Chapter

Caelum was lying in the room opposite to the master bedroom. He had taken a shower after he had told Jasmine to help Rose bathe and get dressed.

He had noticed how she had covered all those scars on her body with makeup. Wasn't sleeping with so many layers of foundation and concealer bad for the skin? He had thought.

It had taken an effort not to help her bathe himself. The way she became a different person after a few drinks made him smile. He had hardly seen her being headstrong and outgoing, she had looked ravishing like that.

He had been thankful to his small conscience that had knocked some sense in his perverted brain.

He rubbed his face and sat up. He couldn't sleep again. The only few nights he had actually got some peace in a long time were the ones on which Rosette had been pressed against him.

He sighed and was reaching to the nightstand to grab the medicines when a knock sounded on his door.

"Come in." he said. The door clacked open and Jasmine took a step in. "Madame is done with her cleaning." She said slowly.

"Okay then you can go back to your quarter, I'll ring you if I need something." he said dismissing her.

Jasmine hesitated for a moment.

"Is there anything else?" Caelum asked.

"Sir, Madame is really drunk and she hasn't fallen asleep yet so..." she trailed off.

"So?" Caelum raised an eyebrow.

"So it would be good if you could stay by her side tonight." She blurted out faster and louder than she intented.

"Get out." He commanded coldly

"Yes sir." She bowed as she turned around. She knew she was in no position in arguing. She shut the door behind her and sighed.

Meanwhile Caelum flopped back on the bed. He reached for the nightstand. Popping a sleeping pill in his mouth, he turned off the light.

He knew if he saw her now, he would have her on her knees.

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Caelum had closed his eyes for no more than 10 minutes when he was greeted with the sound of utensils falling in the kitchen.

Rosette! His eyes shot open as he got up and almost ran down the stairs straight to the kitchen.

He was met with a peculiar scene.

Rosette was kneeling on the kitchen counter trying to reach the forbidden cupboard of snacks. Now this all was not shocking for a drunk person to do, but the only puzzle missing were her pants.

She was only wearing a long pink t-shirt with a black panty covering her bottom. And as she lifted her hand above her head, the t-shirt revealed her soft behind.

The animal part in Caelum was already on its knees begging him to bed her but he kept his calm as he cleared his throat, trying to catch her attention but she did not turn.

He sighed and walked to her. She still did not notice him. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off the counter.

"Ahhh!!!" she screamed loudly.

"Easy there, love." He whispered into her ear.

She tilted her head to her right and faced him, still cradled in his arms. Her expression calmed down,

"It's the big bad wolf." She sighed

"What?" Caelum blinked.

She laughed tipping her head back on his shoulder. Giggling she pried open his fingers clumsily and moved away from him.

She went and sat on the kitchen island, "Can I get a snack?" she asked.

Caelum made a distasteful face, "That fried-sugary garbage is bad for your health."

"Hey!!" she said in a high pitched voice, "What are you calling garbage? I want a snack." His face remained unchanged, "Pleaseee." She added pouting unhappily.

"God have mercy." he murmured under his breath as he reached for the cupboard. He was weak to that pouting face. He grabbed a packet of doritos and threw it in her direction.

She tried catching it but it fell on the floor. She pushed her butt off the island and picked it up.

She bend down with her ass facing Caelum.

She quickly turned around and asked, "Do we need wine?" shaking the plastic packet.

Caelum pressed his temples, "No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on."

She looked down at her legs and pouted, "But life is so freeing without them." She said twirling.

He glared at her, "Pants.on.now."

She hiccupped as she climbed the island and stood on it, "You have no power over me." She said swinging from side to side like a child.

He went ahead and pulled her off the kitchen island catching her in his arms once again.

"You sure about that love." Their faces just heartbeats away.

"Kiss me." Rosette whispered.

His eyes widened with shock. "What?"

"Kiss me." She repeated.

"You'll hate yourself when you sober up." He said looking away from her lips.

"You hate me alooot don't you." She asked as she caught his eyes, her own grim and soft not matching the playful smile on her face.

He paused for a second considering what to assume from the look in her eyes.

"What about you?" he asked, "How much do you hate me?"

"As much as you do." She replied.

He smiled to himself, if only she knew......

Her honey eyes were pouring themselves into his blue ones. She was digging the bottom of those oceans. He was scared of what she might see.

He blinked, and pushed her upward into his arms slinging her onto his shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" she screeched.

"Getting your pants." He said as she groaned.

"At least you have a nice behind." She sighed.

He chuckled lightly. She was totally unaware of the fire she was fanning.

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