She took their job as a nurse, took care of Fanny, and was even polite enough to play nice. And now that Rosabella is getting along with the girl who happens to be having a physical relationship with Fanny's man, is she getting the heat?

On the surface, Fanny changed her mind about leaving the mafia house as soon as Mr. Aiden is taken care of.


Fanny didn't say it exactly, but Rosabella wasn't stupid or blind. Telling her that she and Michel have finally talked about their feelings and watching them closely around the house, it becomes increasingly clear that Rosabella will have to leave alone when the time comes.

Besides, Fanny herself spent more time talking to Andy than she did. What do all of these mean?

It's not like they're not best friends anymore, but Rosabella is old enough and mature enough to realize when things have changed. And they definitely changed because of her and Fanny.


Rosabella is simply more attuned to Kaylin while Fanny is more comfortable with the newly engaged Black Roses member.

"Maybe you should spend more time with her, Fanny. She's not a bad person and she and Michel never had anything serious..."


Fanny shook her head before Rosabella had a chance to finish her sentence.

Once again, Rosabella suppressed her unpleasant feelings. She's not in the mood to argue, nor does she want to take responsibility for ruining the improvements her friends are making.

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Using the computer on his phone, Charles was working on several accounts when the door suddenly opened and Rosabella walked in.

He looked up in surprise from the books in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He panted.

He has been in one of the living rooms on the ground floor with a desk, just secluded enough for some quiet time, but close enough for someone to come find him in case of need.

However, Charles also knows that no one other than Carlos, Vengo, Andy, or Michel has ever entered these rooms, which explains why he was surprised to see Rosabella walk in without a reservation, closing the door behind her to immediately lock.

She didn't say anything so let him watch her in absolute silence, she leaned her back against the door and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, making Charles instantly feel excited.

Oh my god, did she find him just to do this? In the middle of the day somewhere other than her bedroom?

Rosabella playfully dropped her arms to her sides, exposing her top, revealing a pale purple bra that adorned her beautiful cleavage with lace trim.

Standing up from his chair, Charles walked over to her and grabbed her chin, pulling her face up so she could look at him.

His thumb brushed over her bottom lip as he whispered, his next words to her.

"Are you coming to play?"

These words made her heart skip a beat. Rosabella exhaled trembling as he leaned down and kissed her, softly and sweetly, over and over.

He stepped back after a moment, still holding her in place. Well, she's not ready for the end moment.

Instinctively, her hand moved to his head, her fingers brushing his hair, as she forced him right back to her.

Charles chuckled, not fighting, and kissed her deeper. Soft and sweet turned hard and frantic, the once feather-light kisses were now brutal on her lips.

However, she is not sure which way she prefers. The gentle way to make her heart flutter. Although, the rougher one set her chest on fire.

Needing air, Rosabella pulled away for just a second to take a deep breath, her eyes widening. She looked up at him, seeing a smile touch his lips as his voice deepened.

"Someone could come looking for us at any time..."

"Really?"

"Just check if you're okay with that."

"Depends."

"Based on what?"

"If you're going to make it worth it."

Charles's face leaned down to hers, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

"So what if I make you come? Right here... hard work..."

A chill tore down her spine, sending shivers through her as he pounced, forcing her back against the door, his body enveloping hers.

His kisses stole the air from her lungs as his hardness pressed against hers. His hands were rough as he pulled at her clothes, starting with the open shirt he immediately threw away.

Charles often tears them up, so Rosabella considers herself lucky if he leaves the outfit intact. He stripped her clothes, tossed them around, and pulled his clothes just as hastily.

Grabbing her waist, he pulled her towards the desk, laying her on her back on top of the files, not giving her any time to adjust as he settled between her thighs and push in.

The thrust was so strong, so deep, it hurt her stomach, it felt like being stabbed. Rosabella gasped, stroking his back, her nails digging into his skin.

He stopped when she cried, but only stood still for a few seconds before pushing back.

And one more time.

And one more time.

It didn't hurt as much as the first, but it wasn't gentle either, at least. His body was heavy, his hands clenched and his hands rough as he caressed her flesh.

Charles was strangling her, covering her, and Rosabella felt nothing, saw nothing, and breathed nothing but him, existing only for the moment as he buried his body in her.

She didn't even realize that the books under her were starting to slip off the table, papers were strewn across the floor.

Charles didn't even care, as he continued like a wrecked ball, slamming her as he made her come almost instantly.

But Rosabella didn't want this. No, she didn't show up to let it be over within minutes.

So as soon as she arrives, she grabs his shoulder, causing him to stop pushing as he looks at her questioningly.

"I want you to kiss me..." The words were tense as they escaped from her lips.

About to cover her mouth, she stopped him again and shook her head, still breathing heavily.

'No, not here…" She pressed down on his shoulder and made him slide away from her, spreading her legs even further.