𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐚

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5:56am
N.Y.C

Rose adjusted the top she had managed to hide under before Michael could see her and quietly walked toward him from her original spot. "Ugh thank you so much that would hit the spot after what happened tonight." She watched as he unloaded the food from the black paper bag, which was oddly surrounded by expensive silk. Typical Michael, eating expensive. "Speaking of what happened tonight, you were nearly sold off to those men." Michael popped the cork off the wine and poured her a drink, after passing her the food which he had gotten for her. "I don't think it would have gotten that far." She scrunched her eyebrows with a light shrug. "Oh— trust me, would have." Michael raised his brows and glanced to the side sarcastically toward her. "You act like I don't read posture, minds—breaths." He eyed her. In that moment she felt bare, he probably thought of her as slutty— downing her wine, she passed him her glass to distract him with her sudden outburst. "More?" He cocked a brow, the girl simply nodded and began to stuff her face.

Being handed her glass, Michael sighed loudly. "The deal would have happened if we wouldn't have shown up and you would have really left the country." He tapped his finger on the glass surface of the coffee table and watched the girl. "Men are rabid when denied something, you realize this— no?" He delicately exhaled and removed his coat. "I'm aware of that, but I strongly doubt Boris would have let that situation take place." Rose sat up and crossed her arms over her chest, "He would have done his best to prevent it— but those men had many cars outside. Regardless of you being escorted outside, you could have easily been taken against your will." Michael leaned forward, "That would have taken place tonight if we didn't happen to show up— that long haired guy with all those tattoos was ready to snip you from our garden." He watched her for a few seconds and moved back on his seat, finally starting to eat. Rose felt uneasy and quietly continued to eat. Michaels eyes lingered over her but he simply gazed away and watched the rainfall from the murky window pane.

"Thank you for finding me." Rose cut the silence, "I really missed you guys." Just as the statement left her mouth, Richard came back into sight with a girl— Rose bit her bottom lip hard and furrowed her eyebrows before rubbing her eyes hard, was her vision failing her?? "What the Fuck?" She sat up, the girl tucked under his arm was taken back by her tone. "Calm down babe—" he didn't even refer that to comfort her, he was talking to the bitch under his arm. "Are you kidding me?" The heart she had taken care of delicately for months, was shattering and crumbling down inside her. "If you're going to be doing this shit, you go and do it somewhere else— I didn't ask for you to look for me and then turn around and do this." Rose approached him, shoving him back and beating on his chest. "You broke my heart.. and you're breaking it again." She didn't realize that she was full on crying, until the tears trailed down to her neck. Swallowing hard, she mustered as much force to plunge him out the front door. The sudden sound of his palm striking her cheek interrupted the quietness in the time frame of him being pushed out. Rose's eyes went wide while reaching up to touch her temple, it stung— but it didn't compare to the aching in her chest. More tears streamed down her face, before she could say anything— he turned around and wrapped his arm around the girls torso, pulling her close to him.

Michael appeared behind Rose and lightly draped his arms over her, "let him go, come inside." He whispered in her ear. Tugging her inside, he kicked the door shut and locked it with a swift flick. Rose turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck weakly, lightly— he pulled her up and carried her. For a moment, Rose pulled back and stared into his blue gaze. His eyes were like an uncontrolled aquamarine Ocean, she desperately wanted to drown in him. Without thinking much, she closed the gap between their lips and locked her hands into the back of his long mane. He roughly returned the kiss and let out a gentle moan at the sudden pulling on his hair. Pressing her back  against the wall, he began to trail kisses along her jaw and neck before stopping above her heart. He breathed out heavily and kissed the area once again, "I'll take care of it Rosie." He pulled back.

"But it wouldn't be right to come off on you, you're vulnerable right now." His thumb trailed over her lips as she sniffled and nodded with her big teary red eyes. "I'm sorry..Michael." He shook his head, "it's okay, let's get some rest." Softly putting her down, he turned away and began to blow out the candles in the living room. Rose watched from behind with guilt written all over her face, wiping the incoming tears, she cupped her face and sighed. Walking into her room, she grabbed some spare sweatpants and handed them to Michael as he came into view with a single candle. Silently, she turned and crawled into bed. After settling in, she turned and watched him change. The soft illumination of the candle, lit up his features gently. From his toned torso, down to his expensive hallowed cheek bones. Once he was done changing, he crawled into bed beside her and opened his arms under the blanket. Rose moved toward him and let the weight of his body comfort the crushing weight in her chest. "I'll take care of you.. yet you always run into the mouth of the wolf."

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