Life Isn't As Easy As It Looks

Chapter 2: Late Night Talk

Rose was sat on her bed after she ran out. She smiled to herself thinking about the positives of having a husband and the ups of marring a , but he might never love her. All she wanted was the love Albert could give her.

There was a knock at her door.

"Come in." She shouted, she expected it to be her mother or father, but let alone Albert. Albert stood there. He closed the door looking at her, she just smiled.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, it wasn't proper of me. I know many women who have married men much older than them, but I'm just scared." She didn't notice that Albert was now knelt in front of her.

Albert put his hand on her chin and pushed her face up to look at him. They both wanted to kiss each other. Albert leaned in to her face.

"Let me kiss you please. I need to fee..." He was cut off by a pair of lips that had been placed on his. He didn't know why she was doing this but he liked it, so he started to kiss her back.

He needed to feel her skin against his, his hands went up to where the robe she wore of her night gown. He started to pull it down off her shoulders, she didn't even stop him. She must have wanted this.

Rose's hands went to the top of his shirt wanting it off his body. She felt the robe being pulled down her shoulders. She lifted her bum of the bed to get it from under her. She felt Albert's hands lift her rode then chuck it across the room somewhere.

When she finally got off his shirt, she ran her hands up and down his chest occasionally feeling a speck of chest hair. The kiss they were having was amazing, but it needed to stop. She needed to save herself for her wedding night.

Albert kissed down her jaw and then to her neck. He sucked and nibbles against her skin.

"Stop. Stop we can't so this. If you want to marry me. Oh god, you're going to kill me. If you want to marry me you'll stop." She felt him kiss her neck for the last time.

"You want to marry me?" Rose thought he would want someone with more matureness. She had always lived a peaceful and happy life.

"Yes, who wouldn't want to marry beautiful, sexy, innocent and pure women? I want to learn to love and hold you."

"You didn't love you old wife?" Albert chuckled and shook his head.

"No, she was always with other men because I wouldn't have sex with her every night. You're probably thinking about A.J. He is mine; my mother says that he looks like me that am why he's called A.J."

"Like Albert Junior?"

"Yes, like Albert Junior. She picked out his name, it was her last words, but enough about her she doesn't matter." He moved to sit next to her on her bed; they moved to sit against the head board.

"Tell me about you. About your son and your home." Rose wanted to know more about his life as now he wanted to marry her.

"My life is boring, it doesn't matter. Well, I married at eighteen, but you would be bored to death by my life. My son is just like me I think. Always happy, laughing and running around the place, he always wanted a mother to love and hold him, but all her got was me, my parents and my siblings. The house I live in is much bigger than this. You would it; you could have as many rooms as you wanted you could even have your own bed chamber, if you didn't want to sleep in my bed chamber. My family stay a lot because they like to see A.J." Rose was amazed by how he was with his family. She wasn't really close with them only just about got along with them. She wanted to leave the place she called a home, because it didn't feel like a home any more.