ROSE He looked at me like I’ve got a point so my confidence shot up. I leaned forward, my face coming to an inch from his, and I said, ‘It’s brilliant, right?’ Then, I felt two large warm palms just above each of my knees. I looked down—. ‘Don’t.’ He breathed. ‘Don’t look away from me.’ Something in his voice tugged at me. I jerked up my face and his eyes held mine when he whispered, ‘We’ll do it. But with one condition.’ I could almost guess what it was. ‘You can’t be alone with Ambrose.’ He searched my face for a hint of betrayal. I’m sure he’d find none. How do I make him believe it without breaking the contract? And of all people—werewolves included—why Ambrose? Why didn’t he think that I might actually fall for him? Right. Because he doesn't want me to fall for him. This is so messed up. I sighed and began my impromptu explanation, ‘Whenever I’m alone with Ambrose—.’ ‘Fuck.’ He turned away. ‘I don’t want to hear it.’ I grabbed his face and pressed my forehea

RUM ‘You’re shitting me.’ I heard my voice in a low growl. These elders were not done testing my patience. I came here for the seventh near-death experience—and some enlightenment for them (it’s really not that hard to accept one’s stupidity)—and they continue to shit on me. ‘Now you want me to scour the human world for dark whims.’ Laughter exploded from me. ‘Oh Jesus….’ I looked away from my mother’s squint of puzzlement. ‘JESUS CHRIST!’ ‘Who’s that?’ My mother whispered to Elena, who signalled back that she would explain later. ‘It’s your duty—.’ As soon as Magnus began, Ellis flashed a palm to interject. ‘It’s our request.’ The Alpha of poise and irritation stepped forward with a pleading face. ‘To our beloved leader—.’ ‘Oh no….’ I shuffled back, shaking my head profusely. ‘You’re not guilt tripping me. Goddamn it!’ ‘Ah, so that’s what it’s called.’ Ellis tapped a finger to his chin in ponderment. To his mate’s hiss of reminder, he smiled politely and said, ‘I’m s

AMBROSE ‘Ha!’ The shrieks of pleasure sparked the cold air of the dark bedroom. ‘Ha!... R-Rum!’ ‘Here?’ Ambrose thrust his hip with all the might of his grunt, and the female moaned a loud, high pitch. ‘Yes!’ Those slim fingers gripped harder the edge of the vanity table. In the mirror, her face strained with intense bliss and a greater desire for more. ‘More, Rum… more!’ Ambrose reached forward for that sharp chin and grabbed it to yank it up, so that those two beautiful globes of flesh and pink buds appeared in the same reflection as her reddened face. He shoved forward and growled, ‘V Club?’ ‘Mmph!’ Her eyes struggled to open. ‘R-Rum… please… don’t stop…’ Ambrose pinched the left peak of her breasts as he sucked the skin below her earlobe. Another piercing scream jabbed the air. ‘Tell me more….’ The female Goldie Sparks whimpered reluctantly. ‘Y-You mean… the model you said who saw us…at V Club…and told you? I don’t know who he is…please Rum…’ ‘Work harder, Miss Spa

ROSE 'Who does she think she is?!' TAK! TAK! TAK! The enraged tap repeatedly thumped with jealousy. 'The sole heir of the diamond king, that's what she is,' replied the second voice in a bored tone. No doubt the first one belonged to my old bully, Christy; the other would have to be Lilian. Since I last saw them at Rum's mansion, I heard snippets about the styling team from some of the crew. Apparently, Tessa has fallen out with Christy—she's dating a model now, and has no time for Rum nonsense apparently—so Christy had been hanging out with Lilian more ever since. 'Still! Rum's not hers!' Christy slammed down hard on the tap; the water gushed out in a mad shower. 'Did you see her? Rum darling this, Rum darling that.' Lilian chuckled. 'You really sound like her. But don't be too loud. The walls have ears.' Indeed. I smiled weakly at the door of my stall. 'She kissed Rum on his cheek in front of everyone!' Christy berated. 'The gall of that woman!' 'Rum didn't look like

ROSE A week went by in a flash. It’s amazing how fast time flies when you’re immersed in work. No wonder they say that the cure for a broken heart is work, work, and work. Work was the same. Whether it was the head of the styling team, a superstar, or an heiress, they all had something in common—they get vile and nasty when their needs are met; they get more vile and nasty when their needs aren’t met. I didn’t think that focusing on myself would be hard. There were plenty of ups like yesterday… ‘Ooh… you’re right—these glittery FLEURs look amazing with grey. Who would’ve thought!’ Goldie turned and twisted her knees to admire the thousand dollar heels strapped around her beautiful pedicured feet. ‘You finally used your brains, Dirty Rosie.’ I couldn’t hide my smile. ‘Rum wouldn’t look away from you, Miss Sparks.’ ‘Indeed….’ Goldie licked her lips. ‘I hope we could do more, you know…I mean, the kissing is good—he’s such a good kisser—but… OOH! Maybe this is all part of a for