His Fiore

1

Rose's P.O.V

I slammed my bedroom door shut and flopped on my bed groaning. Enrique and I were having yet another fight about work.

He wants me to stay with him as his personal assistant but I'm not fucking going to do so. I learnt the same things as him plus we both own the company and run it I should have equal rights as him.

I scoffed. Men.

"ROSE GET YOUR DAMN ASS DOWN RIGHT NOW" I heard his deep husky voice echo through the mansion.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF IM ONLY COMING DOWN WHEN YOU BE REASONABLE WITH ME" I screamed back.

I soon heard heavy footsteps indicating that he was coming upstairs.

He opened my room door and glared at me. His white button up was open at the top showing off his hairless chest. His black hair slicked nicely up however one hair was falling down on his forehead.

"You do not talk to me like that" he said inching closer to me by the second.

I stood up from my bed and narrowed my eyes at him.

Momma ain't raised no damn bitch.

"If your going to talk to me rudely then I'm going to talk to you rudely sort your attitude out before talking to me understood Mr King" I said mocking his name at the end.

The corner of his lips cured upwards his infamous smirk back on his face.

"Listen to me Mrs King, come downstairs and we will speak like rational fucking adults" he said in his deadly calm voice putting his hand on my shoulder giving it a tight squeeze.

My eyes went to the ring on his finger that we exchanged 2 months ago, making me roll my eyes at the thought of the petty "wedding" we had.

I shrugged his shoulder off and walked downstairs as he trailed behind me.

We sat down on the dining table and I sighed massaging my temples. Just as I was about to speak the door rang. I furrowed my brows as I went to go get it Enrique not moving from his seat.

"Dante?" I said looking at Enrique's idiot of a bestfriend.

"Hi sex bomb how are you doing" he said pulling me into a tight squeeze.

I shook my head, he has absolutely no filter. However, he is good company so i'm fine with him plus he's the only other person who knows about our hateful marriage.

"Dante" Enrique said doing the bro hug thing before we all sat down at the table.

"So why are you here?" Enrique said furrowing his brows at the 26 year old child infront of us.

"I could sense trouble in paradise so I came as your therapist" he said intertwining his hands whilst putting his chin up trying to be prestigious.

"Enrique's an idiot" I said crossing my arms keeping my eyes focused on Dante.

Dante squinted his eyes in thought then nodded agreeing with me which put a smile on my face.

"Your fucking stupid this is my company I should be the sole person running it" he said in a calm voice which pissed me off more.

"We got married for a damn reason and that was that we conjoin our companies meaning half of it is yours and half of it is mine" I said pointing at myself.

"Dante" we both said looking at him for support.

His eyes widened at the sudden attention, as he stopped biting his nails. He began scratching the back of his head as he pursued his lips.