Accident | 18+

{2} His Rose

ROSE

Chapter two ~ His Rose

I woke up the next morning to a throbbing pain in my head, I winced in pain at the feeling of it pounding rapidly.

I tried getting up and as I stood up my legs began to feel like they were jello, I stumbled a few times and hit my feet on the hard leather couch at the corner of the bed causing me to fall on my butt.

As I sat there trying to gather up the strength to get up once again, memories from yesterday night came flooding back.

My cheeks turned a crimson red thinking about the stranger and how good in bed he was, I noticed that I was now in an oversized t-shirt with the same lacey panties I had on last night and that the room that I was in was a completely different one from the one that I vividly remember that I entered with the stranger.

There was a large bed with a tufted headboard in a velvet fabric, there was matching nightstands and a beautiful crystal chandelier served as the centrepiece, It had a luxurious high-quality red carpet that took up maybe half of the room, the room had a black door that possibly lead to the bathroom and there was a walk in closet at the opposite side of the door, completely different from the rooms they provided at the club.

As I was admiring the breath-taking room, I heard a door slam shut.

Immediately I adverted my attention to the noise and my jaw dropped.

There stood the handsome man that I had slept with, he was leant against the door, his hair was wet and rampelled but in a hot way, water from his shower was dripping down his chest going underneath his towel, his towel was wrapped around his waist dangerously low almost revealing his large length.

But what caught my attention the most was his majestic looking tatoos that were behind his neck expanding to his arms, part of his chest and behind his back, the tattoos are detailed black and gray portraits of skulls and roses.

Just looking at him made me drool, I felt the need for my pussy to be stretched by his massive dick, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts he spoke.

"What are you doing on the floor?" His deep voice spoke, sending shivers down my spine, the tone of his voice never seemed like he was worried about me.

"I-i tried getting up but fell" I said while looking to the side, intimidated by him.

He walked over to me and pulled me up with little to no effort, I let out a gasp at his sudden action.

He placed me onto that bed and stood infront of me, trying to break the awkwardness I introduced myself.

"Rose Martinez" I said while putting my hand out for a handshake.

"Lorenzo Armani" he spoke sounding almost uninterested.

My jaw dropped once more, my friends words came crashing back and I remember her saying that Lorenzo Armani was the leader of the Italian mafia.

"You're the leader of the Italian mafia?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Mhmm" he responded dryly and uninterested in the current conversation.

A million thoughts traced through mind, no way I had just slept with one of the most feared mafia leader in the world and wanted more.

Before I could've spoken another word he had already changed into a Black suit, similar to the one he wore last night, and leather black shoes with a black tie and a classic watch and left the room leaving me alone in his large bedroom.

Shortly after, he returned with a glass of water and a small silver platter which had a pill placed on it, I assumed that the pill was a morning after pill.