Power of the Rose

Chapter Six: Greek, Ruby, Kiss

How can Ambrose look at this man and think to hate him but not love him?

Is love and hate two different words?

So is Estrange and strange.

I known Ambrosia aka Ambrose when we where in diapers, like baby fools that we

use to be.

I am Greek and he is Italian.

I am Greek, six foot five, ghostly skin, Ruby hair and forget me not blue eyes.

 My name is Dionýz and I am the youngest out of an older brother and a sister and

a mom who is a lesbian and a dad who is remarried and I the black of the black

sheep in a Greek-Italian family.

Me an Ren walk in to a dazzling coloured club and he looks around, and sees men

dancing agents men, giving them lap dances, on top of each other,

laughing,smoking, kissing, drinking. And he walks over to the bar.

“The sweet smell of c*m, huh Ren.” I commented

“More like tobacco.” he Responded

I take his hand and we dance right there, my hair on the back of my shirt, and

we are grinding like two gay me will for enjoyment.

Close, are body's close, and the front of my pants rubbing, scratching, on our

pants and legs, and my face goes to his neck.

“Keep going your a natural.” I whispered.

I place my hands on his hips and the swing of are body's are rhythmic and he

turns around and we continue dancing and his body, his Italian body that is a

sandy yellow and his eyes connect with mine.

“I am hot are you?” I asked

He nods and I slowly move my hands up and down his body, and I pull him closer.

“I hate you but you dance so well.” Ren commented

He stops and I let go and go and get are drinks.

And I look back and he walks on to the dance floor and he is chatting with other

men.

“Water and a rum please.” I said sweetly

The bartender hands it to me and I pay him.

“Your so attractive.”

I can hear them and I walk faster.

“I am a male model but thanks go on and dance have fun.” he said

I go up to him and they look at me. “is that his Friend, is he a model also?”

 They go off and giggle like school girls and I give the look l want to kill them, and I turn and look at him and he gives his normal happy go (f*cking) lucky smile and clear my speech 

“Your water.” I said

I hand him the nestle bottle water and he opens it and drinks it, quickly.

“I hate that comment, be a male model your so cute.” I growled

“But your not, your a baker and a good one.” he said Nicely

I blush and toss the glasses at the nearest wall to show that I am pissed off but I am not.

“Your and Amber have two weeks off right?” I asked foolishly