Handing her the deluxe glass, Rosabella took it and set it down without wasting time.

She could feel the other girl's eyes on her, curiously scanning down but making no comment.


And for that, Rosabella is grateful.

---

For the next two days, sleep did not want to come to her.


No matter what she tries to do - tea, wine, waking up early, and exercising - at the end of the day when she has her head down, she just can't relax.

Rosabella wondered if the lack of sex had anything to do with it, but as soon as the theory popped into her head, she refused to admit it and refuted it.


The next night, as the digital clock struck 4 a.m., she heard a careful knock on the door.

Standing up, she knew that no one else would show up so late to find her.

Sure enough, when she opened the door, Charles stood in front of her in his usual dark suit and neutral face.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, reverent in the other's presence before he let out a small breath and licked his lips.

"Let's go."

Without thinking, Rosabella followed him wordlessly, quickly grabbing a light jacket to slip over her black leggings and cardigan, without bothering to change her clothes.

They quickly snuck out of the mansion and into a car as if the both of them couldn't wait to finally be alone.

Thirty minutes into the ride, Charles took the next exit, surprising Rosabella when she turned to look at him, speaking to him for the first time in over a week.

"Are we going into X city?"

"Uhh."

"Why?"

Looking over at her while keeping his hands on the wheel, his expression was no longer a mask of neutrality but a genuine one.

"Because I don't want to risk Carlos at the mansion, but I'm also too out of control to stay away from you. I can't wait, okay?"

Rosabella did not reply to this. But in her silence, she knew exactly that he understood that she completely agreed with him.

---

As soon as they entered the room they had booked, Charles stopped in front of her, grabbed her chin, and looked up at him.

He leaned down to kiss her, lips soft and sweet. All it takes is a simple touch from this man to make her melt.

His presence always makes the bad seem not so bad, the good just so much better, and the world around her interesting and thrilling.

Charles made her feel special and safe, like the universe might collapse but he would keep the ground safe under her feet.

With trembling hands, Rosabella reached out and began to unbutton her shirt. He let her, never breaking the kiss, his hands cupping her head.

Pulled away when necessary, he let his clothes fall to the floor, leaving him naked in front of her.

They didn't turn on the lights in the hotel room, but the light filtered through the thick curtains in front of the window, enough for her to make out every line of his body.

Rosabella wanted to trace every line, stroke every crevice, taste his skin with her tongue, and show him how much he stimulated her.

He sat down on the bed and reached for her again, but she slipped out of his arms and knelt on the floor instead.

She could see him clearly swallowing hard as she wrapped a hand around his hard shaft and stroked it a few times, watching him from under her lashes. Slowly she lowered her head and brought it to her mouth.

However, after just a few licks, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into bed with him.

"Enough, Rosabella..." He whispered against her lips.

"Isn't it good?" She asked worriedly.

"That's great..." He said softly.

"But I can't wait… I can't."

And with that, he took over, undressing her as he pulled her deeper into bed with him.

He lay on his back, letting her climb on top and sink into him, holding him inside her a chill ran down her spine as she heard him let out a long groan.

The sound is too primitive. It's unstoppable. Rosabella rode him, brooding over him, arching her back, and taking him as far as she could.

His hands rest on her hips, but he doesn't guide her, allowing her to work.

Placing her hand on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat against her palm, making her heart beat a little faster in response.

And she looked at him. Watch his face and then how his abs tighten while he closes his eyes, seeming to culminate.

Then he came, filling her up as he groaned again, louder this time, gripping her hips tighter.

When he relaxed, she stopped moving, causing him to open his eyes to look at her. Rosabella gave a hesitant smile, but he didn't respond, shoving it out of her face as he pulled her away from him, onto the bed only to then sit on top of her.

Screaming, she felt caught off guard, as he nuzzled her neck, biting her skin.

"You still need to come, Rosabella. And to me, you always will, is that understood?"

Charles pushed inside her, the deep thrust making her gasp. He was harder then, even harder than before he came.

And he didn't stop. Until her body was tired until both of them were drenched in sweat from head to toe and completely exhausted.

Then Rosabella lay in his arms, her head resting on his chest.

Both fell silent as they tried to regain their breath, steady heart rates returning to a steady, normal rhythm.

---

Charles was still in the bathroom when Rosabella had just gotten dressed, her hair still wet as she sat on the edge of the bed and put her earrings back on.

Her chest felt heavy at the prospect of having to return to the mansion, knowing that things were only different between her and Charles whenever they left it.