When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms.
Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in...
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Days had passed since I had gotten the invitation letter for the wedding. Although Clecentine could be a bit possessive about me, she wasn't controlling in a toxic manner and it was good for me. I love weddings and no way in hell was I gonna miss my best friend's wedding.
Minutes ago I found out that Clecentine was now free and had nothing to do.
I remember her signing various documents and papers, going through them thoroughly, not missing any details. And the only reason I know this is because I was with her in the office, where she fingered me hard and I was still shaking despite this having happened two hours ago.
I tried to push my dirty thoughts aside and decided on what I should be doing for the rest of the evening. Perhaps asking Clecentine's permission for going out won't be a bad idea.
Finally deciding on it I made my way towards the garden where I had found her taking a stroll, speaking fast-paced Russian, twenty minutes ago.
She was right there but this time no phone touching her ear. Just taking a casual stroll. She was taking slow and small steps, hands clasped behind her back, eyes rooted to the semi-wet grass, with no worry or stress on her face.
I hesitated. She looked peaceful and lost in her thoughts, free from her hectic work with spare time left, why disturb her? It's not like she gets much free time and while she has it, why snatch it away from her?
I turned around, walking away at a considerably fast pace, but before I could take more than a few steps I heard her voice and my body stopped on its own account.
''What is it Rose?''
Her voice held a different softness and calmness this time, as opposed to the dominating, sharp voice she usually used. The way she said my name felt different.
At first, I thought of lying but then decided against it - she could catch liars with utmost ease. We both took a few steps towards each other and stopped at an arm's distance. ''Are you free?''
She nodded. ''Yes, I certainly am for the entire day. Why? You need to talk about something?'' Her voice once again took a dominating turn, not wanting me to see her softer side.
Typical Clecentine.
''I'm getting bored sitting around the mansion all day, barely doing anything and not going out at all. At least you have meetings to keep you engaged.'' I rambled nonsensically, forgetting who I was talking to for a moment there.
Her eyes blinked, lost in her thoughts with an expression that gave nothing away. ''Well, you could have told me. I had already informed you that you are allowed to leave the premises once you have informed me.''
My lips parted in surprise. Observing my expression she rolled her amber eyes, scoffing, ''Just because I'm using you for pleasure and as an escort doesn't mean I don't value you or your opinions and freedom at all.''
