FRAGMENTS ; Simon Riley

Chapter 13.

ROSALIE

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"When death takes my hand
I will hold you with the other

and promise to find you
in every lifetime."

THE ticking of the clock was making my nerves jump. Too much silence, I hated it, especially when I was alone at home. The cologne haunted me, I could smell it even on my own clothes other than around the house.

The bouquet of eternal roses sat pretty in one of the vases he had gifted me, their beauty always amazed me. 'Your beauty is eternal just like them. I had to buy them, it was a must.' He had told me.

That man wouldn't stop spending money over flowers, I kept telling him it was okay, but he refused all the time. How adorable.

With a gasp, I sat up quickly.

I was sweating cold, my eyes were burning with tears that were about to fall. Another one. Another fucking dream. I was starting to despise them, each one of them.

They were getting more confusing as time passed by, the medic told me they were just fragments of my lost memory. So who the hell was the mysterious man in my dream? As far as I know, I didn't have a partner.

My parents' words.

Looking around the room, I recalled the last moments before waking up in my own house. Riley, gym, corridor, roses. Rosalie.

Who the fuck brought me here, then?

"You're awake."

I squeezed my eyes shut, bringing my fingers to massage my temples. The migraine was still strong and present, I didn't have time to deal with this man's bullshit. "Are you just gonna sit there and watch me have a headache?" My tone came out snappy.

I could feel his gaze burning holes into my face, I knew he didn't enjoy my pretty responses, but who could blame me? He was starting to piss me off.

"You could be more thankful than this, Harrison. I carried your sorry ass back at home instead of resuming my training."

Was he even being for real at this point?

Heat rushed to my head, for a moment I could feel a vein pulsing on my head. I simply took a deep breath, before moving at the edge of the bed and standing up.

"So now you expect me to thank you? After being a dick to me the whole month? Excuse me, but I'm not having it." I snapped, storming out of the bedroom to get in the kitchen.

I frantically opened the cabinets, looking for my meds, and I felt his presence lurk around me. "I don't need you to cling around me." He retorted, tone harsh and cold.

"That's not what teammates do! You're married? Then fine, I don't care! I'm just trying to do my job and work with everyone!" I raised my voice in irritation, my hands shaking. Where the hell are the meds.

"Apparently you're doing it wrong. You shouldn't be here in the first place."

Those words. Those fucking words tilted my head completely. How dare he.

In an instant, my head flew in his direction, my hands trembling at my sides as I slowly stormed towards him. "Repeat that." I hissed through clenched teeth.

His figure towered over me, yet I didn't feel intimidated even a tiny bit. His eyes darkened, looking at me through lowered lids.

"You shouldn't be here in the first place."

I knew he was my lieutenant. I knew he was a higher rank. I knew I had screwed up. I knew I was completely doomed.

I knew from the moment my hand landed on his cheek, harshly, sending his face to the side. My own hand stung from the contact, tears gathered in my eyes unexpectedly.

Silence stood between us, his jaw clenched tightly, his chest rose and fell deeply. I knew he was furious, I shouldn't have done that.

I was waiting for him to insult me, to scream at my face, to threaten me to kick me out of the team or even send me in another base. But none of it came.

In less than a second, his mask was thrown somewhere on the ground, his lips crashed on mine while his big hands cupped my cheeks.

He kissed passionately, as if he were desperate, as if I could disappear in any moment from his hands. Like a starved man, wishing nothing but to make the kiss last eternally.

My head felt so light, every sense was shutting off, all I could feel were his lips moving on mine, so hard to keep up with. His taste was pure bliss, a drug I could've probably gotten addicted to. It was wrong, so damn wrong.

But why couldn't I pull away?

His hands moved from my face to my thighs, picking me up from the floor with no effort. He let me sit over the counter, fitting himself between my legs while his lips never stopped moving on mine.

Then I heard it.

A small creaking, coming from the front door.

"Simon?" A feminine voice called out all of a sudden, making us break away from the kiss, two panting messes devouring each other through gazes. Our heads snapped towards the voice, a woman stood at the entrance of my house, with wide eyes.

Compared to me, she was beautiful. Tall, curvy in the right spots, long and silky blonde hair, big blue eyes and rosy lips. She could've been a model, my complete opposite.

I was a mess.

Now I only had two questions in my head.

One. Why didn't Simon close the front door when coming in?

The second one wasn't actually a question, just realization.

That woman couldn't be anyone else but his wife.