Wildest Dreams

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Rose sighed serenely as she closed her almond shaped eyes and leaned back against the porcelain tub full of steamy, warm water. The lavender scent filled the room with its sweet smell. Most found it odd that Rose preferred the smell of lavender to rose since she was named after the delicate, beautiful flower. Roses are incredibly beautiful flowers but the softer scent of lavender was her favorite. Its scent was very calming and made her feel quite serene. White puffy bubbles filled the tub ticking her sensitive skin. She had a long day shopping with her friends and needed this soothing bath to recover.

Unfortunately, once the water began to chill, she knew that she must hurry or she would be left with cold water to wash in. Rose grabbed her sponge and poured a generous amount of the sweet smelling bath gel onto her squishy, purple sponge and began soaping her mahogany skin. She sighed at the silky feel of the soap against her tender flesh. Rose enjoyed her baths. It was a luxury that only the rich could afford and Rose was appreciative of the fact she was able to enjoy such luxuries. Frequent baths, shopping trips with her friends, and popular parties were all thanks to her generous father. He could never say no to his little girl.

Rose smiled happily. She was her father's pride and joy. Her father referred to her as his little Princess. She was an only child after her parents tried to have a baby for many years but her mother had suffered several miscarriages before she was finally born. Her birth was bittersweet though because her mother got sick not too long after her birth and died. Rose had never got to know her mother and that was an aching pain in her heart that still hurt to this day.

Her father had loved his beloved wife so much that he never remarried. Rose gave him the strength to carry on without his loving wife.

Rose wasn't too naive to think he had been living celibate all these years though. She knew her father had many lovers and now as an adult she could understand why. At 23 years of age, Rose has never experienced the love of a man. Her father sheltered her and kept her safe from the evils of men and the world.

As a teenager, with her raging hormones, that was a blessing that her father cared enough to break tradition and not marry her off to a man that would surely abuse her body and take her money. She had heard many horror stories from a lot of her friends that the thought of marrying a dominating man left a sour taste in her mouth. Her father had gone to great lengths to make sure that Rose would never have to marry at all unless she chose to. Most girls in her position did not have that luxury.

Of course now at the ripening age of 23, her body long since had blossomed and the emptiness of not having a husband and a lover was weighing on her heavily now. Most of her friends were all married with children. The nights were cold and lonely. The loneliness was hard on her at times since her dad was always away on business. The only men she ever saw were the ones that worked for her father and they were off limits.

Her father had them so scared that most barely looked at her or even acknowledge her existence. There was one though. He was an American and definitely different from the rest of the men. He stuck out like a sore thumb with his fair skin tone and his raspy unique voice. She noticed him right away one morning when he had said "Hello". She only glanced at him briefly since it was custom to never look a man in the eyes that was neither your father or husband but he was quite striking in appearance. He must not know that he mustn't talk to me yet since he was new but the next morning he had said "Good Morning" and I couldn't help but to blush. The raspiness in his voice and strange accent was quite attractive.

But none of that mattered since her father would never let her see an American. He was the only one brave enough to ask her if she was ok and say "good morning" to her yet he was always respectful though. She admitted that she liked his boldness to defy the unwritten rule to not talk to the boss's daughter. He never looked at her more than a mere glance though, sometimes he would smile at her with the cutest smile. He was very intriguing.

Rose quickly shook her head at how ridiculous this was all sounding even inside her head. But still she could hear his raspy voice deep within her thoughts long after he would leave his duties as her guard. Well the man did save your life, so you're probably hooked up on some hero complex you're feeling toward him, Rose reasoned. That must be it! He saved your life and he's like some knight in shining armor.

It was the scariest and yet most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, of course she would have strong emotions toward him since he was her savior. Rose blushed as she felt her body tingle. It happened a month ago. Rose was out shopping for a baby gift for her friend who was expecting when all of a sudden a man walking toward her pulled out a gun out of his coat and aimed it straight at her head.

She remembers her heart literally stopping dead in her chest. The fear practically paralyzed her. Even though it all happened so fast she felt like time had slowed down and it was in slow motion. She could feel the cold fear down to her core. The barrel of the gun pointing right at her and then as quickly as the gun appeared, it was gone, replaced by a black wall. She was knocked backwards but was still able to keep her footing. She could hear all the screaming around her but she couldn't make out what anyone was saying. Her eyes never left her body guard though. Her chocolate browns were mesmerized by his quick actions. She saw the American knock the gun out of the shooter's hand and head butt him knocking her attacker to the ground. Strong arms quickly engulfed her much smaller frame and she could feel her body being physically picked up and carried to a nearby car. Once they were both inside the black SUV, they sped off to safety.

Just thinking about what might have happened made Rose shiver in dread. It had been a very traumatic experience. She had sat in the SUV in total shock for a few minutes before the tears began to spill down onto her face. She wasn't sobbing loudly or weeping, she was just so scared she didn't know how to react once the full magnitude of the experience hit her. The American body guard, Dean Ambrose without hesitation took his black jacket off and put it around her shoulders.

"Are you ok Rosebud?"

Rose couldn't even think of that cute pet name he had just called her without blushing. It seemed strange to her that he had a nickname already picked out for her unless he had been thinking about her before this incident. Rose felt a warming heat radiate throughout her body as his raspy voice felt as fresh as if he had called her Rosebud just yesterday instead of a month ago. Rose could see her dusky, hardened nipples poking up from the luke-warm water.

"Are you hurt?" It was not appropriate to look in a man's eyes or to gawk at men which is why she noticed them very little but when she heard the care and concern laced in his voice she couldn't help but to look into his eyes.

Rose looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen before. They were strangely pale and mesmerizing. She had rarely seen eyes different from dark brown and those baby blues were beautiful pools of icy blue. She felt as if she could fall deep within their depths.

"Rosebud!" The concern seems to be deepening considering she was staring at him scared and trembling. She tried to get her muddled brain to cooperate and answer back but when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out.

She felt him gather her close into his strong embrace which was very inappropriate but considering she almost died, she needed to feel safe. He felt so incredibly warm and his musky scent was inviting. She could feel his muscled chest beneath the thin, white buttoned-up shirt he was wearing. She buried her face into his neck, savoring the comfort he was giving. She felt safe and she sighed in content.

Of course she was terrified when they returned back to her home that the American would tell her dad how inappropriate and how scandalous she had held onto him for dear life but he didn't say a thing, didn't say one word about how she literally melted into his embrace. He just made sure she was in safe hands and left as quickly as possible. He was probably embarrassed about how needy she acted.

She saw him a few times after that day. She had to be careful when she would sneak peeks at him from a far. She couldn't help it, his scent, his arms, and his muscles haunted her nights. She had been forced to look him in the face and he was so different from the boys around here. Never even in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine meeting a man so fascinating and so mysterious.

She had hoped many times to see him again, she had always liked it when he asked her if she was ok but no opportunity had presented itself since and blues eyes was all she saw at night when she closed her eyes.

Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine being attracted to a man but he was like no man she had ever met before and she knew she was being brazen but she really wanted to spend more time with him.

Even now thinking about him made her insides warm and her heartbeat increase. She stood up to dry off and carefully stepped out of the tub gingerly, careful not to fall. How embarrassing would that be if he was to hear her fall and come in the bathroom to see her naked and sprawled out for him all over the floor. Rose felt her face flush and her breath get caught in her throat at the mere thought was tempting.

After Rose finished drying, she put her pink terry cloth robe on and brushed out her long, black hair. Her hair fell down to her lower waist. The ebony tresses were full and silky to the touch. She had been called gorgeous and beautiful by many men. Her father had received many marriage offers but Rose denied all suitors and being daddy's little girl, her father supported her in whatever decision she made within reason. But he would never accept his Princess with one of his men, especially an American. Though he seemed to take a huge liking to Dean Ambrose after he risked his life to save his only child. After that her father had given Dean more important duties dealing with business but still, her father would never accept any relationship with one of his men.

Rose sighed frustratingly. She was no longer a child and her body of late had been letting her know that all too well. Rose knew it was for the best to not get mixed up with one of her father's men. Rose wasn't privy to her dad's business affairs but she knew that her father was involved with shady dealings meaning his men were also involved in the shady business as well and that could mean danger for his daughter. There was no way she would judge her daddy though, she loved him more than anyone and he always kept her safe and protected. She was happy staying out of all the business affairs and spent her days writing and painting.

Rose opened her balcony doors stepped out onto the balcony. The night air was warm with a gentle breeze. The slight chill felt nice against her heated skin. The moonlight cast shadows all around on the ground below. She heard tree leaves rustling and heard the light howl of the wind. It looked like a storm was coming in. Just as she had that thought she felt a few rain drops. She liked hearing the rain but she hated storms. Thunder and lightning scared her, always had since she was a small child.

Just then Rose heard some loud noises coming from below. She looked down to see a few of her father's men screaming at a man who was pushed down hard onto the ground. One of the men jumped on the man that was down and started throwing punches.

Rose watched in horror as the man was brutally beaten. The other man kicked him in the stomach and ribs causing him to cry out in pain. The man grunted painfully a few more times as more blows were landed to his face and he cried out in pain with a few more kicks to his mid-section. When her father's men got off the beaten man he wasn't moving. The men laughed. "Stupid American!" Rose heard her father's men say and she stared at the fallen man in shock and bewilderment.

It didn't make any sense. Any of this. When she heard him cry out the first time she recognized his unique voice but she thought her mind had been playing tricks on her but as she stared down at the man below and dread engulfed her slight frame. she knew that was Dean down on the ground, not moving, deathly still. She wanted to call out to him but she didn't dare, they would kill him for sure.

She heard the men laugh a few more times about how stupid he was and then say they were going to get some help carrying him in. The shorter man joked about how he was going to enjoy seeing this asshole get his. Rose was still trying to make sense of all this. Dean was one of her father's men, why were they doing this.

"Maybe we should save some time and sic the dogs on him." The shorter man said.

The dogs would maul Dean to death, Rose paled at the thought.

"Because the boss wants to kill him himself dumbass!"

"Fine but I want to watch!"

The men disappeared thankfully never noticing a frightened Rose up above listening and watching all that had happened. This can't be happening Rose thought but as sure as the moonlight beamed down on the unconscious man below, it was all too real. Rose bit her lip nervously trying to figure out what to do.

He had to have done something to warrant her father's brutality but that just didn't make sense. He had saved her life. She probably would be dead right now if it wasn't for Dean. So how could her dad treat him like this and how can she just stand idly by and let them kill him. The dogs alone would tear him apart. Just the thought sent a pain deep inside of her chest and without any more hesitation, Rose ran inside to the bookcase that hid a secret escape route. Only Rose and her dad knew about its existence. It was designed in case Rose ever needed to safely get out of the house unnoticed. Thankfully the corridor ran straight to the garden below where Dean was now laying unconsciously on the ground. Rose grabbed a flashlight left in the corridor for emergencies and quickly made her way to the courtyard below. By the time she reached the outside, it was raining hard. She hadn't had time to dress so all she was wearing was a bathrobe and house slippers. She opened the metal gate at the entrance and quickly made her way toward the area that Dean would be laying.

Rose quickly dropped down to her knees once she reached the battered man. The pelting rain was causing him to stir slightly. Rose almost screamed in fear when the Earth rumbled with thunder and the sky lit up glaringly. Rose bent down to Dean and tried talking to him softly to wake him. "Dean! Dean! Please wake, we don't have much time, you have to help me get you out of here."

Dean could hear a sweet voice beckoning to him and he wondered if he was already dead. Except he knew when he died he would probably go straight to Hell where there are no angels.

"Dean! Please wake!" Rose caressed his cheek to try and get him to wake. She felt a painful ache in her heart seeing him laying like this with ugly red and black bruising around his eyes and cheeks. Blood was seeping from his lips.

"Rosebud?" Dean asked weakly.

"Yes! You have to get up now!" Rose encouraged trying to grab his arm to pull him up. Dean grunted in pain.

"No, Rose you must leave!" Dean's voice was weak. "Get out of here Rose. Not safe for you here!"

"I need you to help me get out of here." There was no way Dean was a bad guy, even in his state he was still more worried about her than himself.

"Rosebud please get away!"

"I can't, you have to keep me safe." Rose knew that Dean was very protective and she played on his protective instincts to take over. "Please Dean, I need you!"

The plea in her trembling voice stirred something in Dean. Dean nodded and grunted in pain when he lifted up. Rose helped him to his feet when he almost fell back down and they made their way back toward the gate.

"Where are we going?" Dean's head was hazy and he couldn't concentrate. Rose supported his 6'4 frame the best she could. Rose was leading the way.

"To safety Dean!" Rose whispered as she shut the metal gate door behind her that was decorated with steely gray roses.

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