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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Loud, rhythmic knocking woke me from my deep slumber.
My eyes opened with heaviness as I glanced at the clock hung on the wall. It was seven in the morning. I rubbed my palm over my face in irritation. Finally awake I pushed the quilt from my body only to find the space next to me empty.
At first, I thought Clecentine had woken up earlier and was out but the muffled sound of running water from the bathroom made me realise she was taking a bath.
I put on my footwear and walked towards the door. Whoever was on the other side was clearly annoyed as the knocking grew louder and harsher. Any more force and the door would probably break in half.
Frustrated at the noise I opened the door ready to curse the hell out in the morning but stopped almost instantly when Sirena's distressed face came into my view.
''You were supposed to wake up on your own babe.'' She set her face in a hard look, hands on her hips, breathing heavily, either because of knocking so hard or because of wedding jitters.
I took in her entire appearance. A strict look but panicked eyes, hair ruffled, still dressed in her loose vest and pyjamas.
''You just wait until Clecentine hears you calling me 'babe'.'' I spoke with a smirk knowing how easily jealous my mistress could get.
She rolled her eyes and glanced at her wristwatch which she had surprisingly worn immediately after she got up, ''Take a shower and come down. We need to get dressed and I hope you didn't forget that you're one of my bridesmaids. We have a lot to do. Shower, makeup, hair, dress, last-minute touches. This has to be perfect.''
''Of course I didn't forget. Give me half an hour and I'll be downstairs.''
With a satisfied nod and a smile, she closed the door. While I walked towards the door of the bathroom and knocked twice.
''Madam, are you done? I need to come inside too.''
''I'm almost done.'' Came her reply.
I decided to walk in and at least brush my teeth. Half of the bathroom was filled with steam as I reached out to brush my teeth. The mirror in front of me was fogged, making my reflection look like a comical blur.
Rinsing my mouth a few seconds later I turned to the shower whose translucent door was closed. However, I could make out Clecentine's body's outline from the outside, her back very slightly arched as she raked her fingers through her hair.
And boy was it a sight I wanted to appreciate completely nude ; her full breasts with hard nipples, hourglass body and perfect hip-waist ratio.
I may have seen and appreciated her body before as well, but I never saw the details of her body so well. Deciding to give her privacy from my shameless ogling I walked out.
About two minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, completely dressed, hair wet.
''You seem to be in quite a hurry.'' She remarked seeing me grab my stuff and practically run inside the bathroom while she sat on the bed, drying her hair with her towel.
