Rosy’s arms were outstretched, almost as if she were calling out for me. Even though she was sleeping soundlessly, I could hear her cute, small voice in my head.
The way she’d say my name. Her soft moans. Her cries.
I sat back up again. I was too angsty. Nothing felt right, no matter what I did. I would always feel this drowning feeling of guilt.
I was wrong. Why did I have to make that goddamn deal with her father?
Why didn’t I just let them go? Forget about Rosy and her asshole father.
I had to stop being such a pussy.
I did need a good fuck from a virgin. It had been way too long.
My thoughts were racing a mile per minute. Getting up from the bed, I sighed and went back into my office.
I couldn’t stay away from Rosy even if I tried. .
How could she be so precious? And so perfect?
I felt like such a fraud. Sighing heavily, I quietly stood up and looked at the clock.
It was quarter to five. Almost time to go.
My driver would be here in another fifteen minutes. My palms had started to sweat and I grunted irritably, wiping them on my thighs.
I felt so goddamn guilty.
With an anxious pang in my heart, I got up and went back to the bedroom for a second time. I just needed to watch her.
I knelt beside the bed and watched her perky tits rise and fall with each breath she took. Her pink lips were slightly parted, and her luscious curls fell over the side of her face.
I lifted my hand to brush them off her features, desperate to see all of her pretty face. A smile fell on my face as she moaned softly, sensing my touch.
“Rosy,” I whispered too low for her to hear. I leaned in and kissed her pouty lips, savoring the taste and sensation of her soft mouth against mine.
Running my hand gently down her chest, I leaned in again and kissed her breasts softly, lingering around her erect nipples. I could see goosebumps forming on her skin. Even in sleep, she warmed to my touch. She was addicted to me, and she craved me just as much as I craved her.
I took the covers and started to pull them over her, but stopped when she stirred.
She stretched her arms and legs out. As her legs spread, I caught a glimpse of her pink pussy. My cock felt hard in my pants as I stared hungrily at her perfect cunt.
I dropped the covers at her knees and leaned down and placed a kiss on her cunt. She smelled like flowers and I was hungry for a one last taste of her tight pussy.
Lights washed through the cabin windows and my heart dropped when I realized it was Gabriel, my driver.
I had to leave.
Exhaling deeply, I kissed her cunt one last time and hurried out of the room with her sensual taste still on my lips. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out the front door without looking back.
Gabriel was already standing outside the car with a cigarette in his hand. His black suit and hat looked freshly ironed.
He noticed me coming and threw out his cigarette.
“Gabriel,” I said gruffly with a nod.
“Mr. Steele,” Gabriel replied with a tipping of his hat.
He took my suitcase from me and threw it in the trunk, then hurried to open my door.
I got in, never taking my eyes off the cabin. As Gabriel shut the door, then hopped in the front door, I hoped for a brief moment that Rosy would wake up and come running out.
I wanted to her stop me. But that was never going to happen.
“To the airport, Mr. Steele?” Gabriel asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
Gabriel started backing out of the long cabin driveway, taking me away from my precious Rosy.
It had to this way though. I couldn’t hurt her. I couldn’t make her damaged goods.
“Gabriel,” I said suddenly.
“Yes, Mr .Steele?”
“Do you have those things I asked for?”
“Yes. All ready and set to go.”
I sat back with relief. At least she’d be safe. Maybe even happy. I looked out the window and watched the trees as we drove further out of the woods.
I’d miss the warmth and seclusion of the cabin. I’d miss the little world that existed only between Rosy and I.
I’d miss everything about her.
But I had to move on and forget about her. There’s tons of other pussy. She was going to just have to get over me, and forget about me.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, with Rosy’s curvy body etched in my memory.
Chapter 16
Rosy
I woke up with the sunlight streaming through the open window.
Surprisingly, I felt awake and content. I knew it was early in the morning because the sunlight was dim and my lids were still heavy with sleep.
Yawning, I rolled over in bed lazily, and patted the side of the bed, expecting to feel Steele’s rock hard abs.
To my surprise, my hand touched the cool cotton sheet instead. My eyelids shot open and I gasped softly when I realized Steele wasn’t in bed with me.
I sat up abruptly. The room was quiet. I kicked my legs over the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom and peaked my head inside.
“Steele?”
Silence. It was so weird.
My heart started to race. I walked quickly to the living room. It was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat thundering over my footsteps.
“Steele?” I called out once more.
More silence. My palms started to sweat profusely.
I plopped down on the couch as frustration mingled with sadness began to take over.
Where was he?
“Don’t panic,” I told myself. “I’m sure he wouldn’t have just left me here, all by myself.” But as I swallowed hard, the anxiety began to build until I was nervous and shaking.
I was just about to call Steele when I heard a loud beep in the driveway.
My heart slammed against my ribs and I gasped.
Cautiously, I stood up and tiptoed to look out the window.
in the driveway, I saw a black sedan with tinted windows parked right by the side of the cabin. An older man in a black suit leaned against the door, smoking a cigarette.
I swallowed hard and cracked the front door open, which caught his attention.
He looked up quickly, throwing the cigarette on the ground and grinding it out with the tip of his shiny black shoes.
“Rosy Butler?” He asked in a thick Italian accent.
I stepped outside and nodded nervously.
“Yes? Who are you?”
“Gabriel, ma’am. I’m here to escort you back to your residence.”
My heart sank into my stomach.
“Did Steele hire you?” My throat felt dry.
Gabriel tipped his hat and walked smoothly over to me, handing me a white, gloved hand to shake.
“Yes, ma’am. I am to take you to your residence at exactly twelve-thirty.,” he informed me as he shook my hand.
I nodded and sighed heavily.
“Well, I have to pack-”
“Oh, Mr. Steele has already gathered your things in fresh luggage.”
My mouth dropped open. He bought me new luggage? I hadn’t even heard him leave, let alone pack all my things.
I rushed the black sedan and ran to the trunk.
“Open it please,” I asked breathlessly.
Gabriel nodded and swiftly popped the trunk open.
There was a trunk full of Prada luggage with my name engraved in gold.
Tears pricked my eyes as I slowly shut the trunk.
“Ms. Rosy, is there something wrong?” Gabriel asked.
I wiped my eyes quickly and shook my head.
“No. I’ll grab my shoes so we can be on our way.”
I hurried back into the cabin and rushed to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me and sank to the floor, tears flooding down my cheeks.
He was counting the days down to go back to his life. I really had been just a transaction to me. I wo
ndered if he gave engraved luggage to all of his virginal conquests.
I sobbed quietly into my hands, too hurt to even move.
The last moments I’d shared with Steele had been amazing and a part of me was hoping and praying that he’d felt the same way, that he’d way to stay with me.
But I’d been an idiot to hope for such things.
I exhaled deeply, trying to gather myself.
It wasn’t rocket science. He’d made a deal with my father and that was that.
I shouldn’t have expected anything, but the sex and emotions had gotten all too tangled in my head.
My heart had a least expected a goodbye, but his distance made it clear there would be no farewell.
Why had I ever thought differently?
I pulled myself off the floor and dragged myself to the bathroom. Splashing some water on my face, I attempted to pull myself out of my heartbroken haze.
I stared at my broken, tired reflection in the mirror and sighed again.
This was really the end.
Snapping back to reality, I knew I had to get back to the car.
My shoes were sitting right by the bed, untouched by Steele. I shuffled into them and staggered out of the cabin.
As I closed the cabin door behind me, I took one last look inside at the gorgeous oak walls and tiny kitchen I had grown to love. I’d prepared so many delicious meals there, each with the hope of making Steele fall in love with me.
And I’d failed, every single time.
The bedroom where Steele had deflowered me, and the small pond where he had awakened me sexually.
With a hard sigh, I pulled the knob until it clicked. The door closed and locked immediately.
I turned around and walked towards the black sedan. Gabriel stood with a fake smile plastered on his wrinkled face, and opened the door for me.
“Thank you,” I said softly as I climbed inside.
“Of course,” Gabriel piped. He shut the door, then sat in the driver's seat and I felt the car begin to move.
The car reversed out of the long driveway, and I stuck my face in the window, watching the huge trees and beautiful shadows of the woods slowly move further and further away.
A single tear slid down my cheek as I said my last goodbye to the cabin.
I wasn’t looking forward to returning to the “care” of my father.
I’d come to realize that while I loved my father, it wasn’t enough to keep me at home under his abusive thumb any longer.
His temper was uncontrollable, and the way he spent money was so unpredictable and unhealthy. And since he’d already made one deal involving his daughter’s pussy, I wasn’t sure I trusted him not to make another.
I promised myself I wouldn’t hate my father for the transaction, but maybe if he hadn’t be so low and dirty, I wouldn’t be heartbroken.
I couldn’t blame Steele though.
He meant everything to me. My father had once meant everything to me as well, but that part of my life was over now.
I wanted my own life. And I wanted it to be different from the life I’d lived before Steele.
Being with Steele had sparked that desire within me, along with many other things.
I sat back in the car and tried to relax. The ride was rather long, longer than what I remembered it to be.
My eyes felt tired and heavy and I dozed for a bit. When I felt the car stop, I expected to open my eyes to the rundown neighborhood where I’d once lived, but to my surprise, we were parked outside a luxurious apartment building.
“Do you have to make a stop or something?” I asked with hesitation.
Gabriel turned the car off and reached into the glove department to pull out a yellow envelope.
Turning around he handed it to me.
“No, Ms. Rosy. This is your new residence that Mr. Steele has purchased for you.”
My mouth fell open.
“I’m sorry, what?!”
Gabriel chuckled softly.
“In that envelope are your keys and a pass to the apartment’s pool. There’s also a couple of numbers on the envelope for people who can assist you with whatever you need, including myself.”
I had no words. I looked up with Gabriel in confusion.
“I don’t understand...I thought I was returning to my father’s home.”
Gabriel shrugged.
“Consider it one last gift from Mr. Steele.”
I smiled and nodded as I held the envelope in my shaking hands.
My own apartment? I could barely believe it!
I was excited and anxious, but I still felt bittersweet. Did this mean that Steele would come to visit me?
Gabriel got out of the car to open my door, then hurried to the trunk to take out my luggage.
With the envelope held close to my chest, I exhaled sharply and walked to the apartment doors. They were large and green with a fresh coat of paint. It was like a sign, like a new beginning that I was finally going to experience.
I took the key out of the envelope and swiped open the door to a beautifully decorated lobby.
A receptionist looked up and smiled immediately.
“Hello! Welcome to City Blue Apartments, You must be Ms. Rosy.”
I nodded shyly and walked over to the desk.
“Yes. I have...a room here…” I said with hesitation.
“Yes, ma’am. If you could just fill out these papers right here, we’ll be on our way to your apartment.”
She handed over two papers and a pen. I smiled quickly and glanced down at the paperwork, skimming it quickly before signing.
I noticed she had perfectly manicured nails and a nice, slim body. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her silk blouse didn’t have a single wrinkle.
Jealousy seeped through me. I bet she was the type of woman Steele wanted.
Pretty and perfect with neat clothes and a firm ass.
“Do you know when the apartment was purchased?” I asked suddenly. Maybe Steele had purchased it when we were staying in the cabin.
It would certainly explain why he spent so many hours locked inside his office.
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