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Chapter 6

Zayn's POV:

    Since I didn't get enough sleep last night , I decided not to go to my work today. I'm the CEO,so I can stay for any reason, that I want.

  I went to take a shower, but as I stepped into the shower stall, I felt my thoughts start to drift to Rosalind.She's a princess carved from precious stones.Her name fits her perfectly. Her eyes radiate warmth. I started to get hard at thinking of her.

I worked my hand on my shaft until I came.Then, I stepped out of the shower stall, with a towel wrapped around my hips. Someone knocked on the door, and I knew it must be her. I opened the door for her to see what she wants, but I hope I don't get hard while talking to her; she drives my dick insane. She's young and pure as hell.

" Good morning," she said. But as she saw me standing this way, she excused herself.

I didn't want to push her, so I kept my hands to myself in fear of startling her away.If she realizes that Adelaide is a lie, she'll run for the hills.

I put on a nice blue T-shirt and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. I coiffed my her perfectly and put on my favorite fragrance.

As I go downstairs, I smell pan cakes filling my nostrils. Now, it hit like a tone of bricks why she knocked. She simply prepared the breakfast for both of us.

  I stepped into the kitchen and found her reading a book that's why she didn't realize my presence. I decided to day good morning to break her out of this world of fantasy she lives in right now. As I say good morning, her eyes move to me from the pages of the book, looking happy. Her happiness is reflected as well in her clothes;she wears a beautiful floral dress, that lands right above her knees.

She replied, "Good morning." She closed the book and told me to have my plate. Her hands moved to get herself a plate too.

" Did you wait for me until I get up?" I asked

" Yes," she answered, grinning like a Cheshire cat at me.

I started to dig at my food, and it tasted like heaven. Her cooking is amazingly delicious.

" Your cooking skills are excellent," I complimented her, giving her a proud smile.

" Thank you," she said

" Why are you so taciturn?" I asked. " You need to talk more with me."

" I promise I'll try as hard as I can to start a conversation."

" Great.What were you reading?"

" The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne," she answered

" So... Are you into dark romance sine you like Hawthorne's works?" I smirked

" Kind of."

" And you love reading?"

" Yes. Like a lot."

" Who are your favorite writers?"

" My favorites are Oscar Wilde , the great Irish writer of the 19 th century, D.H Lawrence, the great British writer of the 20 th century, Nathaniel Hawthorne, the great American writer, Alphonse Daudet, the great French writer, Anton Chekov, the great Russian writer."

" Oh...  Wait... I know now how to get you started."

" I guess so."

" I took today off in order to know each other better."

" Great idea."

We finished eating. We went to the living room, and I asked her the first question.

" Can I know who you really are?"

" I'm Rosalind Serene Dela Garza. I'm 15 as I told you. Reading is my life. I love learning languages. I'm originally from Argentina. I wish I could move to the country. "

" So why did you escape?" I looked at her intently

" Have you ever been called a dilemma by your own mum?" she asked

" No," I answered

" She said that to her boyfriend on the phone. She blames me for everything even though it's not my damn fault that he had left," she started to cry her eyes out.

" Rosalind she does not deserve you. I know it hurts ,so you can always rely on me and call me daddy. I'll fix you and be there for you, unlike your mum. I've always wanted someone like you so innocent so fragile to take care of, and now it's real,and I have you," I took her in my arms, wrapping my arms around her body protectively.

" Thank you for saving me," she uttered,kissing my cheek to show her gratitude.

" Baby what about going to my summer house in my car. We will have loads of fun. Pack up , OK ," I suggested.

" OK daddy," she said, rushing upstairs to pack up.

Rosalind's POV :

I went to the room he gave me ,and I started to put random things and my toiletries. I went downstairs again, thinking of what we could do there. I knock on his door, and he smiles at me. I find him packing things up.

" Do you need help daddy?"

" Thank you babe," she said slowly,leaving me to chew on the word babe.

"For how long are we gonna stay there?"

" For as much as we want I've got nothing planned. It's my first time to just play it by ear. I'm a plan-oriented person."

" You seem like one," I flashed him a full-blown smile,the smile you could give to the one your life depends on, but this ain't normal. He's just Daddy. He claims to be.

" Rosie! There no body will find you because your mum must be searching under every rock for you," he laughed.

" Probably not," I went into a trance of heart-crunching thoughts.

" Earth to Rosie!," he exclaimed

" What? What is it daddy?"

" You seem to have gone wool gathering."

" Sorry. I was just absorbed in something"

Suddenly the bell rings. I wonder who might be on the door.