Rosie White

Chapter 57

The plane touches down back in the city. After I spent the afternoon fucking Rosie into oblivion, wearing the Ann Summers set, of course, we packed our clothes and headed to the airport.

I'm not ready to return to reality, not after spending a few blissful days with Rosie in Paris. Since we got here, I've been itching to get my assistant to look into buying places for me and Rosie to make our spontaneous trips away more easy and personal, having our own holiday homes across the world.

Nudging Rosie's sleeping figure, lying on me, I whisper, "Rosie, baby, we're home."

Rosie yawns and wipes her eyes before blinking a few times, "I'm so tired," She mumbles.

"I know baby, lets go home." I grab our bags, saying goodbye to Francis and the pilots, I guide Rosie to the car waiting outside. I make quick work of dealing with paperwork and head to the car.

Rosie is sound asleep in the back seat when I get in, nodding to my driver, I pull Rosie's sleeping body to mine and settle back to catch some sleep myself.

I must have drifted into a light sleep as I feel the car pull to a stop and the engine cut. When I open my eyes, we're in the underground car park of my penthouse.

I glance down at Rosie, not wanting to wake her again, I unclip our seatbelts and pull her into my arms. Letting my driver grab our bags, I make my way to the elevator and head up to the apartment with Rosie safely tucked into my hold.

I place gentle kisses onto her forehead as the elevator ascends and smile down at her. She could sleep through anything.

Once in the apartment, I make my way to the bedroom and tuck Rosie into bed.

Leaving her to snooze away, I gather the rest of our bags and head to the laundry room. As I'm sorting through dirty washing, my phone buzzes in my back pocket.

Michael's name appears on the screen.

I drop the clothes back into the basket and hit answer. "Michael."

"Boss. How was Paris?"

"Perfect. But I know you don't really give a shit and I'm not telling you the dirty details so get to your point of this call, it's late."

"Always a charmer. It's your father, he's asked me to inform you that he will be in your office at eight sharp tomorrow morning."

Rubbing a palm over my face and sighing out loud, Michael continues, "I've held him off for as long as I can and told him not to contact you while you were away. But there's only so much I can do."

"I respect that, thanks for the heads up. I'll see you tomorrow." I hang up and drop my phone to the side. Making quick work of finishing up the laundry for the evening, I head out and make my way to bed, back to the comfort of Rosie.

***

I glance at my watch as I head up to my office. 8.15am. I hadn't aimed to provoke my father more than I already have, I didn't intend to be here late. But when you have an incredibly hot mouth wrapped around your cock in the shower at 7.30 in the morning, it results in other items on the agenda of the day being either forgotten or delayed. Priorities.

As I enter my office, my father is sat on the sofa, a glass in hand.

"Bit early for that, isn't it?" I poke as I make my way to my desk.

My father rises and makes his way to the chairs opposite my desk. "You're late."

"I have more important things to deal with than this father."

"You mean more important things to fuck," He spits.

"Don't. Fucking. Start." I snap.

"I've come to a decision, regarding the takeover, and I wish to discuss it with you." He replies, ignoring my rising anger.

"Then get to the point."

"I'm going to give you a choice, you either accept the takeover, and take control of my company. Or, you decline it, and that's it."

"That's it?" I ask, knowing there's a catch to that comment.

He nods, "I've discussed it with your mother and your actions are affecting my health, we both agree that if you don't take over my company, and you continue to date this girl, that will be it Alexander. You will be cut from the family fund."

I blink a couple of times, trying to process what he just said. My actions have effected his health? Him calling Rosie a 'girl' and cutting me from the family fund.

I scoff and stand from my seat. "You really don't know me at all father. I, am in no way, responsible for your decline in health. I have done nothing to place stress onto you, I have been clear this whole time. I will not take over your company, and I will continue to date, marry and build a family with the woman I love. As for cutting me from the family fund, good, do it, the less I have tied to you the better."

My father stands, ready to argue back. I hold my hand up and stop him, "I thank you father, for considering me to take over your company, but once again, and for final, no. I will not be taking over your company."

I walk around my desk, standing face to face with him. "Get out."

His eyes widen before his expression returns to hard, disappointment.

Neither one of us says anymore as I watch him leave, the door closes. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, finally I am free from his constant demands.

When my door opens again, my stomach drops for a split second before I see Brandon and Michael walk through the doors, grinning from ear to ear. "Tell me that went well," Michael asks.

I nod, "Done and dusted."

"Thank fuck for that," Brandon mutters as he drops to the sofa.

"What now?" Michael starts, settling down into the seat my father just occupied.

"Now?" I reply, taking my seat again, smiling. "Now I make Rosie mine."

Brandon and Michael exchange a look before jumping up.

"I'm the best man, I've known him longer."

"Nah, we've known him the same time, I should be the best man, I'm the better looking one."

"Fuck off, how are you expected to hold such a responsible role when you can't even hold down a relationship for five minutes."

"Oh and you can."

I smile as I watch my two longest friends argue over something I couldn't care less about, all I know is it's time to start living my life. For Rosie to start living her life.

For her to be Rosie Carlson.

Yeah, I'm so fucking ready for that.

~I'm really sorry for the delay in posting chapter 57, I've been unwell the last couple of weeks and haven't had time to write. We are coming to the end of the story, I expect to have about 2 or 3 chapters, plus an epilogue left which I hope to post over the next two weeks. Much love and thank you for being patient xo~