Todos os capítulos de Trapped: Bloody Rose: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

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

Daniel was among the following shift’s team, and he didn’t fail to tell Rose, an easy smirk stretching his lips, “Well, ain’t you glowing?”Rose, being her usual timid self whenever it came to such matters, couldn’t help the blush that threatened to cover her whole. She also shot him a glare with no heat, which only seemed to make him chuckle.“Gotta go,” she declared in a soft tone of voice, after she was done relaying everything regarding the new patients, as she felt her phone’s vibration in her pocket.She knew already who it was. She also knew that Roman hated any and all disruptions where his schedule was concerned.He was rather particular about time and punctuality, and she wasn’t quite ready to test him.Exiting the clinic’s building in haste, her eyes found a sleek black car which she guessed was one of his.She checked her phone at long last, and on her screen was a text that said: Waiting for you outside.The window rolled down in the back, and a deep drawl soon reached he

Roman had trouble clearing his mind of Rose’s innocent and yet expectant look, as she asked him how she looked, how she smelled, even as he looked out the window of the car.He didn’t hesitate to tell her that he might just ravage her at La Duchesse, even though he ached to take her in the car again. He had promised her breakfast, and he was going to honor his promise.He was then mildly taken aback as she asked him why he called her butterfly.“Can’t I?” He retorted, a smirk stretching his lips, as he turned to look at her.“That was not the question,” she pouted at him.Those plump red lips were inviting him, and making it harder and harder to keep a cool head on his shoulders.“You’re too smart for your own good,” he chuckled.“And you’re deflecting, Roman,” she quipped, her lips pursed, as she squinted her eyes a little.“Touche,” he agreed with a nod. Then, looking her square in the eyes, he let out, “the first time I met you, I thought you were like a bee. The busiest bee in tha

“I didn’t know you had an allergy to cats,” Rose let out softly, the moment she and Roman got back to the car.“I am a dog person,” he replied without any moment’s hesitation.She couldn’t help but giggle.“I can totally see you with a lab,” she soon commented.“I actually once had a German shepherd,” he retorted easily. “He was my companion for the longest time.”“I see,” she offered him a small smile.There was something disturbingly painful about the way he said that. As if merely thinking about his dog made him uncomfortable… And yet, he hadn’t thought twice about telling her. He had opened up to her without question.Rose could almost taste the progress they were making on her tongue. It was sweet and refreshing at the same time. Trust was building slowly but surely between them, and their chemistry seemed to no longer be the only thing binding them together.Heavens, it was also even scarier than anything she had ever experienced.She was a nurse, and helping people was her call

Roman’s eyes were deep and unfathomable as he approached Rose.“Breathe, little butterfly,” he let out, as he brought forward a paper bag to her face, which she took gladly. “Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.”Rose did as she was told, desperately attempting to calm down. And with his help, his ever soothing presence, and his branding touch on her back, she somehow managed to stop hyperventilating.“That’s it. Good girl.”His praise had the knack to make her feel somewhat cherished. Usually, her father was the only one who helped her through her panic attacks. Her mother never bothered, eying her with something akin to disdain. And heavens knew that she only developed such severe anxiety because of her. As a teenager, she had once found her passed out on the couch, her nose bleeding without any sign of struggle in the house… She hadn’t understood then. She only realized the enormity of what had almost happened a few years after. Her mother had become a junkie, and had almost overdosed.W