All Chapters of Trapped: Bloody Rose: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Let’s take a fondant to Flora as well,” Rose let out, offering a smile to Roma, who stood next to her, while she admired the pastries that looked absolutely divine. “Sure,” he responded readily. The woman behind the counter appeared to be ready to faint. Rose felt for her. After all, the woman didn’t know who she was dealing with but could feel the danger – or maybe she did, hence her unease. Her hands shook ever so slightly, even as she packed the pastries for them. When Roman finally pressed his credit card into Rose’s palm, so she could pay, she raised an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner. “I don’t want the vendor to die of fright,” he shrugged in his usual devil-may-care attitude. Rose merely smiled while the woman – whose name was Clara – blushed to the roots of her hair. “I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to offend you, Mr Bianchi,” the woman stammered on her words, and Rose had to bite back a giggle. Why did she find the situation even ridiculous to begin with? “Do I loo

Rose was humming a song absent-mindedly even as she walked into the kitchen, tied an apron around her midriff, and mentally listed everything she needed to make dinner. Enzo had told her earlier that everything was ready. Rose wanted to be thorough, and was therefore ready to make two main dishes, with a salad and a soup. Ergo, whoever wouldn’t like what she offered as a first option, would take the second. Thankfully, Roman told her she would only be cooking for the main members, as opposed to breakfast, which was usually a busy thing. Enzo, being his usual charming and talkative self, had admitted that he didn’t like raw tomatoes much. He also let her in on the boss’ preferences and also Stefan’s.Recalling that Flora was a fan of spinach, and she was currently on bedrest, she wondered if it would cheer her up to have a quiche. In the end, the aromas wafting through the air, brought Enzo right back to the kitchen some 3 hours later. “Smells good,” he let out, a small smile stret

Rose wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but the base appeared to be rather lively in the evening. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she wondered silently whether there was some event she missed. But then, she soon recalled that Roman’s uncle was coming tomorrow, and wondered if they were preparing a warm welcome for him – no matter if Roman’s warning rang in her ears. She went into the master bedroom, and was surprised to see a box sitting on the bed. She shouldn’t pry, but she couldn’t help but want to see if it might be intended for her. Roman was, after all, nowhere to be seen. There was a card on the box, and it said: “Use me.” The box itself looked luxurious, and she wondered if it was meant for her after all. With a grateful and bright smile, she opened the lilac box, and was surprised at everything she found inside. First, the shower gel smelled divine. Something light and flowery, a sensual mix between jasmin and dark orchid. Next to it was a perfume set. Sh

“I am no switch, little butterfly,” Roman began once they retreated to the master bedroom, “but tonight, I will let you take control.” The words had the knack to knock the breath out of Rose’s lungs, and she looked at him like a deer caught in headlights for a moment there. “What’s that look for?” He teased, just before he bent forward to place a small kiss on her left shoulder. “I don’t know,” she shook her head negatively. “What should I do? I am a complete novice, Rom.” “You’ve been sharing my bed for some time, and you say you’re a novice? I am wounded,” he chuckled good-humoredly, making her worries seem laughable. “You know what I mean,” she all but whimpered the words out. “I do,” he nodded, his icy blue eyes impenetrable. She contemplated telling him she would love to get ravaged the usual way, bound and at his mercy, but then figured that this was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of opportunity. “What are your boundaries?” She asked after a beat, her voice timid and meek, bu

Rose knew that nothing would come out of antagonizing Roman’s uncle, and it was for that very reason that she didn’t hesitate to carry on, “And while Roman had been generous, you may rest at ease. I am not after him for his money.” “Right,” he dared to scoff at her, as if he found her statement ridiculous. “What is in it for you then? Do tell me.” “That’s between me and him,” she offered him a sweet smile. Whether he took that as some kind of provocation or not was his problem, and his alone. His blue eyes, as frosty as Roman’s, but somehow more dangerous, and sharper too, would have no doubt made a lesser woman run for the hills. That being said, she was the woman Roman chose to be with. She would therefore rather drink acid than allow someone to bully her. No matter if her heart fluttered with uncertainty, or her hand trembled ever so slightly, she would have to see this through. “You didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries with Rose, did you, uncle?” Roman iced out, his eyes