The King, His Queen, and Princess

16.

(Warning contains mature language)

I hop off the bed quickly and run to our closet. As soon as I heard what he said I hung up the phone. I slip on my sneakers and grab my keys before running down the stairs. I hope she's okay.

I get into one of the cars and drive as fast as I could to the club. This is the first time I come to the club dressed down. I never come here without a suit on and currently, I am wearing gray joggers, a gray t-shirt, and sneakers. I had no time to wait especially if my baby could be in trouble.

"Hey, Alessandro," I hear a female voice in front of me as soon as I open the door and I roll my eyes before walking past her. I gasp when I see the commotion that is going on at the bar. My eyes widen when I see Rose taking shots surrounded by people. Everybody starts cheering her on when she downs the last shot. She waves her hand in the air and swayed her hips a bit before taking a cocktail from one of her friends.

Let's just say, Rosalie is sauced.

I stayed back a little bit longer just to see what she was gonna do next since she supposedly was going bat shit crazy. Right when I decide it's time to get my girl, I see a random guy approaching her.

He whispers something in her ear before grabbing her arm and pulling her to the dance floor. You could tell Rose is drunk merely by the way she is walking. I step a bit closer and watch as she starts innocently dancing with him. My blood starts boiling when I see him bring his hands up to her hips. The sneaky bastard presses his body against hers and tries his hardest to grind with her. 

He leans in to press a kiss to her lips and I really wanted to see how Rose is going to react before I kill him for touching what's mine. I take a deep breath through my nose as I felt my ears turn red. My right eye is twitching my fist is shaking by my sides. 

Rose pulls back from the kiss and the next thing I know, she punches him square in the face and slams her knee into his balls. I try my hardest not to laugh as I see blood pour down his nose.

"Rosalie!" I yell over the music with a smirk on my lips.

"Baby!" She slurs happily when she notices it is me standing in front of her. She takes me by surprise when she pressed her lips to mine. Her lips taste like pure alcohol.

She is very intoxicated.

"Rosalie, let's go home," I say once we pull back.

"Okay, daddy," She says and I grab her hand softly and walk to my office with her. I unlock the door and step inside with her stumbling in behind me. In the light, I can see her bloodshot eyes and dilated pupils. She looks up at me innocently as I examine her eyes. My hand lands on her cheek and she nuzzles her face closer to my hand. 

"Did you take something?" I ask quite angrily and she nods with a small smile.

"Yes, daddy," She sits on my desk and opens her legs a bit so I can stand in between them. I try not to get turned on by the use of the word daddy and the lust in her voice but it's hard. My hands rest on either side of her hips and hers are on my chest. 

"What did you take?"

"Don't be angry, daddy. I just smoked some weed before coming," She says as she puts her arms around my neck. She pulls me down and our faces are only an inch apart. It took everything in me not to kiss her.