His Rose

His Rose: 8

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Rose

I lean my back against the door, sighing deeply. Even though I didn't understand a single word he said but those words meant something—like he purposely said it in Italian because he doesn't want me to know and he wants me to figure it out.

My eyes wander to the left and see Cassandra standing there, leaning against the wall as she crosses her arms while eyeing me, ''Let me guess, he wanted to have sex with you but you said no.'' She says, shrugging.

Furrowing my eyebrows at her, I shake my head, denying, ''No.''

She blinks a few times, ''That's new.'' Slowly, she starts to walk towards me—until we're close enough. I see her eyeing my clothes before chuckling, ''I think you need to shower and change into a pair of fresh new clothes.''

I look down at my clothing and see that she's actually right. I really need something that fits me anyway and wearing the same skinny jeans that's dirty isn't comforting either. She pulls me by the wrist and we walk towards the other side of the hall—into another room.

Cassandra walks towards her walk-in closet and I just follow her from behind. Once I'm in, my eyes widen at the sight of her clothes. From different designs and colours, I can tell that she enjoys shopping. My lips curve up into a small smile as I touch one of the clothes, realising how I've never experienced having appropriate clothes of my own other than slutty dresses.

''Here. Go take a shower and change into this.'' She hands me a white tank top and a dark blue skinny jeans.

I smile at her, ''Thanks.'' And she smiles back, slowly leaving me alone in her room. My eyes wander around the room to make sure that I'm alone before undressing myself and putting the clothes on the ground—as I enter the bathroom, cleaning myself up.

Once I'm done, I look at myself in the mirror and see that I actually like my face without any makeup on. I feel like myself other than hiding behind thick layers of makeup. That's what they taught me—they wanted me to put on makeup so that I could enhance my own beauty but I turned out to be someone else.

I change into the pair of new clothes before walking out of the room. Just in time, Elia steps out of his room too—making both of us look at each other in surprise. He looks at my face for a few seconds before eyeing my clothing but I ignore him by quickly walking down the stairs.

All of the men are in the living room, laughing as they talk about something. From afar, I see Cassandra sitting with Luciano as they just talk but the frown on Luciano's face shows how he disagrees with Cassandra about something. Turning around, I see Elia walking down the stairs, eyeing my every movement.

He's the only person that I know in this house, might as well just act like nothing happened. I thought.

I feel him holding me by the waist as he stands close, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear slowly—purposely running his fingers on my face, making me feel tingles on my skin due to his touch. Then, he leans in, pecking me on my neck as his lips curve up into a small smile.

As soon as I feel the familiar rush in my chest, I quickly step away from him and walk towards the back of the hall—until I see a door, making me push it open and breathe in the fresh air. What is wrong with him? What is wrong with me? I thought, massaging my temples with my fingers. My body won't stop shaking from what just happened yet I manage to control it by slowly breathing.

''Rose.'' I turn to see Elia standing near the door, looking directly at me.

Blinking a few times, I can't help but notice how it kills me every time we're near to each other. He doesn't even have to try anything and he would still look like he could seduce any woman he wants. From the way his messy yet neat hair looks and the brightness of his eyes—his appearance is really bothering me.