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
Simone has been practicing her poses and runway walk for an hour. When she’s done, she turns towards him. She looks him up and down and beams, “Wow! It fits you so well!” Her eyes are twinkling with desire.“Thank you,” he curtly says. He just returned from the changing room and is ready to practice, same as her.“So hot,” she whispers which he answers with a heavy sigh. As time progresses, he finds it harder not to be affected by her teasing.“Come on now, don’t be so shy,” she says, her voice a purr of mischief and teasing.She moves towards him and interlaces her arms with his, their bodies only inches apart. Worse, she presses her chest against him.“Simone,” he starts. He takes Simone’s hand and says, “I don’t want to get into trouble, okay?”She pouts and moves closer still, her arm playfully brushing against his. “What’s wrong with colleagues linking arms?”“Nothing, as long as it’s not in the workplace,” he answers.“Why are you so afraid?” A faint smile appears on her lips. “
Rohan turns the corner of his lips upward when he reads the headlines. “Kendrick Walton denies Presidential Rumors.” ‘The idiots. Who would even vote for him? As a senator, he’s done nothing. They should have chosen a better puppet than this stupid man on drugs,’ Rohan thinks. The thought of someone like Kendrick Walton running for president is enough to make his stomach churn. And so, he places the newspaper underneath the coffee table before going to his room. At least, the rumors are false. It’s something to feel relieved about. Adding more power to the Waltons is not a beneficial development for his plans. However, after his shower, he sees Kendrick Walton being interviewed whose face is unsmiling and looks stupid. Rohan feels something inside him swell. He clenches his teeth, wanting to turn away, but he couldn’t. He stares at the image, feeling the rage he hasn’t felt for a long time. The interviewer is asking Kendrick’s opinion about the recent survey. It is about who will
“My girls are done with the weekend cleaning, Mr. Hansel.” Rohan looks at the voice and sees Tyrianne standing close to him. He didn’t even sense her. He places his pen down on the paper and looks up at her. “Okay. Thank you, Miss Tyrianne.” “Ahm, one thing, though,” she adds. “Miss Simone is complaining about her breakfast and is insisting on having Chef Nath resign.” “I will talk to her later,” he responds, but Tyrianne doesn’t move. “What else, Miss Tyrianne?” “Do you need a replacement for your television? I’ve seen the splintered remains of it.” Rohan squints at her. She’s being too talkative and nosy for his liking. “I don’t know. Besides, there are a couple of televisions in the house. I can just use any if I require it.” “Hmmm,” she mutters as she scrutinizes him. “Were you angry about something?” Rohan glares at her. “I am not angry.” “You are doing it again.” “Doing what again?” “Lo
Rohan steps into Rosalyn’s dressing room and freezes for a moment. The room is a flurry of colors and textures, with designer garments draped across the backs of velvet chairs, shoes arranged in neat little rows on the floor, and bags of accessories piled high in the corner.He takes it all in. They are now in Paris for the show, and as Rosalyn warned him, she is swamped, but it is perfect for his other plans–which are all set to destroy her life.And so, he stands by the doorway, admiring the chaos with a calmness that belied the things he’d prepared earlier. Rosalyn senses him, and she smiles—a bright smile. And sometimes, he wonders if she really is in love with him and not just lust. It doesn’t matter, though. He only approached her for revenge.“Hansel!” he greets. She opens her arms to him, and he walks towards her, kissing her cheeks. “After this, we can have a world of our own,” she whispers.Pulling back, she asks, “What do you think?”Rohan looks at her while she slowly runs
Rohan stands at the altar, calm and a little bit annoyed. When he was marrying Kyndra, his hands were trembling with excitement and anxiety. However, with Rosalyn, everything feels like a duty.He and Kyndra married in a small chapel on a small island, with the sun setting behind them and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It seems so magical, but perfect dreams like that are bound to be destroyed, and now he is marrying Rosalyn in a private garden with only a few colleagues from Rosalyn’s office.The fake priest starts talking. Rohan squeezes Rosalyn’s hand to make it seem as if they have a connection. It’s the same thing Kyndra had done for him to assure him. And so, they look at each other with bright smiles that seem like nothing will go wrong.Before long, the so-called Reverence is pronouncing them husband and wife. They are handed the marriage certificate—a fake document that will make their union seem official to Rosalyn.“Congratulations!” the priest says. “You tw