Rosalie's POV

"Hey get up!" Voices screamed in sync startling me so much I fell off the bed.

"Fuck!" I groaned at the painful impact from falling adding on to that I already had.

"Fuck!" A smaller voice mimicked and I snapped my eyes wide open.

"Don't repeat bad words." I scolded Cage who was dressed in a casual outfit sitting on the edge of the bed.

"It's not that bad, daddy says it all the time." He threw his hands in the air to protest.

Not having the energy to argue I lay back on the cold floor.

"Cagey could you kindly go get me some whipped cream?" Charlie's high pitched voice rang through my ears making me wince.

"Ok." Cage jumped off the bed and run out the room screaming on top of his lungs.

"How does he have so much energy." I groaned covering my face from the bright light.

"Are you ok?" Penelope moved the comforter off my face earning a goan from me.

"I'm fine just exhausted." The words came out and they all smirked giving me a 'did you get some' look.

"No, I'm nothing like you horny freaks." I lied.

"Then what is the reason for your exhaustion." Martha wiggled her eyebrows.

"I've been working non stop over the past weeks and last night I drunk like a piece of cotton wool absorbing water." I rolled my eyes at her.

"I don't believe you." She stated and I shrugged.

"Leave, I need to freshen up, I reek." I gagged.

"You better hurry your ass up we've have quite a lot of work cut out for us today." She stood looking down at my confused self.

"What work?"

"Are you fine?" Charlie's hand reached to touch me but I moved away quickly.

"I'm ok, what work?"

"Cleaning up your house, setting up the basement, getting the new dress orders and receiving the materials we orders." Martha reminded and I groaned.

"Yeah, I'll come down just let me get ready." Sharing a concerned look the girls left.

Still laying on the floor I peeped into the blanket only to find myself naked and all the events of the previous night hi me like a brick.

"Oh my goodness." I gasped.

The ache between my legs made it hard for me to walk to the bathroom at a quick pace so I took my time reminiscing over the memories. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and traced the love bites and bruises littering my skin boy he sure did quite a number on me. My hair looked like of a birds nest and lipstick smudges.

I wanted to feel guilty for what I had done last night but I couldn't, I loved the feeling of his body on mine it reminded me of the first time he took my virginity and the few times that followed.

Smiling I stepped into the shower and let the hot water hit my skin, massage my sore muscles and scalp.

After getting ready I made my way to the kitchen and went to the fridge where I got something to eat as I was starving.

"Cool tattoos." Cage who sat on the kitchen island behind me stated.

"What tattoos?" I stared at him confused.

"The ones on your back." She said simply.

"I didn't get any tattoo." I frowned.

"Well it's there." He shrugged getting an apple and skipping out of the room.

Brushing his comment off I went down to my house where Martha was already helping me out.

"I didn't think you guys would be here." I told Penelope and Charlie. "Well Penn maybe not you, don't you have patients?"

"Not anymore, little Ms I'm a model and doctor is trying to steal my job." She rolled her eyes. "I swear I hate her."

"The feeling is mutual." We all concurred.

"Why does Dash even keep her around?" Martha said with a scoff.

"Cause she's good in bed." Penelope answered rolling her eyes.

'Not as good' I thought to myself with a smirk.

"Why are you smirking?" They asked confusion evident in their tones.

"Nothing." I shrugged turning around only to hear them gasp.

"What?" I turned worried.

"That tattoo is so beautiful!" Penelope gushed wide eyed. "I can't believe you got it without me!"

"I didn't get any tattoo." I retorted.

"Well your back surely has one, how much did you have to drink?" Charlie frowned.

"Yes I had quite a lot to drink but didn't get any damn tattoo." I agitatedly threw my arms in the air.

Pushing me to the floor length mirror in the living room I looked back at what they were saying only to find a colourful tattoo on my back. I was wearing a backless turtle neck dress that enabled me to stare at the beautiful work of art printed on my body.

"You finally did it after years of planning on it." Charlie smiled.

Finally getting over how beautiful the tattoo looked on my skin confusion sipped in.

I never got a tattoo last night.

Dash's POV.

"Dash where were you last night?" Lucinda demanded barging into my bedroom.

"Shut up." I groaned wincing at the sound her high pitched voice caused in my ears.

"Dash I'm your girlfriend and you dared ditch me with hell knows who." She kept ranting and I threw a pillow over my hear to stop hearing her. She was so annoying.

Getting annoyed I got up from the bed and faced her. "Where I go and who I chose to fuck is non of your damn business, you are my girlfriend and you can't be in a blink of an eye."

"You wouldn't dare." She glared challengingly.

"I did it once, what do you think will stop me." With a smirk I proudly walked into my bathroom locking the wooden door behind me. I could tell she was pissed off but I didn't care.

I wasn't planning on getting out of bed this early but because of Lucinda I had no choice.

"I'm sorry babe." She came and hugged me from behind as I was in nothing but a towel searching for something to wear in the closet. The moment her skin came in contact with mine I moved away, it felt like fire and I hated it.

"What's wrong with you." She huffed annoyed touching me and the same feeling from earlier made me pull my arm away.

"Nothing just don't touch me." I spoke bluntly.

"I'm your girlfriend Dash-"

"Do you have to keep bloody reminding me huh!" I snapped feeling irritated by her constant reminding.

"Then treat me like it!" She yelled. "I'm sure this isn't how you treated that slut."

Angry at her choice of words I grabbed her by the neck slamming her against the mirror before growling dangerously. "Don't call her names."

As wrong as it was only I had the right to hurt Rosalie and she needed to know that.

"Since when do you defend her!"

"I'm not in the mood for this." I moved my grip from her neck to her arm dragging her to the door.

Throwing her out the door she stared up with teary eyes. "Stop treating me like this."

"If you don't like it fucking leave." I said and slammed the door in her face.

Normally I'd never treat her as horribly as I had but something about her presence was getting my wolf and I on edge hence the reaction.

Sighing I racked a hand through my moist hair and went back to dressing up.

"Some had fun last night." Shaun commented the second I took off my shirt remaining in a pair of sweat shorts.

"Maybe I did." I shrugged with a smirk remembering the events of the night. I didn't want to feel the way I felt after having her in so many ways I couldn't even count, guilt or disgust is what I wanted to feel not satisfaction.

"Yeah, his mood even seems better." Angelo teased.

Ignoring them I turned to lift some weights as we where in the gym.

"Cool tattoo." They said at the same time and I turned to see who they were talking to as it was only us.

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows after confirming it was only as 3.

"The tattoo on you back, it's cool."

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