Her eyes were closed, the feeling made her toes curl as she bit down on her lower lip, forcing a giggle.

He is drawing something, or writing something on her.


What, she doesn't know. She tries to follow the pattern, understanding his movements, as he coats her skin with goosebumps.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, not surprised at all that he didn't answer her question right away.

Instead, he continued to pattern for a few more minutes, almost lulling her to sleep, before leaning down and pressing a light kiss between her shoulder blades.


Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her to lie on his side, her back pressed against his warm chest.

"We need to go..." He said softly.


Rosabella giggled. "That's what you wrote on my back?" She smiled to herself as he took her hand, linking their fingers together.

"Uhh."

She giggled again.

"You're an idiot, Charles."

Charles bent his head and kissed her, his hand around her cheek squeezing with fierce force.

The same heat that Rosabella felt every time he approached hit her pelvis. His scent obscured her thoughts as her legs began to tremble.

At first, he gently stroked her with his tongue, but in the blink of an eye, he adjusted the angle of her chin and turned to see more.

He became greedy and she sensed it. His teeth bit hers. Rosabella felt a connection like a live wire radiating from her breasts to the heat between her thighs.

As if he craved control, he lifted her arms a few inches, stretching his body, his head dropping to the side of her neck.

A tingling sensation ran down her spine as she felt an addictive heat wave envelop her.

He kissed a trail on her neck and on her chin until he found her lips again.

She started kissing him back. At her answer, he raised his head and her eyes widened.

Through classes of aphrodisiacs, she understands that he is manipulating her body to prove some kind of diabolical point.

They had just had a fun argument a minute ago and instead of continuing to fight, Charles just cut their back and forth, pushed her down on the bed, and started undressing her.

She moved her lips. "Do you like it? Having me under your control?"

His eyes flashed. "No, you don't, Rosabella. I love it."

With a hasty movement, he took her wrists in his hands and pushed them against the mattress on each side of her head, a show of dominating power that had nothing to do with contention between them and everything related to sex.

He was about to use one knee to separate her legs when he suddenly heard an urgent knock on his door.

"Charles, open the door."

It was Carlos's voice.

With his eyes wide open, Charles looked down at Rosabella and saw the panic he felt reflected in her features.

She was naked except for her panties, her clothes strewn all over his room.

She pushed him away, both of them hearing more banging on the door.

"Charles, open the door."

Charles quickly got out of bed, shirtless, and headed for the door. He needs to somehow get rid of Carlos, hoping that Carlos won't suspect anything.

"Hide." He hissed at Rosabella, watching her as she grabbed his shirt to cover her body before he finally turned the key inside the lock and opened the door.

On the other side of it is his mafia brother, looking nasty as hell.

"Hi, Carlos." Charles's voice cracked a little, immediately clearing his throat so he could hear it.

Frowning, Carlos stood with his hands on his hips as he scanned Charles from top to bottom.

Instead of inviting him into the room, the second-in-command was holding the door as if he were trying to block the entrance, clearly not wanting Carlos to enter.

He's also topless, if Carlos's guess is right, he's a little sweaty.

"Since when did you lock the door?" Carlos looked at Charles with an odd expression.

Charles cleared his throat again. "Just wanted to get some sleep."

"At nine o'clock."

"There's an early day."

Carlos looked at him suspiciously. "Can I come in?"

He hesitated.

"I want you..."

Charles was caught off guard when Carlos suddenly tried to enter, wanting to force himself into Charles's room.

With all Charles's strength, he pushes his mafia brother out, struggles a lot because Carlos has a few inches on him, and also spends more time in the gym as a way to deal with what happened to Gwen and Davies's house.

"What?"

"Let me in."

"Are not."

Carlos pushed Charles, who was leaning firmly against the door he had been trying to pull behind him, the two of whom were now standing in the hallway.

Panting from the little struggle they had just had, the two stared at each other.

"Why? Why can't I come in?"

"Because you can't, Carlos. I..."

Charles stopped talking when he noticed the surprised look on Carlos' face, the truth was suddenly revealed to him.

"Oh my god! Charles. You have a girl in there."

"Silence. Can you speak softly?"

There's no denying it made Carlos' eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

"I can't believe it, Charles. Are you out of your mind? You can make love to any girl you want, but what got into you? How can you get her into the mansion? Are you..."

"Carlos," Charles called out to him, hoping to finally cut off his words.

Of course, he still didn't know how to defend himself. He knew that Carlos was right, but if he told Carlos that he wasn't exactly breaking any rules by bringing in an outsider, it would make matters worse.

He couldn't just tell Carlos that it was the Rosabella he was sleeping with.

Carlos glared at him, nostrils flaring as Carlos suppressed the urge to bare his teeth.

"Our second in command. Who do you think you are?"

"Listen, I know it's not ideal, but..."

"Not ideal? Are you kidding Charles? You know, I'm not going to deal with this trash." Carlos raised his palm as if wanting to give up the situation entirely.