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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''I'll miss you a lot Rosie.'' Sirena sniffled in her soft voice, rubbing her eyes with her hand, her wedding ring shining in the sun's rays.
I returned her emotions with a smile of my own, mainly because I was happy for her; happy that she got the husband that she had always dreamt of.
Come to think of it, I am not quite sure if I will ever get a husband or wife; like the one I truly desire. The thought of it sounds quite unlikely. Witnessing her marriage made me feel happy but at the same time, it woke up a tiny sense of longing to find a love like hers.
''We'll meet each other again. Enjoy your honeymoon.'' I steered my face to meet Francisco. ''And don't forget to not use a condom. I wanna be an aunt soon.''
He let out a manly laugh, wrapping his arm around Sirena's shoulder whose flow of tears just increased more after hearing my words.
''You're gonna do great; both of you. I wish you two best of luck.'' I wrapped my arms around Sirena who had escaped Fransisco's side hug and patted her hair softly.
Breaking from her hug I patted Fransisco on his shoulder bidding them bye before making my way towards Clecentine.
She had leaned her body on the hood of the car, hands folded across her chest, sleeves rolled till the elbows making me easily see her veiny arms, one leg crossed over the other as she watched the clouds.
Women like her were my weakness, the ones I would crush on.
''Madam?'' Her eyes shifted to mine. ''Shall we go now?''
She nodded her head before walking around the car and sitting inside as I followed suit, glancing one last time at my friends who waved back at me.
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The cars slowly came to a stop in front of her black private jet as I stepped out of the car and I felt something tugging at my heart. A tiny part of me didn't want to go back. I wanted to stay here. I felt quite normal being with my friends after months and now I had to leave them yet again.
Yet, there was nothing I could do. I had signed Clecentine's contract and now I had to follow each rule.
I swallowed, reminding myself that this was only temporary and walked towards the jet, Clecentine walking in front of me.
