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“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

It was Aiden's Mazda5 - oh god . How did he found her so soon . Knowing that she couldn't possibly outstrip a car , not with Aiden behind the wheel . She stopped , waiting for the Mazda5 to come closer , big mistake . Even before the vehicle engine's was cut off , Aiden literally jumped out of the moving car and stalked right in her direction .His pace similar to a predator , her wolf whined she liked Aiden to be around her and was itching to run in his arms . Rosalie sighed , her wolf was truly a pervert can't she read the mood a bit ?

Rose's curses and orders clearly showed her anger and confirmed the end of their friendship. But Maia didn't care. She had come to see Rose with the intention of picking a fight with the artist. She hoped Rose would realize the difference between them. Who you are, and who I am. She wanted to show that Rose White was no match for Maia Queen. “I am Ruby Moon, and you are just an ordinary artist. Besides, whose help did you need to get to your current position? Don't be a nut that has forgotten its shell,” Maia waved her hand as if Rose and her threats were nothing.

“Not even for a second, it was all pretense and you know it.” Rose turned, finger jabbing at me. “You! I swear I’ll see the end of you!” My fists clenched. Rage. Fear. Embarrassment. Before I could speak, Ace spoke again. “If I ever see you near her again,” his voice was a whisper, but carved in stone, “I will make sure I destroy everything attached to your name.” Rose curled her lip, furious but shaking. “But- but she ruined us!” she accused. “There was never ‘us’, what's wrong with you?” he replied cold as ice.

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The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

“That would be fine.” It was an awkward meeting between Lucas and Krister when the latter wanted to borrow her for that night. Lucas, being the calm and chill guy he was, didn’t even notice that Rojean wanted to go home and lends Krister permission over her for the time being. The restaurant they went to was a high-end one and was the perfect place for any private meeting if anyone may. There was already a reception, seeing as Krister had connections there and they were both led to an exclusive area so they could converse without anyone else hearing about it.

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

I'll be back you won't even know I'm gone (winks and left) CLAIRE: Anya is so cool ROSE: I know CLAIRE: Oh my God Rosie, look at that car. ROSE: I'm not a fan of cars but I know beauty when I see it. AXEL: And so do I. Hello girls ROSE: Um...who...are you? AXEL: I'm Axel (stretches his hands forth to shake) CLAIRE: (took his hand) Claire ROSE: (took his hand) Rose AXEL: Wow. What beautiful names you have. Matching your physical appearance

It felt like she was looking at someone else entirely, a princess from a distant, imaginary kingdom. She hadn’t realized how money could make someone look so “perfect.” Rose hurried out of the room when she heard Aaron knocking. The moment he saw her, he froze. Rose rarely wore heavy makeup, usually just neat hair and a swipe of lip gloss. Seeing her hair elegantly pinned up, a few loose strands framing her temples, made Aaron’s heart tremble. Her lips, softly painted red, and her refined makeup could make any man unable to look away. “Are you wearing a mask?” Aaron asked.