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Chapter 9

*Edited*

(Rosalyn's POV)

* three days later *

His chest was shining from water as he walked towards me with a cheesy grin plastered on that sexy face of his.

"The water is amazing, tell me your going to go in?" He asked incredulously plopping down next to me.

"I get sunburnt really easy"

"So?"

"So I don't want to get sun burnt, it hurts.. A lot"

"Yeah? Don't you just tan?"

"Maybe like three weeks after being burnt, usually I just turn gross and peel" I said with a disgusted look on my face. Looking up into Brandon's eyes he mirrored my same look.

After the wedding we caught a plane and currently sat on a secluded beach in California. Already being here for three days we were quickly running out of things to do. Imagining sex with Brandon was about as much fun I was having on our honeymoon.

"Padre told me the other day that at the end of this big month I was free to leave"

"That's awesome! What will you be doing now?"

"I need to sell all my shares in the mafia and vow never to say another word of it again, after that then I am CEO of Santoro Consolidated" Brandon said a look of pride on his face.

"Wow, I'm so glad this all worked out for the best then"

"Yeah it really did..." Falling into an awkward silence I looked out over the blue water wishing I didn't get burnt so easily. A nice long swim would be perfect right now.

"I'm sorry..." I looked up at Brandon hoping with every part of me he was apologising for the cruel words he has plagued me with two months ago.

"I just got a message from Valentine. They need me back at the house" he said getting up and brushing sand off his shorts.

"So we're going home?" I asked my eyes looking out at the water again.

"Sadly, I wish we could stay"

So do I. I wish so many things, Brandon. You being one of them. Walking back to the beach house I couldn't help but look longingly back at the beach.

Once inside I easily changed into some grey jeans and stayed wearing my large black shirt. Shoving everything into the suitcase as Brandon tried to get some tickets back to New York.

That's when I heard it. Thunder. Followed a few seconds later by the house being attacked by heavy rain. Running around the house like a mad women trying to close all the windows Brandon remained in the kitchen a smile on his face.

Running to close the back glass door my body getting pelted with rain I reached for the handle feeling my body begin to fall. Still mid reach for the door I landed with a hard thud on the tiled floors my foot kicking out and colliding with the glass door. A loud bang and before I knew it I was covered in glass my bare foot bleeding greatly.

"Rosalyn! Oh my god! Are you okay?!" Brandon's husky voice appeared next to me his hands reaching out and pulling me away from the smashed window. Tears flowed down my face as the pain made my foot swell.

"Shit! We're going to have to go to hospital, Rosé" his arms surrounded me as he rushed me out of the house and into the rain.

My vision going black as I passed out in Brandon's strong arms.

(Brandon's POV)

* three hours later *

She was beautiful. Her hair was splayed around her on the pillow, her face looking peaceful. Her mouth open slightly making my attention focused fully on those perfect lips. Her eyes fluttered and before I knew it deep blue eyes looked at me. She moaned loudly as she rolled slightly her hands reaching down for her foot.

My own hands reached out to stop her from moving to much. Holding her hand she looked at me her face dazed.

"It's okay, it's just going to be sore for a few days, glass was everywhere and you were super close to cutting an artery or something" I said looking down at her aware of how much worry was in my voice.

"How the fuck?" She looked at me confused before realisation played in her eyes. Her body collapsing on the bed again.

"I'm such a fucking idiot" she said muffled by the pillow she held over her face.

"How?"

"How aren't I? I shoved my foot through a freaking glass window!" She shouted groaning. A deep chuckle erupted from my lips as I looked at her embarrassed face. God she was adorable.

"Well as soon as you feel better we have a ticket to head home" I said looking down at my feet.

"Okay, well I feel fine I just want to sleep"

"I'll head home and get our stuff" I announced standing. Feeling a soft hand on mine I searched for her blue eyes.

"I'm sorry for saying I hate you, I don't really" she said looking down a torn look across her face. One of relief and one of complete an utter stubbornness.

"I didn't mean to call you a whore... You're perfect Rosé, I'm just scared"

"So I'm not a whore?"

"No... You're perfection" a pink flush erupted across her cheeks.

"What took you so long to apologise?"

"I was scared, you scare me. You're confident and cool, you know what you want and you go for it. I've always had things handed to me, you've had to fight for it all. You're strong and I'm not. I want you but like I said... I'm too scared to go for it"

"You think I go for what I want? Brandon if I really went for what I want we would still be at home having sex right now confessing how much I love you"

I turned to her watching as tears formed in her eyes. She.. She loved me? Did.. Did I even love her? Turning to walk away I slammed the hospital door behind me before sinking to the floor.

Did I love her? Could I love her?