The White Rose

The Million Dollar Man.

The morning never felt like it was early anymore. I remember when waking up at six in the morning was a good thing but now if I manage to fall asleep at three in the morning i can get a good eight hour rest. Only the boring people in life follow the same schedule of sleep. Wake up at six then work until five and come home for a couple hours just to fall asleep around ten and repeat this cycle for years to follow. That was the life I lived at one point. I was born as Lucas Peters but after being adopted by my Mother's best friend , My last name had changed to Evans. My Adopted Parents, Marie and John Evans , Took me in after my mother had died in a fatal car crash months after my Birth. My Father had left my Mother months before my birth and so I've never met him. I had no Siblings from either my adopted Parents or biological Parents. At eighteen years old, graduated from high school I moved from the small town of Bronson , Florida to New York City to study at Juilliard for Performing arts. I had a passion for acting as well as a passion for being someone in life. I was self driven and confident I would come out on top of the world and I did. It was too easy however and I wasn't satisfied. My second year of college, just weeks after I turned twenty, I had gotten news that my father died and I was to inherit his fortune. Eight hundred and forty-six million dollars. Only a few short of a billion. After taking the money I had inherited, I moved back to Florida and finished paying off my Parents house. I sent them with two million dollars to go vacation and I spent the next several months at home doing nothing but playing video games and watching movies all day. I didn't buy silly things because I felt like I didn't deserve this money but after a long period of time I decided to start making big purchases. I got a Penthouse in New York City and decided to continue my studies at Juilliard.  Life was simple and easy at that point until I met the most painful , passionate, and insane yet lovely girl in the world, Rose. Her skin was as soft as you could imagine and her hair was a Dark shade of Black that was always kept up in a bun. She wore glasses that were as basic as they came and was tall enough to reach my lips for a kiss. Her eyes were a green but changed colors depending on how she was feeling. Her voice had the accent of a British girl and her Intelligence was damn near Perfect. She was smart, and she knew what she wanted from me, My Money. I was picking up an order of flowers for this girl I was seeing at the time and Rose was the girl who worked in the flower store. I had gotten dumped that day just several minutes later so I had came to return the flowers and she said to me "Why don't you make a pretty girl like me happy and take me out? I'll accept the flowers right now.". Something about what she said made me feel like I had to take her out and so I did. I didn't want to go out anywhere crazy fancy since I didn't want her to know of my financial state and so we went to this restaurant just down the road from where she worked. I can't remember the name of the place but it served Italian cuisine and so I ordered some spaghetti and she did the same. It was a basic first date but I'll never forget the night of it all. After a decent meal and a cab ride back to her place, she invited me into her apartment. I followed her into the elevator and I felt a tension rising. I hadn't had sex with a girl any where as remotely beautiful as this goddess standing just two feet from me. We got to her apartment on the third floor and we casually walked down the hallway to her door while I was getting nervous. We made it to her apartment on Floor C, Room 13. She dropped her keys while taking them out of her pocket of her coat. She bent over to pick them up and I got a glimpse of her figure bent over. It was enough to make a sane man lose his mind. We walked into her place after unlocking the door and she told me to sit on the couch while she changes. I got even more nervous. I started to feel anxious about what was going to happen next. She asked me to come into her room to help her out of her dress she was wearing underneath her coat. It was a shade of purple and aligned with pretty feathers at the shoulders. The back had a zipper in order to slide in and out and so I pulled the zipper down and her dress eventually fell. She covered my eyes with her hands and told me no peaking as she lead me out of her bedroom. She closed the door after I was out and I proceeded to go sit back on the couch and wait. I was so ready for her. She came out in a tight t shirt with no bra on. Her hard nipples were as visible as day and she was wearing some tight shorts that barely fit her amazing ass in them. She kissed me on the cheek and said "Thank you for letting me out of my dress. Now, you need to go before my husband gets home.". My heart fell into my stomach and I was completely lost. I didn't know what to say. She lead me to the door , unlocked it and thanked me for dinner. I walked out and went into the elevator. I had never felt so used in my entire life. Rose was a dangerous game to play and I should have avoided her entirely after that night but something kept me coming back for more time and time again. I got a cab to take me to the nearest bar so I could go fill my stomach with alcohol to help down the feeling I had after being let out of Rose's apartment. I got to this bar that was just a few blocks away from where Rose stayed. The cab driver asked if I needed someone to get me later that night but I said no.  I walked inside and saw only a couple others guys sitting at the bar. I ordered a basic shot of tequila. I was never much of a drinker and at the time i was only twenty-two. I had very little experience with alcohol but I knew that was going to change after that night. I drank two more shorts until I felt a pulling at my shoulder, I turn around to see Rose. " What are you doing here?" I asked. "You left your stupid apartment keys on my couch and so I chased after you but you left way too quickly. Anyway, here you go." She said. I was confused to why she would put an effort into delivering the keys and also to how she was able to follow the cab. I realized the less I wondered , the easier it was to deal with the situation. I said Thank you and asked how I could repay her and she said I could buy her a drink. She was wearing her long brown coat that I knew was covering the shorts and t shirt. "Bartender, give the lady what ever she wants. It's on me.". I said. "Oh look at you, playing Mr. Man I see. Where was this when we were out for dinner?". She said with a sound of sarcasm in her voice. The dinner from earlier was boring and I began to wonder why. We talked about college and how she ended up working at the Flower shop but I guess it wasn't anything special now that I think about it. I knew I had to make our time with each other at the bar exciting or else I would never have my self a Rose. After a night of shots and stupid jokes we got a cab and instead went back to my place. We pulled in front of this building that towered the sky. At the top of it all was my pent house that cost me a good seventeen million dollars. "Wow.." She said under her breath. I knew she was drunk but for some reason I wasn't. We walked into the lobby and took an elevator up to the twenty-first floor. She didn't say a word the entire way up. We got to my door and I went inside with her. She looked all around to see the paintings and leather couches she could only dream of affording. She ran straight to my couch and laid on it insisting that I take her coat of for her. I took it off and hanged it on a coat rack I had by the door. She looked amazing in the shorts and t shirt. I wanted her, so bad, but I knew I was a Man and I knew she was A Woman and I would never lay a finger on her while she was intoxicated. She laid down on the sofa and started trying to tell me a story about her pet gold fish from when she was younger. I was too caught up in admiring her beauty that I didn't notice that she had passed out before even finishing what had happened. I brought covers from my guest bedroom and put it on her. I went to my bathroom to brush my teeth and shower before I went to bed. I looked at my phone to check the time. It was four AM. Damn it... I knew I wasn't going to get my eight hours of rest.