Rose's POV ( Just doing my job)

I was sitting there in my underwear, waiting for his first move.

I twisted my legs close then opened them back again.

I rubbed my back up and down on his satin bedcover.

All the gain his attention.

But nothing seemed to work. He looked absent minded.

He was never like that.

Not in the nights we spent together.

He was an absolute animal, ravaging throw me. Taking my senses up to the heaven. He would keep be screaming his name, begging for more. He would keep pumping in and out all night and would not settle for a no. He was beast in the true sense when it came to s*x.

But tonight, he looked different.

I saw him drink up bottoms up. A dozen glasses if I were to correctly count.

He wasn't even looking at me properly.

Was he already bored pretending to be my fake boyfriend?

Perhaps. Ryan had always been moody. We all knew that.

So I stood up. A work was a work and I needed to finish what i had come for.

I kneeled on the floor and crawled to him on all fours. He looked at he a