Roselia was unable to sleep, her mind was completely occupied by Mr. Caleb.
The reason why she didn't send a message to Mr. Man in the black jacket days ago was because she made a bet with herself and that bet was if she was to see Mr. Caleb again, She would think of it as the word giving her its blessing and granting her what she wished for the most.
She told herself that if their paths crossed again without actively seeking him out, she would never let him go so easily again. So now that it happened and the fact that it happened in just a matter of days from when she last saw him.
Roselia’s determination skyrocketed more than ever, she was going to do this there was no more turning back. She was excited to call Amelia but she had to wait for the man's message first to know when they would meet again, so she could prepare for it.
Last she checked, there was not a single ding from our phone to indicate that she had received the message, so she started typing on her phone intending to send a message.
But it was more difficult than she thought, she didn't know how to even start the conversation. She had never done anything like this before, boys were usually the ones who always called or texted her first.
Should she call him? what should she say? Roselia spent an hour just rolling on her bed.
Holding her phone, glancing at it now and then, trying to make a decision. She now realized that even such a little thing like this wasn't easy at all.
Now that she thought about it. Did those boys who messaged her act like this as well? Roselia shook her head and looked for one of the first messages from those boys. Her eyes narrowed when she found one.
From what she saw, she finally realized that almost all of them started with a simple ‘’hi.’
Unfortunately, she couldn't send it. Would he even reply if she just sent this singular word? But what else would she say aside from this? Confusion struck Roselia as she pondered on what or what not she should send.
Should she ask if he was already sleeping?
That's such a silly thing to ask. Roselia sighed in frustration, she knew she was overthinking this whole damned thing. Well even knowing that didn't help her at all.
It appears that talking to him in person was a hundred times better than trying to send him a message on the phone. She couldn't tell if she was more scared of the reply she might get or the person she was sending the message to.
At the end of this endless confusion and indecisiveness, she simply sent a good night emoji–a yellow emoji face yawning, with its eyes closed.
When she opened her eyes the next morning the first thing she did was immediately look for her phone, took a deep breath and when she saw that she received a message from him, her heart raised in nervousness
God abi! Why are you getting nervous early in the morning
[Mr. Caleb: I'll send a car to pick you up on Saturday evening, send me a message or give me a call beforehand if you change your mind]
Roselia’s shoulder dropped as she sighed deeply in relief.
It seemed like he was planning to give her enough time and reason to change her mind.
Too bad Mr. Caleb
She was so confident that she didn't even consider changing her mind.
Too bad Mr. Caleb, but this lady here has decided and I'm not changing my mind anymore…
Days went by and at last, Saturday finally arrived.
Roselia had told them back in the orphanage that she would be sleeping over at Amelia's house.
Over the years, The orphanage had become her family and she was as well accepted as their daughter.
The owner of the orphanage, Mr. Peters, inspired by his childlessness, opened the orphanage solely to cater to children with no parents.
He and his wife treated all of them with equal love. Roselia, accepted them as her parent, as she didn't get adopted. Mr. Peters didn't see it as an issue and accepted her as a gift, brought to them by the universe.
Rose's family knew Amelia very well, cause she wasn't new in the orphanage as she had been in the orphanage for only a few years before getting adopted.
Besides, she had been to the orphanage several times for sleepovers in the past, so they had plenty of time to get to know her well. They always knew that she was adopted by a wealthy family and that she was Rose’s good friend.
But her family was still constantly worried about her, so to make them relax Rose called Amelia over to speak with them.
After some stern reminders about alcohol and drugs and boys, they finally let them go.
“Your family is… how should I put this?” Amelia sighed heavily as she drove her car towards the city.
“I like your family. I'm jealous that you have such a caring family, Rose, but they're so overprotective of you. You're already twenty-two! For God's sake. I just think that it is about time for them to stop treating you like a baby that needs to be breastfed, you're not a baby anymore. I understand that they can get worried sometimes, but I just think that they shouldn't be that strict towards you anymore.” Amelia's brows narrowed as she said those words.
It's no new thing that Rose's family were just showing their care for her, but she sometimes felt that they honestly didn't give Rose the freedom to do what she wanted and see the world for what it was.
Although, she was also sure that part of it was Rose's fault, too. She was too good and obedient. She was always home at the exact time she told them she would be, she never went out with boys, and she never lied to them. Amelia even wondered if Rose had anything she desired at all, because all this time, she lived her life like a perfect person who did not seem to want anything for herself.
Perhaps she has desired, but it wasn't Rose's personality to voice those desires out. It seemed like she was content as long as she could make her family proud of her. She was the definition of a perfect daughter.
This was why Amelia was very surprised to find out what Rose had planned on doing that day. She was a little hesitant to help her because she hadn't seen this Mr. Caleb guy, but Amelia thought that this was the perfect time for her to support her friend. Rose finally decided to leave her shell, so she must set aside all her worries for now and just support her as much as she could.
“It's okay. I know that they just want to make sure that nothing bad happens to me. Even though they sound strict, I know that deep down, it's all from a place of love and they want me to go out more.” Rose just grinned at her friend, and Amelia could only shrug at her response.
“Fair. Oh well. Now that it occurred to me, honestly if I were in their shoe, I might be the same, especially when my beloved, well-behaved Rose suddenly decides to sleep over at her friend's house for the first time in her life!”
Rose laughed. “I honestly don't see anything awkward with that though.”
“Oh my God Rose! You have no idea, I'm telling you! Wait… don't distract me. You still haven't answered my questions! Now tell me, this is just the first date, right?” Amelia finally began the interrogation.
With red bouncy cheeks, Rose was fully ready for this, so she answered her without hesitation.
“He said we will be attending a party held by his friend. He said I'll be his partner for this dance.”
“After the party, you will now have your first date, right?”
“YES!” An obvious excitement in Rose's voice filled the car.
“And after the date, well… you know what might happen next, right Rose ?” Amelia asked hinting at an obvious topic.
“Well, of course… I have a very good idea of what might or rather would happen next. I've read a bunch of romance novels, Amelia trust me!”
“But you've never read smut, Rose. Ah, I regret not giving you those R-18 novels for you to read. You are just so innocent that I didn't dare recommend any of the R-18 novels to you” Amelia then sighed in regret.
Inside Amelia's luxurious apartment, the two girls were taking their time with all the preparation. Rose was quite overwhelmed with all the things Amelia was doing to her, but she didn't dare to say a word or even complain. She just left her to do her thing, after all, she asked for her help, so it would be unfair to stop her. It was already noon when they heard a ding on the door, they suddenly received a package and the recipient was Rose, but there was no name on the box to say who sent the package. The only detail on it was an address, and they both were shocked to see it was the address of the most luxurious designer store in the city. Rose became even more overwhelmed. They finally opened the box, and when they lifted the cover, Rose and Amelia could not help but gasp at the sight of the beauty that they laid their eyes on. Inside the big box lay an exquisite dinner gown, glittering from the black and purple sequins that covered it. The off-the-shoulder, u-neck mermaid gown fe
A grand and splendid ballroom had been neatly arranged for what seemed to be an immensely significant and upscale occasion. Chandeliers hung gracefully from the ceiling, casting glimmers of light that spanned the room, bestowing an ambiance akin to a luminous, star-studded night sky. Throughout the room, numerous round tables were neatly placed, adorned with an elegant blend of black and purple–colors that represented wealth, prosperity, and good fortune. This masquerade ball was undoubtedly a showcase of luxury, evident in every detail from the gleaming crystal champagne glasses to the resplendent silver and black cutlery. The walls adorned with exquisite paintings and decorations added to the lavishness of the scene. However, it wasn't just these opulent elements that caught one's attention. Inside the ballroom, clusters of good-looking individuals were adorned in clothing, jewelry, and accessories that collectively amounted to millions of dollars. The women's adornments–earrings,
The music faded, marking the conclusion of their dance. Rose wasn't ready to depart the dance floor just yet, not without receiving an answer to her question. However, the man had already left her away. Mr. Caleb then guided her towards a grand staircase, and together, they ascended the steps. Proceeding along the corridor, they continued until they reached a pair of large doors that swung open to reveal an open-air garden. The garden was a beautiful sight to behold. The flowers were in full bloom, an assortment of different types and colors, and the petals seemed to be glowing from the moonlight. But that wasn't all. The view from where they stood was magnificent. The lights of the skyscraper and the lights of the city below were spread out in front of them like a brightly painted canvas. The man walked towards the railing and leaned on it, facing her. She finally realized that the man was wearing a vintage, classic black suit. She had been so focused on his face until then that sh
The bedroom was enormous, decorated in a masculine tone of gray and black. It was dimly lit–mood lighting, she supposed–and Rose found herself standing a few feet away from a large king-sized bed. Rose knew exactly what could happen the instant they entered this suite. She wasn't going to lie to herself. Deep within her, she still wishes that this man would be like the male leads she has read in her favorite romantic novels–a gentleman, sweet, dotting, and respectful, a man who wouldn't do this thing without love for his partner. However, she knew right from the start that he was not that type of man. He clearly showed her, and his actions spoke clearly of how he wasn't the type to love. In short, he might only want a girlfriend for company or sexual needs. Rose didn't mind, she just wanted the experience, to know what it means to have a boyfriend, to fulfill her novel-inspired desires. And here she is willingly following him to the depths of hell, despite the thudding of her puls
I can do it, she declared. Her voice was a little louder as if she was trying to give herself some motivation before she finally moved. She reached her arm out behind her and easily found her zip. There was shyness and hesitation in her movement as if she was a little uncertain of herself. She then pulled the zip slowly downwards, feeling her dress loosen up the moment she did so. She instinctively caught the front of her dress with her other hand and held it up so it wouldn't slip down. Once she finished unzipping her dress, she straightened up and her arms were crossed over her chest, holding the dress in place and preventing it from falling off.She looked up and lifted an eyebrow when he met her eyes as if he was asking a silent question. However, her gaze was steady and she didn't look away from him. It was obvious that her resolve was as solid as a rock. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before carefully moving her arms away and letting her dress fall gracefully aroun
Mr. Caleb could see that this girl seemed to be seemed to be clueless about all this but he found it so hard to believe it. She was creaking twenty-three years old! He was struck with intense disbelief that she was clueless and ignorant about it. If she told him that she never masturbated or touched any toys, he might be able to believe that, but there was no way she hadn't watched, read, or heard about these things in her twenty-three years of existence! Moreover, she was the one who bravely went through with this! Unless… was she trying to be timid? He had met plenty of girls before who acted all timid like this. However, this little fox was on a whole other level. No one ever made him this speechless before but what was even more unbelievable was that he now truly felt that she wasn't trying to be timid at all, that she was indeed just too pure and innocent. But is she truly? She isn't just one hell of a skilled actress, is she?Suddenly, he moved, drawing her body close to his.
His mind was instantly cleared of his desires. “You… you're a virgin…” he trailed off, shaking his head slowly. When the girl nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes. And when his lashes fluttered open, he couldn't hide the hint of anger that crossed his features for a fleeting moment. “Tell me… how come you're still untouched?” he licked the inside of his cheek as though he just realized what a stupid question he just ranted. “I've never had a boyfriend before, that's why,” she responded quickly, leaving him with no choice but to continue asking. “Why haven't you had a boyfriend before?” he didn't hesitate to keep asking as the woman sitting in front of him just kept flaunting new colors. “I don't know… I haven't thought about it.” For some reason, he felt like her answer this time was half-baked. Perhaps because her expression was a little flustered as if she was someone who didn't know how to lie. “Wait. Don't tell me you have never been ki
“Rose…” he uttered her name, calmly. His eyes looked at her with a seemingly steely decision–a decision to send this girl away, as far away from himself as possible. Since the night he first laid eyes on her in that forest, he had felt that she was likely a kind-hearted, gentle, and virtuous girl; an aura she appeared to ooze. He discerned it from the way she talked and their interactions – a hint that she might have lived a sheltered life. He would even wager that she had been raised with strong values and he matured into a person of decency and compassion. That's one of the reasons he had initially dubbed her “little fox” - she just emitted an aura of purity akin to freshly fallen snow, a striking contrast to his nature. The girl’s eyes were so clear. Unlike his, her eyes spoke of life, they weren't dead, and it was as if they were unable to hide any secret at all. His first impression of her was that she was like an untouched river, clear and pure but also vigorous. But then sh