“Let me take you home,” Rohan offers to Rosalyn when they are about to leave the chaos in the building. Rosalyn interlaces her arms in his and he smiles at her. She is his target, and she doesn’t even know the things he plans for her. Dashing out of the street, he grabs Rosalyn’s hand and makes his way to the parked car. It is a Range Rover, something that will not interest Rosalyn. However, when they enter, she realizes that it is customized, from the seats to the entertainment and even the hood. Before she can say anything, Rohan asks, “It may be insensitive of me, but may I know where your house is?” After saying her address, she settles on the seat. She seems so relaxed and harmless. No one would know that she’s previously one of the Ten Elites. She enjoyed her time there and even now, she gives massive support to them–as Kyndra had told him before. Maybe, instead of her house, Rohan can bring her somewhere he can kill her? No! He shakes his head. He is not a murderer like that
Rohan arrives at the fashion show venue feeling a bit nervous. He hopes his preparation is already enough to make Rosalyn notice him more.As he walks down the long hallway, he feels the bright lights of the fashion show beaming down on him. He looks around and takes in all the beautiful people. Everyone is dressed in their finest attire, and they fixate their eyes on the runway.Rohan makes his way to the back of the room and tries to calm himself down. This is just mere pressure. He is ready for this.Then Rosalyn moves towards him. “Good luck,” she says.However, Rohan is surprised when she places a kiss on his cheeks. Of all the models here, she only kissed him. That’s already a good sign, right?The music plays, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Suddenly, Rohan’s nervousness is replaced with excitement. He takes his place at the start of the runway and waits for his turn. He watches as the other models parade down the catwalk, their outfits coming alive with the beat of the music.
The young woman pulls Rohan to the center of the dance floor, graceful with a slender frame that moves like a lithe river. She glides across the dance floor, mesmerizing those who watch.If Rohan did not know better, her beauty and style could have transfixed him, like all the other men and women around them.“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” she asks, her voice soft and gentle as a summer breeze. “Come,” she invites, extending her hand to his.Rohan takes her hand and follows her movements.“That’s it,” she says. She guides him, her hands never leaving his body, and he knows she’s starting with her seduction.At the chorus of the song, she steps closer to him and presses her body to him. “By the way, my name is Simone. I think you should know that so you can scream my name later,” she says.Rohan smiles. “I am Hansel Crago.”“Nice meeting you, Hansel.”And then, she suddenly kisses him. Not the shy type of kiss, but the one with tongues. When she pulls back, he is still
From what Rohan learned, Simone had been living and jumping from one foster family to the next, until she was of age and could take jobs. “Here we are,” Rohan announces. The car pulls into the driveway of Rosalyn’s house. Since it’s daytime, he can easily see the luxurious mansion and its well-manicured garden. Rohan watches as Simone’s eyes widen while she takes in the beauty and grandeur of the place. The Rugge’s mansion is definitely better than his. “Lovely place, right?” he asks, smiling at her. She clears her throat before saying, “What are we doing here, Hansel?” “Like I said last night, you will take a modeling career.” “Like you? So we will be colleagues who fuck each other?” “We will become colleagues, but we will not fuck each other.” She groans before asking, “Why would I take a modeling career? That’s just a hassle,” as she looks over the Rugge’s mansion. “I want you to bond with her. This is your chance to have a better life, Simone,” he says. “You are the one w
Rohan looks at Rosalyn, making it seem as if he is full of sorrow and worry. He hopes it works because it’s about time he needs to broach the subject. “I am sorry, Rosalyn,” he begins. “I know I should have told you about it, but I wanted to ensure that your daughter is comfortable with the idea first.” He takes a deep breath, hoping against hope that she will understand, that she will let it pass. However, Rosalyn sits motionless, her brows furrowed at him. “What do you mean, Hansel?” she asks, taking a seat in front of him. He follows suit. “I wanted to introduce your daughter because I am worried about you. I know that wherever you are right now, you are strong and don’t really need anyone, but I also know that you’ve been through a lot. Even though it intrudes on your personal life, I thought it was the right thing to do.” Rohan looks down, nervous. When Rosalyn reaches out and takes his hand, his face alights with hope. “Thank you, Hansel. I am glad you are thinking like thi
Rohan steps into the VIP clubroom with Simone. A wave of pulsing music, which sends shivers of excitement in him, immediately surrounds them. He looks around, taking in the dark walls, the glowing neon signs, and the lush velvet drapes adorning the walls. The air is thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and alcohol, and Rohan feels a wave of anticipation as he takes a seat. Simone sits provocatively beside him. She is wearing a skimpy dress that barely covers her body. It is adorned with jewels, and she is wearing makeup, her eyes gleaming brightly with a mischievous glint. “Thanks for the private room, Hansel,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “Well, it’s your request for passing the test,” he answers, trying to ignore the body warmth coming off Simone’s. She is attractive, and he can’t help the sudden wave of desire when he makes the wrong move of looking into her eyes. As if sensing it, she places her hands on his chest. “I wonder until when before you give in to me,” she
Rohan watches Rosalyn as she climbs out of her car. She looks amazed as she travels her eyes around his mansion. Thankfully, the orphanage people do great with the lawns and pathways. The house is clean, and they manage to find a chef for him. Rosalyn walks up the step, and she greets him with a kiss on his cheeks. “This is a marvelous place, Rohan. I am shocked, given your kind and generous nature.” He smiles at her. “I am only kind and generous to people I love.” “Oh, you,” she says, lightly tapping his arm. “Don’t think that I don’t notice how you flirt with me.” “Well, at least you are aware of it,” he says, winking at her. He ushers her into the house. There is gentle music within, and he’s delightfully surprised when Rosalyn interlaces her arms in his. “Well, what can I say? You are attractive, kind, and rich. You are even dressed nicely,” she praises. “Only because you are coming over.” Rosalyn squeezes his arms. “I feel like a young woman visiting her boyfriend’s house
Rohan and Rosalyn are standing in the middle of the living room, their faces close enough to mistake that they are kissing. The way Rosalyn touches his arm and how she smiles, even at the way they hold each other’s gaze—it’s as if they are communicating silently. And the heavier the atmosphere, the closer they get, moving in for a kiss. But before their lips touch again, Tyrianne steps into the living room. “Oh!” she exclaims, her jaw slack, her eyes going back and forth between Rohan and Rosalyn. She clears her throat before saying, “We didn’t know that someone is here.” By ‘we,’ she meant the other orphanage girls she brought. “It’s okay, Miss Shephard,” Rohan says, pulling away from Rosalyn. “Will you be able to ask Nath to bring in our lunch?” “Of course. I will also leave the two of you here,” she says before stepping back and pulling the door close. Rohan looks apologetically at Rosalyn. “Sorry about that. Since I live alone here, they are used to barging into most of the r