Oh my God.Stop staring.Immediately.
"Stop fiddling him with your eyes."Shit! What can I do, though, since she caught me again watching her brother? He is extremely attractive—tall, with wide shoulders. His twitching muscles make the hearts of all women bleed. His long, dark brown hair is tied behind his head, yet I can still feel how smooth and silky it must be. I want to reach out and touch him with every fiber of my being.
No. Not now. Never.
He made a sudden turn, as if he sensed I was observing him. His eyes were a dark green that sparkled in the sunlight. He appeared to be scanning every window, searching for something. But then he turned back and resumed his work—as if still ignoring me. Once more, disappointment filled my eyes... or maybe my heart. He disregarded me again.
He lied.He cheated.
"No, I'm simply coming to enjoy the flowers and some fresh air.""Oh no, nothing is wrong with enjoying a handsome bee's company while viewing flowers."
His parents couldn't be further apart—one side is as soft as a cloud, while the other is as hard as a rock.
"Well, look around; it's not just you consuming him." Jessie shook her head. Two girls, dressed more casually, were watching him walk toward the main gate.
I despise girls because they constantly approach him. Yet I am the one who knows him best. Nobody can keep Ronald away from me—he always wants to be with me. Though we may be at various degrees, love has no bounds.
Love sees the hearts and souls of people—souls that are constantly willing to bleed.
"Shit! Your heart is audible to you. Tell him, you know...""Tell him what he is and who he is."
My heart stopped beating for a brief moment. He was right here—behind us. When did he enter the space? Why am I ogling so much?
Don't worry."I'll let you know that she loves you."
Her comment caused my heart to beat faster.Oh no.No.No.
"Jessie, can you..." Jessie offered me a quick wink before he finished his sentence and walked away. Now, it was just Ronald and me.
I was frozen in place as his approaching footsteps grew nearer. My hands trembled, and I was drenched in cold sweat. The heat of his body touched my back.
"My little Rosee Posee, turn around."Shit! He started calling me "Rosee Posee" when I was six and he was ten.
He always complimented my bodyguard in front of everyone, but when we were alone, he distracted me with his peculiar antics. He made me cry by yanking my hair. But when I began to cry, he gave me chocolate and candy—because he hated my tears.
He sent me a bouquet of flowers when I got my first period, and he made me happy. He has always come first for me. I had never kissed anyone before. When he kissed me on my birthday, it made me shudder—then he stopped.
We were never on the same page. I discovered him dating other women in the years that followed. He obviously had sex, but I don't care about that anymore. I lost him years ago, and now they're just memories.
"Just inviting you to my birthday celebration," I said. I extended the invitation to him without turning around.
"You're eighteen."
"Like you would forget." I managed to create a bit of distance with a gentle nudge.
He served as a warning to me—as we came to an end.
"Rose...""No, please. Don't destroy it for me; it's a wonderful day. Bring and take."
He pulled me against him, and I lost all sense of time and space. His body was damp with sweat, and I could smell his strong, floral scent. I wanted to reach out and touch his bare chest.
"Tell me we are similar. It's merely a misunderstanding, and you already know that I'm yours forever, Rosee Posee."How blatantly did he lie? There was no confusion here. He misled me. He deceived me.
"Just a misunderstanding? She was with you—I saw."
"I noticed you with him, too," he said as I giggled nervously at his chest, his words brushing my trembling lips.
"I thi—"
"What the hell just happened? Christ, Ronald..."We both jumped at the sound of the voice—it was Ronald's mother.
I felt a push from Ronald.
Oh, right—how could I forget that he is her mother's puppet?
"I warned you to avoid the rich bitch. When she throws herself at someone, she's always hoping for a chance. And when she needs to be satisfied, you're simply trash." She spoke while staring at me coldly. How unkind is she to me?
"Mom, it's not—"
"It's time for you to stop chasing after my poor boy, Miss Rose. I believe your mother is calling for you."
Ronald should have said something by now, but he hadn't. He never stands up for either of us. Ronald is only her son.
I wrenched my arm free from his grip and created some distance between us.
He is never aware of the harm his mother is doing to him.