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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It was precisely 9 pm when Clecentine opened the door of my bedroom, leading me to the bed and finally letting go of my hand.
I felt the mattress dip with my weight and I could feel my eyelids shutting themselves at the soft feeling of the mattress underneath me. I wanted it to engulf me and put me to sleep; one that I wished I would never wake up from.
A strange feeling was gnawing at my chest making it feel like a dark void. The closest I could come to deciphering what the emotion could be was guilt. Perhaps it was guilt that I felt seeing my father in the hospital, battling his disease while I was surrounded by luxury, richness and sex.
It felt selfish. So selfish I almost wanted to tell Clecentine that the deal between us was off.
But I couldn't. She was paying for the treatment and was going to pay me a huge sum of money by the end of the year which I could use to help my dad, get a stable job and carry on with my life - my regular life.
Truth was, I wasn't doing it for myself. If I wanted I could get a minimum wage job and easily live in a cheaper apartment. But this is for my dad. He won't survive on my minimum wage salary. His treatment needed money which I didn't have, but Clecentine did.
The sound of heels clicking softly against the marble tiles made me lift my eyes from my lap and look around at the emptiness of the room which I hadn't noticed until now.
Moments later Clecentine came into my vision carrying something in a tray.
''Here. You need to eat something.'' She said when she was in front of me and she pushed a plate in my hand.
My mood lifted a bit when I saw a large chunk of beautifully adorned chocolate cake in front of me with caramel fudge truffles next to it.
''I love sweets. Especially chocolates. This always helps me. Thank you so much.'' I exclaimed engulfing a spoonful of the heavenly goodness.
''Mom always said that chocolates help with negativity. She said it releases endorphins. Or probably serotonin.'' She shrugged casually, sitting next to me.
I took a few more bites of the cake and suddenly felt conscious. I was hogging the cake like a fat pig while a sophisticated lady was sitting right next to me. So I decided to slow down my embarrassing pace. She probably thought I was an uncultured idiot.
I put the half-empty plate aside and turned to her. Her eyes scanned my face curiously as my lips parted slightly, my tongue at a loss for words.
Such beautiful eyes.
''Thank you, madam.'' I finally managed to say after a few agonizing seconds.
She let out a playful scoff. Her fingers reached the loose strands of hair that were led astray by the wind and she pushed them behind my ear, smoothening them out a few times. I wish she did this more often.
