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Chapter 5

*Edited*

(Rosalyn's POV)

* three days later *

I looked at him from the corner of my eye as we sat at the dining table eating chicken rice silently. I watched as his lips moved perfectly as he ate. Looking back down at my own plate, I had kissed him. I was tired and I needed someone. I was sick of feeling alone and he was so cute as he tried to tuck me into bed all sweet and shit. I sighed and pushed the bowl away and leaned back covering my face with my hair.

Brandon's fork dropped to his bowl and I felt him move towards me. Expecting some huge romantic thing to happen I braced myself expecting his arms to just hold me saying he was sorry and then I would just reply with a simple, I'm really sorry!

Instead he walked past me grabbing my bowl and walking to the kitchen. Of course. What was I thinking?!

I'm a paid hooker. All I was needed for was to convince his daddy we were in love so he could have a reason to leave an illegal drug trafficking business. I pushed my self up and moved to my room. Just as I had done for the past three days. His mothers brunch was tomorrow and I was not looking forward to sitting around drinking tea and eating cupcakes and pretending that I was falling in love with someone that only viewed me as a simple low life hooker.

I laid on my bed for about an hour when I heard a low discussion. Moving from the bed and poking my head into the hallway I saw Brandon's office room door was open slightly spilling light into the dark hallway. Brandon's aggravated voice sounded out down the hallway.

"Shut up! I know what's at stake here, Val" curiosity took over and my feet moved lightly across the hallway as I pressed my body against the wall by the open door.

"Yeah yeah, ... I don't know, Val" he said then his voice seemed to sound strained.

"I can't just walk away... She.. I don't love her!" Brandon shouted suddenly causing me to jump. Who was he talking about? Me?

"Shut up, Valentine! You don't know what you're talking about!" His voice was raising louder and louder each time he spoke.

"She doesn't even look at me anymore, Val.." He said a hint of sadness in his voice. Me. He was talking about me? Why?

Sighing I knocked on the door and poked my head in curious. Brandon's eyes looked caught out like a deer in headlights. A small smile crept to my lips at the look of him squirming.

"Hold that thought, Val. I have some stuff to deal with" He said before hanging up and putting the phone on his desk before turning to me.

"Is everything okay? I thought I heard you shouting?" I asked walking into the room looking at the various sheets on the table. I looked at him to catch his eyes lingering on my back side. I turned away a small smirk on my face. I wore a large grey shirt and black lace underwear. I was suddenly aware that without any thought I was strutting myself around like this wasn't the reason we were awkward.

"Just some brotherly arguments" he said stepping away from me causing me to step forward. I wanted to apologise. I needed to apologise. If I was going to be here for a year I needed to be able to get past this.

I placed a hand oh his chest feeling his heart beat accelerate. Drawing my eyes up to him pleading.

"I'm sorry for everything, Brandon" I said looking down at my feet. Before I knew it I was placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and taking a step back.

"I was lonely.. And I'm sorry if I had ruined the small friendship that we were forming" with that I walked away, his warm hand wrapped around my wrist and before I knew it I was against his chest.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, we both wanted it" he said looking down into my eyes with a warmth I craved. His hand came up and touched my face gently, pulling my chin up our lips almost touching. I breathed in his woody smell and felt my heart swell knowing that somehow we were going to be okay.

His lips touched mine suddenly, hungry. He pulled me close grabbing my body like it was everything he needed. I pulled at him as well needing him. Wanting to be with him.

My back pushed up against the wall I breathed in sharply as he traced kisses along my neck. Pulling at my large shirt I was suddenly aware at how fast paced this was all going. Not that I cared as his mouth kissed patterns from my neck and down to my cleavage making me pull at him.

Suddenly like everything was happening so fast we were in his bedroom, my back pushed into his soft bed. I pulled at his clothes running my hands along his bare chest and hard abdomen. Unclasping my bra I was aware of my naked breasts before him.

Brandon's eyes looked from my face and at my breasts hungrily, his mouth moving down and tracing small kisses around my hard nipple. Moaning I tried to unclasp his pants. My back arching as his tongue snaked out and played with the sensitive top of my nipple.

Pulling my panties off he quickly undid his pants and pushed up against me allowing me to feel his hard shaft against my already throbbing self. Pulling off his boxers I felt my eyes wander down. My hands grasping his shaft and begging to move up and down, Brandon moaned in my ear tracing kisses along my neck. I was fully aware of the need for each other pulsing between us.

Pulling Brandon closer I felt his hard shaft at my entrance. Pulling him in we both let out a deep moan of satisfaction. Our eyes meeting as we both pushed together and began to feel ecstasy flow between us. Deep within in me I felt the sheer pleasure of my orgasim building.

As both Brandon and I pushed harder in to each other, our breath hot and heavy as I screamed out feeling my body react perfectly as I orgasimed. Brandon let out a low growl as he himself released all sense of lust.

Collapsing on top of me my hands still holding tightly on to him as I tried to regain my breath. Rolling off of me I was surprised when his arms snaked around and pulled me close to his naked body.

I felt his breathing begin to slow down and noticed that he was asleep. Attempting to sneak away I was again surprised when his arms stiffened forcing me to remain by his side.

"Don't leave my little Rosé" he murmured sleepily, his Italian accent thick.

Sighing I turned to face him and laid my head on his bare chest and breathed in his woody smell. A silent tear escaped my eyes as I remained in his arms. Protected.

My heart constricted. I was falling in love with him, and he wasn't ever going to love me.

I was to broken for a man like Brandon to love. Raped and then sold to be a sex slave. What type of man would want a woman like me?

I pushed my face into his chest further wanting to enjoy the first time I didn't regret having sex with someone. The first time I didn't feel like a hooker. I wanted to protect this moment. For me.. It was absolute perfection.