My Sweet Roses

Chapter One

"Come on! I cant be that bad!" The drunk girl next to me slurred. It was hard to ignore her. Big ass and tits. But I had my eyes on only one chick tonight, and she wasn't drunk, dancing, or flirting. She was simply bartending.

She had on a band-tee, but I didn't know the band. Her shorts were almost showing her ass, and her hair was curled, with a handkerchief acting as a headband. What I loved the most though, was the singular tattoo she had painted on her collarbone. It was a design of flowers, but right in the middle; was a rose. Under the design, was the word 'bellissma.' The word was Italian for 'beautiful.' The word was fitting, because she was gorgeous. The bar I was at closed in a couple of hours, so I planned on staying a little longer. If her shift ends soon, I'm going to be the first one to take her home. 

After about another hour or two, I saw her finally step out from behind the bar and head to the employees locker room. Without making it obvious, I stood up and walked to the door. I sneakily walked inside, trying my very hardest not to be kicked out again. It was hell the last time. I can't exactly tell if I walked in at the wrong time, or the right time. Because she was changing. And her front was towards me. 

She gasped, covering herself up. Which was unusual, seeing as normally a woman would scream. "What are you doing back here? I've never seen you work here." She asked. "I don't, but you are gorgeous, and I wanted to take you to a hotel." She looked shocked, as if a guy has never asked her out before. She stuttered at first, but finally said; "I have a late shift at the hospital, I don't know. You seem lovely, but I have patients." So she's hot and  caring. 

 "What time does it end?" I don't think I've ever been this desperate to get a girl, but she was beautiful, and I couldn't miss out for this one. "Twelve." Normally, a shift that ends at twelve wouldn't bother me, because its reasonable, but it was already two, meaning the next 'twelve' would be pm. That's insane. "Wow. Don't you think your overworking yourself?" It was probably a rude question, but I was genuinely wondering.

"It's not overworking if I'm just trying to pay off my medical bills." 

And that was the last I heard before she walked off. 

Once I got home that night, I immediately took off my shoes and sat down at my desk. I started looking and trying to find the nearest hospital to the bar we were at. I was desperate to find this girl. The closest one, was twenty minutes. Of course, I could have waited until the next day, but I wanted her so badly. While starting up my car, I was desperately trying to remember the name on her tag. It started with an m, but I could not, for the life of me, remember the full thing. 

Once I parked, I jumped out and headed for the front desk. "Hello! Is there something I can help you with?" The lady asked, she seemed around my age, but younger. "I'm looking for someone who I think works here, can you help me?" She smiled and nodded, looking down at her computer. "Do you have a name? Or what department they work in?" I shook my head, but remembered her tattoo. "No, but she does have a tattoo, right on her collarbone with a rose in the middle and writing under it." The woman's eyes widened, and her mouth slightly opened. 

"You mean Mara? Why are you looking for her?" She seemed surprised, but also scared.

"I guess, I don't know her name. It's a long story, but can you take me to her please??" The receptionist slowly nodded her head, and reached for the phone on the side of her desk. She said something into it and told me to sit down and wait. Not even ten minutes later, there she was. She had walked right into the area, and leaned against the desk to talk to the woman there. I was only human, so of course I stared at her ass. Perfect and round, damn.

The receptionist pointed towards me, and she turned around to look at me; her eyes widening. She slowly turned around to say something, then turned back around and walked towards me. "Following me are you?" She said, her lips turning up into a grin. "I can't deny it, you are very beautiful." She smiled, then waved me towards her. I got up, following her around the hospital. Soon enough, we stopped outside a door. 

"Mr. Evans." The nameplate hanging on the door read. I could be wrong, but with the eyes on her, and the smile; I'm almost positive she is not a Mr. "Whose office is this?" I asked, she turned around, smiling cheekily. "My ex-boyfriends." I haven't known this girl for long, but man I wish I would have.