Rose was not abandoned

Chapter 9

Alec was so relieved, no wonder she hadn't wanted to talk about it but he thought it would have been a lot worse like she'd been captured by them but she'd been a heroine and had saved a lot of people. He'd heard all the tales, about robots that had taken over London, robots created by John Lumic, a genius who had gone mad, letting his latest creation run rampant all over the city and converting thousands of people against their will in a crazed frenzy of making everyone the same. Then he realised he should have known Peter Tyler's name because at that time, Vitex was owned by Cybus Industries, which after Lumic's disappearance had been disbanded and Tyler had taken back his company and had become a multi-millionaire overnight. Rose was now heiress to that fortune through her mother's marriage.

He took Rose back into his arms again, he took his shirt off and put it around her shoulders, sitting her down on the bed. "Rose, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring all those memories back but I had to know, you needed to tell me now we can move and you can tell me you're coming back to me." He leaned over and kissed her.

Rose looked at him, he was satisfied now she'd told him but it was only the cut down speeded up version but if she could tell him the whole story, would he hate her for lying to him? She wasn't lying though, it was almost the truth but better prepare him for more.

"Alec, that's only a part of it, there's more but for now, that's all you need to know, the rest of it can wait. The other stuff I told you was all true, growing up without a dad on a council estate, it's all real. We have one more night Alec, let's not waste it. If you come to London on Saturday, I'll tell you the rest because you need to speak to my step-dad because if I tell you, you won't believe me."

"Oay, for now. You'll tell me everything?" Rose nodded. "On Saturday, you promise, I need to know the rest and whatever it is Rose, I'll listen. So you and Peter Tyler tell me the rest of the story, you think I'll leave and if I can't accept what you tell me, I will leave so let's see who's right. Now come here and let me make you forget about it for tonight. I love you Rose, I want to shag the life out you before you leave tomorrow."

He crawled over to the other side of the bed and she moved over to him. They kissed again, Alec with his arms around her, whispering her name, telling her he didn't want her to leave. Rose snuggled on him, her head on his shoulder as he turned on his side to her, kissing her cheek, holding her tight. He could tell she was starting to cry again. There was nothing he could do, he'd tried everything to get her not to leave in the morning. It was up to her now, she had to decided if his love for her was enough if not to get her to stay, then to bring her back to him. Two days he had to be without her, two days while she decided both their fates. If she wasn't coming back, then he was putting in for an immediate transfer at the closest place to where she lived, find some hotel until he got something to rent and make sure she knew where he was and he still wanted her. That was his final decision. He would win her back somehow because he couldn't live withou her.

He was feeling her tears on his shoulder, telling her not to cry, constantly rubbing the tears as they fell, telling her he loved her. Why in the beginning did she think she would spend one night with him then go off and forget him? Why had she fallen in love with him and spent the vast majority of her holiday with him. Her plan of a short break then go back to work was reduced to pieces within hours of her arrival, well not even hours, it has started when she accidentally bumped into him in the hotel doorway. There was no doubt that she loved him but there was a rift between them called doubt, doubt he'd be able to accept who she was and where she had come from and that didn't get any easy now she was lying next to him, having the most fantastic sex of her life with him and the one night she planned to have with him had turned into something else. On Saturday she was going to have to give him her answer if he could accept her. He was playing with the necklace he'd bought her still around her neck, a single heart expressing his love for her, he was kissing her chin, reaching his lips down to kiss her throat, saying he loved her as the tears still fell down her cheeks.