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Even if Rosaline's father, my own adopted brother came back to life, I would damn him and bury my cock deep inside of Caramia. ROSALINE I walked down the stairs into Russo's secret room, taking slow steps as my limp was still yet to go away. I turned on the lights and let my eyes roam the place just like it had done last night. I could almost see myself and Russo, naked and fucking in front of that life sized painting. I moved closer to the painting and looked down at the floor where my cum and his cum had dripped on. The floor had however been cleaned already. Definitely before I woke up from my sleep this morning.

She nodded her head dropping her eyes. "The Kale Textiles." She whispered making him smile. "Yes. The owner has only one condition. He wants the designer to present her designs not anyone else." Rosaline said nothing only looked at her wet hands. "Rose, please. Please give the presentation. It's really important for us. And Mr. Stroke also wanted to come and request you personally as he knows you don't like speaking much. But please just for last time." "Rosaline." She looked up with her empty eyes.

How could a rough and shameless woman like Rose be the perfect and beautiful Angeline whom he had taught? Even professional art students would feel a deep sense of shame when they laid eyes on Angeline’s artwork. Taking a second look at Rose's portrait now, it was as if she was trying to draw a flying eagle with its wings outstretched but ended up handing in a drawing of a chick pecking rice instead. Jay figured that he must have hit his head or gone blind, or maybe he just missed Angeline too much. Maybe that was why he had such a bizarre and absurd illusion.

And people like him always underestimate girls like her. “Fine,” he mutters. “Just don’t touch anything.” She cheers, slipping past him before I can grab her, and I have no fucking choice but to follow. The aquarium is quiet, the only sound the low hum of the filtration systems, the gentle ripple of water shifting through glass tanks. Rosalina moves through it like she belongs there, pressing her hands to the exhibits, her breath fogging up the glass as she watches the fish dart and weave between coral. She giggles, spinning to face me, her eyes bright with something pure. Something unguarded. “Leonardo, look,” she whispers. “They’re so small.”

"You shouldn't have caused such a loud scene earlier, darling. You should have just come back to me quietly. I know you miss me and this body." Max turned around, looking entirely furious, he wasn’t ready for her games. But before he could speak, Rosina reached for the robe around her shoulders. With a smooth movement, the fabric fell straight to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie. She tilted her head, her gaze burning with pure seduction. She brushed her short black hair forward, framing her face perfectly as she smiled wickedly at him.

Two loud knocks on the door and I winced as I watched it open. He threw an evening gown on my bed and commanded me. “Put this on and be on the terrace in two hours.” With my heart beating louder than a drum, I gazed at that evening gown thrown delicately on the bed. The level of elegance and refinement in this creation was truly a masterpiece, as if they had crafted directly it from the most profound dreams of an artist. And Vincenzo, the enigmatic man I had known for only a few months, left me this gift as a proof of a connection that went deeper than words or ordinary gestures.

‘Did they just call me a scammer’ Anita yelled in ivory’s head, Anita cursed continually but ivory ignored her. ‘I didn’t get scammed; I got this map from a very powerful person’. ‘Alfred bring out your map; let’s compare it to ivory’s’ nara suggested. Ivory huffed in disbelief as she opened the map she held. They all compared the map and saw Anita’s map had more details than that of Alfred’s. ‘But how are you so sure that cave is where the ice lotus will be?’ nara asked with a frown. ‘The paper looks a little old’ indigo said ‘she probably got it from an old geezer’.

Rosa had found it after giving herself a tour of the entire building and from the minute she walked in, Rosa knew this was going to be her studio… Well, as long as she stayed in the penthouse that is. A half-finished painting stood in front of her, the smell of oil paint strong in the air. Rosa studied the strokes of dull gray and crimson red on the canvas, her right hand held a paint brush while her left hand rested absentmindedly on the slight curve of her bump.

"Princess Arah, the others will lead you to the bath, please follow them, your highness." I saw one of the other maids coming closer to me and making hand gestures for me to follow them. I got towards the with one of the maids following behind. As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose.

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.