Shaking his head, he stepped back, prompting Charles to take a step forward in response.

"Carlos, please. Let's talk about..."


"There's nothing to talk about. You should deal with this yourself with Michel."

Giving him one more look, Carlos gave him one last look of disapproval before walking away, leaving Charles stunned.

"Oh my god, he found out. Right?" Rosabella stepped out of the adjoining bathroom as soon as he returned to the room.


Charles is glad that at least he didn't let Carlos in since most of Rosabella's clothes were still on the floor, she had just taken his shirt to cover her body before locking her in the bathroom.

If Carlos had seen the clothes, he might have discovered they were the same clothes Rosabella had worn to dinner earlier that day.


And Charles would rather let Carlos believe he brought up a random girl than put Rosabella in a position to face the judgment of everyone, including Fanny.

Not to mention that he is not allowed to have any arrangement like that as he is supposed to be allied with a girl to connect the family.

There is always an understanding that anything done in the form of blowouts such as hookups and other fun, is only done outside the villa, and outside the villa alone.

No outsiders are allowed into the privacy of their homes for security reasons.

"He doesn't know it's you. But yes, he knows I have a girl here." Charles ran his hand through his hair as he sat down on the couch.

Sitting down at the tea table in front of her, Rosabella looked at him. "How now?"

"He'll tell Michel."

"What?"

Charles let out a weary breath. "It's okay, Rosabella."

"How can it be? He already hates me. And once he knows, Fanny will know too." She complained.

"Michel knew about us and didn't tell her. So that's not going to happen."

Lips parted in shock, and Rosabella looked at him incredulously. She knew exactly what Charles meant by that statement.

He told Michel.

"He's my boss, Rosabella." He responded to the daggers she was shooting at him.

"Is that so? We've got a deal, Charles." She rolled her eyes.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he dropped his head on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"Anyway, he knew." He explained, telling her that Michel had doubts about the last name which Kaylin later confirmed.

Lifting his head from the backrest, he shot Rosabella a reasonable glance, one eyebrow raised.

"And I assume it was you who told Kaylin."

Biting her lip guiltily, Rosabella shrugged. "She already knew."

Charles let out a dry laugh. "Call it even then."

Falling into silence, Charles refrained from getting up and poured himself a glass of wine. He never made a habit of it in the first place, but with the growing tension, he found he craved something to calm his nerves.

"Perhaps we should..."

"So what?" Charles interrupted her, staring at her.

He knows what she wants to say. She is contemplating whether it would be wise for them to continue what they are doing when there seems to be so much chaos going on at the moment.

But actually, that's the last thing he wants to do, and corrects her with a stern look, he hopes that he can dissuade her from fulfilling that thought.

"Uhm, lie down for a moment." Anyway, she said.

Are not.

He wouldn't entertain that idea one bit.

"You want to lie down?" His voice suddenly took on a completely different tone, instantly turning the whole mood back to the way it was before Carlos came knocking on his door.

Rosabella took a deep breath when she noticed the hot gaze he gave her, letting his eyes sweep down her, making her feel like she was wearing less than a shirt. merely his and his little panties.

"Then continue, lie down..."

"Charles,"

"Kneel to be exact. Keep going, princess..."

He reached out and traced her bottom lip with his thumb.

Heart pounding, Rosabella slipped out of his hand and knelt on the floor instead.

She couldn't believe she was doing this, but at the same time, she couldn't resist the thrill she got from the action.

Charles' expression turned tense as he stared at her, looking at her as she slowly removed his pants and rubbed him across his boxer.

She only does it for a short while before she slips her hand into the front opening and takes him out, wrapping her hand around the stiff shaft.

Rosabella stroked him a few times, watching him, before ducking her head into his lap. She stuck out her tongue, tasting the tip of his tongue.

An unnatural groan vibrated his chest as his fingers found their way into her hair, watching her as she brought him to her mouth.

She can't take all of him, can barely manage half of him.

Rosabella has never tried to please a man like Charles, never even tried this job with anyone before him, so she just does what feels right for her and hopes for the best.

However, she didn't last long before he stopped her.

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her onto his lap.

"Rosabella..." He whispered against her lips before plunging into a strong kiss.

---

"You told me you wouldn't tell anyone." Rosabella glared at Kaylin as the girl fell onto the bed next to her.

"No. I believe my exact words were that I wouldn't broadcast your business. And I didn't. I just told Michel because he's my boss and a jerk. Otherwise, he'll have my head if he finds out."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Rosabella felt like she couldn't argue with that. "So how now?"

Kaylin shrugged. "From what you just told me, Carlos will tell Michel that Charles has an outsider in the room."

Rosabella groaned loudly as she slid out of bed and got up, walking around the room. "It's become too complicated.

Shrugging again, Kaylin didn't seem to share that opinion. "You're making it complicated." She said as she checked her fingernails.