Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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Walking into the penthouse, I throw my bag onto the sofa and flop down. What a night.
I went from feeling on top of the world, ready to tell Alex I was ready to move in with him and I wouldn't be anywhere else...to being degraded by his father and then in the middle of a medical emergency.
I'm shattered.
Alex drops down onto the sofa next to me, rubbing his hands over his face and groaning out loud.
"Are you alright Alex?" I ask, giving his thigh a squeeze.
He turns to look at me, his eyes heavy and hooded. Tired. "I should be asking you that baby." He leans up, straightening himself, "What my father said-"
"It's okay," I shake my head.
"No Rosie, he was out of line, he was rude and disrespectful on another level. I hate him for it."
"Don't say that Alex, please. He's your father," I reply, wiping the tears which have started falling.
"He means nothing to me when he treats the person, I love like he did," Alex speaks, staring out the window.
I breath in a deep breath, "Alex, I've said it before, I won't come between you and your family."
"What the hell does that mean Rosie?" Alex turns to me, anger flaring.
I take a moment to breath; I don't want to argue with Alex. Why am I always causing chaos between us at the moment?
"I don't mean anything by it Alex, I want to be here, I want to be with you, but-"
"But, always a but," Alex mumbles.
"Alex please," I cry.
"Rosie, I don't care what they are to me, I don't care that they are my parents, come on for fuck's sake," He stands and paces the living area. "You of all people should know how I feel Rosie!"
"It's different Alex!"
Great, an argument.
"How? How is it different Rosie?" Alex speaks, throwing his arms wide.
I stand, matching Alex's pose, "Because my parents don't want me, Alex! My parents want to see me dead; your parents want the best for you, it may not seem that way but that's the truth! They want to see you successful, with someone who suites you, with someone who represents who you are as a person and as a businessman, who can represent the Carlson name! That's the difference Alex."
I wipe the tears away quickly, annoyed at myself for letting them fall in the first place.
Alex takes a seat again, dropping his head into his hands.
"Their blinded by money Rosie, their blinded by selfishness and I won't stand for that. I won't allow them to come between us, not anymore," He shakes his head.
