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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Grumbling slightly I woke from my deep slumber, throwing my palm over my eyes to block the path of light falling on my face at eight in the morning. Feeling disoriented for a few seconds I finally registered my surroundings and got up, rubbing my eyes.
Clecentine stood in front of me, fresh as a daisy in a white shirt and jeans and her hair pulled back in a ponytail.
''Yes, madam?''
''You realize that it's eight in the morning right?'' She placed her hands on her hips.
Well, she can't expect me to wake up at six every morning like she does. ''Well, now I do.''
My response was not what she was looking for. I looked outside the window and jumped in excitement at the sight of Christmas trees and portly men dressed as Santa. A thick sheet of snow covered the ground, welcoming Christmas.
''Madam!'' I exclaimed throwing my covers away and hopping down the bed, ''It's Christmas.''
She gave me a baffled look as I ran straight towards the door and opened it. There were three beautifully wrapped gifts in front of me, a ribbon on top of each of them. Closing the door with my foot I gazed at the three gifts, feeling disappointed that none of them was addressed to Clecentine.
Speaking of her, she sat on the foot of the bed, gazing at me and the gifts in my hand with interest. What if she wanted a gift too?
''Are they yours?'' She asked in a perfectly neutral tone.
Instead of a verbal answer I just nodded to which she didn't say anything.
''Why don't you open them?'' She suggested, patting the space next to her.
I walked towards her and sat down, opening the gifts one after another. I squealed and cheered when they opened up to reveal a cookbook, a set of novels and a huge box of sweets and chocolates.
''Holy mother of Jesus!'' I exclaimed looking at them up and down, running my fingers over them.
Clecentine seemed unfazed by the gifts and instead just focused curiously on me.
''I completely forgot about gifts being a part of the Christmas tradition.'' She spoke nonchalantly as if not receiving gifts on Christmas was pretty normal.
''Oh, it is a part of the tradition; the most important one. And I'm gonna buy you a gift.''
''You don't have to. You know that.'' She spoke with finality in her tone.
It was the first time that I had challenged her final decision and spoke up, ''I know, but I want to.''
Her brow raised slightly as she registered my words. I don't think I'll ever challenge her again, but today was an exception.
''And madam, '' I began, turning my body to completely face her, ''You and I are celebrating Christmas today. Please no arguments. We decided it yesterday.''
