KADE’S POV
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I was kissing Rosette. I was kissing her like my life depended on it, my hand squeezing her ass, and my tongue down her throat.
I was kissing her even when I knew I shouldn’t. It was wrong, and yet I couldn’t stop. That desire I was running away from seemed toe ignite, throwing all the efforts it took to run away from it to the wind.
It just…Fuck, it felt so good. Her lips were so soft, so full and molded perfectly against mine. Her body… pressed against mine was doing things to my poor. My hands moved, feeling her curves and Rosette responded to me, shivering and moaning into my mouth.
I haven’t even gone into rut yet, and I was this way. I wanted to do things to her, do more than just kissing, but that part of my brain that still managed to hang on <i>to </i>logic was stopping me.
And finally, I was able to break away, pulling from the kiss but my hands remained on her. Our faces were barely an inch away, still sharing the same air, breathing heavily, and trying to catch my breath.
“We should stop here,” I said, the words sounding like it was being ripped from my throat.
“Hmm–mm,” was all Rosette said, still breathing heavily, her eyes closed.
I took that opportunity to look at her–really look at her. She was… beautiful. Beautiful in a hard way. Her hair blew in the night breeze, getting into her face, and I fought the edge to push it back. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, her nose straight but slightly crooked at the end, her lips full and pink, swollen from our… intense kiss.
And when she blinked her eyes open slowly, I could only stare into their ember depth, not having it in me to look away.
She was beautiful—a type of hardened beauty that makes me eager to know her
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story. The kind of beauty that shows you she wasn’t to be fucked with. Also, the kind of beauty that made you want to shield her from the world and its
bitterness.
She was everything I shouldn’t desire. Everything I was running away from. Everything I vowed not to get tangled up with again.
“Like what you see?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, throwing my words back at <ol><li>me. </li></ol>
I yed along, a slight curl to my lips. “Maybe.”
She scoffed, shocking both of us again. She didn’t seem like the type who smiled easily. Or evenughed. But she had done that twice already.
She seemed just as shocked as I was because her eyes went wide and she pulled away from me, clearing her throat and pushing her hair behind her ear but the wind just blew it back to her face. She tried again but then it did the same thing. She just gave up and looked back at me.
“Uhm… It’ste. I need to get some sleep.”
Then she brushed past me, her steps hurried. I turned and watched her go. Then turned back, sighing as I looked up at the sky.
“This isn’t good,” I whispered to the wind. “This isn’t good at all.”
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ROSETTE’S POV
I slowly blinked my eyes open to see sunlight streaming into the room through the big window. I turned to look at the clock and I gasped, jumping out of bed.
“Oh my gosh!” I gasped, throwing the nket off me and rushing to the bathroom, but then something was tied around my feet, and I fell, face down onto the ground. I groaned, turning and looking down at my leg. It was the nket tied
around like.
I groaned again, sitting up and untying it, jumping when a knock came at the
door.
“Rose?” Axel. “You okay in there, sweetheart?”
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“Fine!” I called back, getting back on my feet. Fuck, I was thirty minuteste to
work.
“Sure?” Axel asked. “Cause it seems you fell on your ass again.”
“Go. Away,” I snarled through my teeth, my voice low but Axel heard anyway.
He chuckled, and I heard his footsteps receding. “Breakfast and dinner are ready. Come down when you’re ready.”
Coffee sounds like heaven to my ears.
Barely fifteen minutes, I raced down the stairs with my shoes and bag in hand, my hair wild and free, my clothes an absolute mess.
No, everything about me was a mess. But that doesn’t matter—what mattered was getting to work and hoping I hadn’t lost my job.
I was just about to zoom straight for the door but paused when I smelled coffee. I ran back to the kitchen to see the men there, all three of them dressed to perfection, and their hair styled.
They all turned and looked at me, eyebrows raised.
“Nice of you to join us,” Axel said, walking to me with a steaming mug. “You look…”
“A mess,” Ipleted as I took the cup from him, thanking me.
“Where to?” he asked, taking a sip from his mug, staring at me from the rim.
I blew on my coffee for a bit, then raised it to my lips, drinking everything without pausing. When I was done, I ced it down, wiping my mouth with my sleeve, answering Axel. “Work?”
“Work?” all three men asked at the same time, each making a face.
I took my time to give each of them a look. “Yes, work. You know, where people go and get paid for doing a job? I’m pretty sure three of you have them.”
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Axel scoffed; Kade rolled his eyes; Kross just stared at me.
“Where do you work?” Axel asked.
“At a café.”
“A café,” Kross repeated with a face like I just told them I sold drugs.
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“Why are you working?” Kade was the one who asked that dumb question, by the
way.
“Oh, for goodness‘ sake!” I eximed, throwing my hands up in frustration. “I don’t have time for this question and answers! I’mte!”
“Just answer the question,” Axel said gently.
I released a breath. “I’m saving money to go to college, okay?”
They just stared silently at me. Creeps, these three.
I sighed, turning. “I’m leaving no–”
“I’ll get you a card.”
I turned to Kross, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What… what card?”
“A bank card,” he answered, his expression looking like he wanted to add ‘obviously. “But there will be a limit, of course.”
I turned to Axel just to see him nodding. Then to Kade but his expression was nk. I looked back at Kross. “What will the limit be?”
He stared at me with a thoughtful expression, then finally said, “At least three thousand.”