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“You see, Rose? All of these walls are made of real marble. So, whenever you host an event, make sure you allow only drinks like champagne and cognac to be served. No dark drinks, like red wine, which could cause stains if an accident happens… And, Andrea… Don't think I don't see you with that thing in your hand!” Adele, who until then Andy thought was distracted enough teaching Rose how to be the new Mrs. Vamcap during her own engagement party, snapped, making Andy hide her cell phone behind her dress skirt, on impulse “Frankly, you’re in the middle of your brother’s engagement. Can’t you leave that thing aside for just a minute?”

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

She is a vision, and her breathless whisper of my name makes my dick twitch to life, for the first time in over a month. As I breathe in, trying to guess what she made for dinner, a new scent hits me. Sandalwood and orange chocolate is mixing in and swirling with Rose’s sweet honeysuckle and roses scent. It is faint, but it is there. In the background, like the mood music Rose has on. The scent is definitely male, and it is everywhere that Rose’s scent is. Overlapping and mingling, like a lover’s does. Zeus whimpers in my head but moves forward to tell her how heartbroken he is that she is choosing to be cruel to us.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

"I was a bad boyfriend. I caused her, her life and dreams... You're a beautiful girl. I don't want to exploit. You deserve a true lover, not me. Please get undressed and kindly leave my room. Don't worry, I won't tell my parents about what happened." "Oh, thanks a lot, Sir. You've saved me from disgrace. May you find a way in your heart to get over Rose's death. You're now a good man and I wish you'll continue that way." Mary got up from her knee, got her clothes, got dressed, and left his room feeling fulfilled.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

The warm atmosphere chilled significantly at the interruption. The waiter stood there awkwardly, holding the roses, unsure whether to do as she said. When Heather remained silent, he chose to leave silently. This did not deter Charles at all. He continued to send a bouquet of roses, pink this time, to her studio every single day. None of the bouquets even made it inside; they were disposed of in the trash can almost immediately. At another art exhibition, Charles confronted Heather at the entrance and demanded why she refused to accept his flowers.

Chapter 9 Sean watched Rose deal with each shopkeep, owner and staff at all 6 of the 7 places on her little list. If he hadn’t already been bedazzled by her, he would have after today. Rose stood up to the short, elderly gentleman that owned the shop containing the food containers, cutlery and linens she had ordered. When he suggested that Sean should be the contact for the account instead of putting too much stress on a poor delicate flower such as her… Sean thought she’d box his ears for sure. He wasn’t disappointed! That “delicate flower” went up one side of him and down the other, ha! She had him asking whether he should sit or stand by the conclusion of the visit. He was so apologetic,

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.