All Chapters of ROSE IN THE DARK : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"And where could he be....?" Alan turned 360°, his eyes scanning through the crowd until he spotted a familiar figure hidden behind a rose bush. Bingo..... He walked up close, holding a small bottle of milk as he drew closer to Dylan. His footsteps drawing Dylan's attention."What the hell are you doing here?" - Dylan snapped. Alan spread out his arms with a small shrug, taking a seat next to him.“What do you think?.” "I'm here to keep you company of course, I really can't have you walking around on your own. What if you decide to do something stupid........ like suicide perhaps." - Alan added, his lips curved in a thin smile. "You-, you saw that didn't you.....?!" - Dylan stammered,his face flushed with embarrassment.Alan folded his arms, his expression calm and relaxed. "Can't say i did and can't say i didn't. There was a crowd out there, such a thing would be impossible to miss." - He paused, glancing over his shoulders as he stared at Dylan's profile. He lowered his eyes,

Where did he say he'd be...? Dylan walked past a row of doors, unsure of where to go exactly. Simone had texted him the room number, something about the 17th suite on the third floor. He paused, standing in the middle of the hallway with a lost and confused expression. He had gone through this entire corridor and he hadn't found the suite 17. He combed through his hair in confusion, turning around a bit as he glanced at the numbers imprinted on the doors more closely. Still the same, there were no doors with the number 17 imprinted on them. Was he on the wrong floor.... Or was Simone just playing another cruel joke?. He clenched his phone, a small scoff escaping his lips. For Simone's sake, it had better not be the latter. He was already pulling up a lot of risk coming here right now, and he wasn't feeling easy about any of this. "Calm down, calm down. It's just my nerves acting up, just a few rows of doors. What could possibly go wrong?". He muttered, softly chanting a soothing

Melissa stared at the shut door, arms wrapped tightly around a file. Donning a small pout while adjusting the thin frame of her glasses. What's with his attitude...?She turned around in a huff, her soft gaze lingering on the crowd of employees who for strange reasons, seemed more interested in her than in their assigned jobs. She shivered, goosebumps rising under her skin as she felt their hostile looks burn holes through her body.Great~She flashed an awkward smile, her manicured hands running through her thick curls. She seemed to be starting everything off on the wrong foot today.First,she gets transferred to this run down department. Then she gets kicked out by her supposed superior and now she's getting death stares from everyone around.Just perfect. At least,she doesn't get to bother about building a team bond or something. She ignored them, quietly settling in her desk which had been placed in a corner far from the rest. A large pile of files were stacked together roughly

Melissa stepped into the office, dazed. Cold sweat made strands of her thick curls to cling to her fair skin as she kept her gaze fixated on the floors. "What happened..?, you seemed to be taking a long while to return. I was just starting to get worried that you'd been kidnapped on your way here."Melissa raised her head, her eyes focused on nothing in particular. But her ears picked up Alan's sarcasm, a nonchalant attempt to make her smile and spin the tales. She dropped the files she was holding on her small desk, wearing a solemn expression. That's right, she'd spent the entire time having fun with Alan. She forgot her true purpose.Alan paused, the casual smile on his lips fading till it became non-existent. She was in a sour mood, and he could feel it. He dropped the apple he'd been munching, his tone dead flat. "Is something wrong?. Why are you scowling like that... don't you know how ugly you look when you frown like that?!" She glanced at him, a sense of vulnerability was

The two thugs froze, eyes locked in on the half-conscious Alan resting limply in a strange man's arms. Then straying over to the armed entourage, and over again at Alan; almost as if caught up in a dilemma.They glanced at each other for a brief second, nodding in silent agreement; they couldn't leave without that man.At least that's what their boss said.Steeling their resolve,one stepped forward. His broad hands outstretched towards the blondie, his tone pitched in a condescending manner;"Hand him over, he belongs to our boss!!" Ezekiel pinched Alan's chin, the worry in his eyes withering, replaced by a dull amusement - belongs to their boss, eyy...? He blinked, his lashes sweeping through Alan's small ,red-flushed face - this rabbit has only ever belonged to him, and him alone. He raised his head, staring at the two raggedy thugs. He said nothing, he didn't need to; afterall, dealing with mindless fools has never been one of his specialties. Alan who had been leaning against E