me. Maybe I should try praying too. She yawned, I was still covered from head to toe by my blanket. "Morning girly, you awake?" I heard Cindy call. I pulled the blanket off my face. She opened her mouth, I stopped her. "Don't ask, because I won't tell." I warne