He's just a random person, the second-in-command of a mafia boss who happens to be a killer who just happened to screw up her brain yesterday.

"So you think knowing these things about me now gives you the right to pass your judgment and call me a pervert?" She tilted her face again to get a better look at him.


"I don't make judgments."

"You call me spoiled."

"It's not judgment, it's a fact."


"No, that's an insult."

Charles shrugged, his fingers moving up her bare back, making her itch.


"It certainly won't come from me. I'm used to doing things my way too."

Browsing, Rosabella stepped away from him and crossed her arms over her chest again. "Oh, so you admit you're spoiled?"

"And I fully intend to keep it that way." He replied as if it was nothing.

He keeps it to himself that he fully intends to have her.

Yes, he wants her. Lie down, stand up, and bend over...

"You're an asshole." She hissed through her teeth as if she had heard what he was thinking.

But her reaction didn't even bother him. Instead, it sparked the exact opposite reaction in him.

"I believe I've heard you say that before along with other cool sounds you made yesterday."

"You won't hear anymore."

"Why not?"

Rosabella stared at him incredulously. Was he really just asking her that?

"Are you serious?"

"When not?"

She frowned, scanning every line of his expression just to confirm that he was serious.

"How do I know, maybe now would be a good time to start joking." She replied.

Charles closed the distance between them again and reached out, one arm wrapping around her waist again to pull her in while the other pushed her hair back over his shoulder, smoothing it as his fingers played with the soft texture of her hair.

"I'm serious. You don't want to sleep with me anymore?"

He heard her take a deep breath, nervously biting her lower lip.

"Are not."

"Are not?"

"Why do you think I would want that?"

His hand found its way under the top of her head again, this time following the smooth skin of her flat stomach.

"Sex is a natural way to relieve stress." Charles shrugged nonchalantly as he leaned back, his eyes wandering over her completely unashamed body.

Rosabella hummed. "Is that a different rule? One part of ten amendments under crappy Black Roses?"

Charles couldn't help being there, he had to suppress a smile that was slowly curling up the corner of his lips.

What is it about this girl that makes her not so threatening? "Somethings like that." He admitted, waiting for her answer.

Pouting her hips and crossing her arms, Rosabella lifted one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows.

He has to admit, she looks good in those black lace dresses, but this dress also shows off the beautiful line she possesses.

"Uhm, let me guess. Vengo has Audrey, and Michel has Fanny, although she's currently giving him a serious case of blue balls. Carlos had Gwen before she became a psycho." She held up her finger as if to count each finger.

"That still leaves your situation a mystery."

"What are you asking? Is that how you find out if I'm seeing someone?"

Rosabella blushed but still stood with her shoulders straight, lifting her chin to look directly at him.

"So what if it's me?"

Charles smirked.

"You definitely have a weird way to get around it. Just ask if you want to know."

Rosabella was silent for a moment, thinking that he would finally give her what she had been waiting for.

"Uhm?" Charles' smirk grew wider.

"Really?" She rolled her eyes.

"Ask me, Rosabella."

Licking her lips, she debated whether to drop the topic.

However, curiosity killed her and if her background check included information about her ex-boyfriend, should she be made aware of him?

"I heard that Michel saw a girl at a pub he owned before Fanny. That they weren't really together but it is known that they have a thing. I guess what I'm asking is whether Is this your case?"

Charles nodded. "That's right. He did. For me, I didn't." He revealed easily, without mentioning who she was actually referring to, was Kaylin.

He doesn't think it was his or her job that Michel did.

"Are not?"

"I don't like to mix my business with pleasure. And I'm also cautious about who I'm dealing with."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Meaning when I wanted to have sex, I would drive out of X city and meet someone to share a night with. I didn't do it often and never with the same girl."

"Not?"

"Sorry?"

Rosabella's lips curled up in a smile as she clarified her question.

"You used the past tense. Why?"

"Because you think we should continue to sleep together."

The smile disappeared from her face as her expression turned nervous again.

"Hold? We did it once."

"And we should do it again."

"Why?"

"Why? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

He watched the memory flash across her face, letting her go that she did.

Yes, she did... he caught her twice, what's to complain about?

"That is not the problem." Anyway, she objected.

"I think it's very important during sex." He argued back.

"I can't stand you."

"But it didn't stop me."

Rosabella fell silent after that, obviously processing what had just been said between them.

He can see that she wants to. But her pride kept her in check, preventing her from doing what her body craved.

That is exactly what he also aspires to.

"So you won't drive out of town if I say yes?" She asked after a few seconds of silence.

Charles couldn't help but laugh. "Are you asking me if I continue to sleep with other people?"

Annoyed at being called out, she rolled her eyes. "Of course."

He licks his lips, sensing the change in his pants prompts her to give in.

"No, I won't. And although I don't necessarily stand a chance, I expect the same from you." He immediately stated his condition.