ROSALINE
Waking up, I instantly knew something was different even though I was yet to open my eyes. I could feel the warmth of another body pressing into mine and every rise and fall of the person's breathing, I could feel.
But even more than those two, I could feel something hard poking me in the thigh. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my gaze to find that the person I was in bed with was Russo and his hard on was what was poking me in the thigh.
I gasped and immediately pushed myself off his body. The sudden movement woke him up and he groaned, opening his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" I yelled, rolling away from him and getting up from my bed. A light headache hit my head but I managed to act like nothing just happened.
Russo sat up in my bed and glanced at me. He was shirtless and his hair was in a messy state and that sight? That sight almost made me want to apologize for yelling at him. It made me want to get back in his arms and ask him to sleep for an hour more.
Fuck! Russo was hot!
"What the hell am I doing in your bed?" He repeated the question I had just asked and that was when I recalled everything that happened last night.
I had drank a little and Russo had brought me back home, he had brought some woman home too to fuck and then I had a nightmare and he was here, he calmed me down and put me back to sleep and that... That was all.
"Yes, what are you doing in my bed?" I reiterated my question and he got out of my bed. I tried controlling myself from looking at his hard on but I could not resist a glance.
"Thank you for bringing me home last night and thank you for helping me with my nightmares but that doesn't mean you can stay in my bed all night" I rambled.
"You asked me to stay" he replied, his voice raspy and deep.
"What? I did not!"
"You did, Ca... Rosa" he corrected himself but I kind of wished he didn't.
"And even if I did, you should have known better that I wasn't in my right senses. You were sober and I was not, you should have left to your room anyways"
"This doesn't have to be some argument of some sort."
"Wait a minute, what were you doing in my room in the first place? How did you even know I was having nightmares?" I questioned.
"I just wanted to check up on you, okay? You were half drunk when I brought you in so I wanted to make sure you were sleeping fine, alright?"
"I don't feel comfortable with that, Russo. Do not come into my room and do not stay in my bed. You are... Look at you, you have a hard on right now too..."
"Rosaline Massimo" he suddenly cut me off and I froze.
Had he ever called my name with such a chilly tone? His eyes looked fierce and furious. Had I said too much?
"This is a natural occurrence and it has nothing to do with you. I am not some always horny bastard and I don't think with my dick every single second of the day, okay?" He groaned and ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Because if I did let my cock do the thinking for me every single second of the day, you wouldn't be able to walk this morning or any other mornings in fact. If my cock did the thinking, you'd be begging for me right now and taking all of me in whichever hole I demand!" He added and before I could even take in his words, he was already walking out of the door.
"Should have fucked that whore" he rasped before slamming the door shut behind him.
I remained frozen on the spot. Perhaps I had taken things too far? After all, he had stayed away from me as per my demands and he had only stayed close yesterday because he had to and I didn't recall him trying to touch me or anything.
"Rosa, Rosa. Why can't you ever do things right?" I asked myself, hitting my head gently.
*
An hour had passed already and I was ready for work. I was a bit hungry though and I still felt tired but I didn't want to skip work.
I walked down the stairs and headed to the dining room to eat breakfast. I had been skipping breakfast for a few days now but I needed it this morning as I could not picture myself going for a sandwich and coffee this morning.
Russo was there in the living room and his gaze was on me as I walked in quite sluggishly. He wasn't eating though, he was just sitting there and staring at me.
"Good... Good morning" I whispered a greeting but there was no response from him.
How did I get him to be this mad at me? I could not recall him being mad at me, ever.
"Russo, I said good morning"
A nod was all I got in response this time. I sighed and uncovered my plates.
"You won't be going to work today" he suddenly said and I looked at him sharply.
"No, you can't have me cut off from work because we have issues at home. That is unprofessional"
"I am not having any employee of mine showing up at work not completely sober" he replied sternly.
"I am sober" I replied quickly.
"You are in no state to work today so stay back at home"
"But..."
"Be a good girl and listen to me" he cut me off and I felt something in me tingle.
A good girl?
"Alright, I'll be a good girl" I didn't know why I replied in such a full sentence when I could have just said 'alright' but I liked it.
"Good" was what his remark was and he rose up from his seat.
"I am sorry about this morning" I said quickly and he stopped in his tracks.
"I should not have yelled at you that way or accuse you of being a... Horny bastard. I wasn't thinking and I was wrong, I am really sorry" I apologized.
"It's okay, Rosaline."
"It doesn't sound like it's okay when you call me Rosaline" I mumbled softly.
"So you want me to call you Caramia?" He asked and moved a step closer to me.
"I guess... You sound more cheerful when you call me that so..."
"It's okay, Caramia" he raised his hand to my hair and ruffled it gently, making me smile.
"Have a great day at home" he said and then walked past me.
I held back smiles. I guess I kind of really liked being called Caramia.
TBC