"You lied to me." I told Charlotte as I left. She stared at me, understanding dawning on her face when she saw Rosalie exit the side door I'd just used.
"Izzy…!" She called. "Let me explain..!"
But I didn't wait. I left the club as fast as I could. The relatively short walk to my apartment calmed the devastation which was clawing at my insides, desperate to get out.
I wanted to take Rosalie up on her offer. I wanted to go home. Because Rosalie was my home. Ever since I'd met her she'd been everything to me and I was even more enamoured with her now than I had been in the beginning - if such a thing were even possible. Nothing made sense without her.
I showered and dressed and then sat in my tiny living room staring at the TV. My mind was full of Rosalie as I pretended to watch Lost.
An advert came on, it was a movie trailer for Rosalie's last film which she'd filmed the year before we'd met. My heart contracted fiercely at the sight of her face on the screen.
I wanted her so fucking much! It was supremely weird to watch her act like someone else but I couldn't take my eyes away. Her performance was art. Like everything she did, it was perfection. Pride filled me and I found my lips lifting in a smile.
She was so fucking beautiful and she could be mine.
I was an idiot.
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Walking home from work a week later I was terrified as I spotted a dark figure lurking beside my door.
Fear gave way to pure panic when I saw who it was.
Rosalie was wearing a dark full length coat and her face was pale, her eyes glowing with some unnamed emotion. Her hair was even shorter and styled across her forehead and short at the nape of her neck. My fingers itched to run through the silky golden strands.
She pushed away from the wall she'd been lounging against and smiled at me in greeting. My belly fluttered in response. She was so elegant and confident, I found everything about her intensely attractive. She was my kryptonite.
"How'd you find me?" I asked, skipping the greeting.
She tilted her head to one side, amusement dancing across her face.
"It was easy enough. Charles can't shut up about you. You're an amazing assistant apparently, he gushes about you constantly. As if I didn't know how good you are."
She laughed softly and I stared, standing poised with my key in my hand.
"I need to speak to you." She gestured to the door. "Can I come in?"
I nodded stiffly. I didn't want her to come in at all. This woman destroyed my composure without any effort. Having her in my home was undeniably tempting. I wanted to throw myself at her and beg her to take me home! I wanted to forget all the reasons I couldn't do that and just surrender to the searing heat between us.
I unlocked the door and Rosalie followed me in. Awareness prickled down my spine at her close proximity. Every nerve in my body was hyper aware of her.
I focused on doing the small insignificant tasks which were required of me; close the door, lock it, hang up my bag and coat. I counted my breaths, making a small game of it. Anything to ignore Rosalie's golden presence in my small, neat apartment.
She watched me, I knew this because I could feel her eyes on me. It was like a physical touch. My heart raced and I struggled to keep my breathing even and normal. I was a freak, hyperventilating like some lovesick idiot. I was angry with myself. Why couldn't I control myself around this woman?
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked, desperate for some good old dutch courage.
"What have you got?"
"White or red?" I offered, moving past her to go to my kitchen.
Memories teased at the corners of my mind. Red wine, us, on her bed. Our first time together. Ugh, focus, Izzy! I berated myself silently.
Rosalie followed me after a few seconds, her coat now discarded, revealing a perfectly respectable outfit of black palazzo trousers and a white fitted camisole top. I pried my gaze away from her perfectly perky, braless breasts and took down two glasses.
She stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame, her enigmatic gaze fixed on me.
"Red." Her voice was soft and husky, her raspberry pink tongue traced her front teeth briefly and my pussy pulsed as I remembered how it felt to have that tongue dancing over my clit and delving inside me.
Addict! I hissed at myself scornfully.
I nodded, a small jerk of my chin, and pulled the bottle of red from the small wine rack in the corner of the kitchen. It was room temperature, of course.
"You'll have to look at me eventually." She observed, a smile in her voice.
"I am looking at you." I disagreed. In fact, I'd been looking a good deal too much.
I was determined not to pay attention to Rosalie's perfection. My sexaully starved body could think of nothing except her and I was on shaky ground.
I poured the wine and handed her a glass as I walked past her yet again, headed for the living room. Her fingers brushed mine, by accident or design - I wasn't sure - and my fingertips tingled at the tiny amount of contact.
I was so fucked.
"I've been thinking about what you said." Rosalie said as I curled up on the sofa and she sat in the chair opposite me.
I took a deep gulp of my wine, while skillfully avoiding her gaze.
Rosalie sat back in her seat, cradling her glass and watching me hungrily. Her long, slender, elegant fingers toyed with the stem of the glass, which she focused on briefly.
"I want you back." She said and my heart skipped a beat. She looked at me from under her lashes and I just melted. That look, half shy, half knowing, turned my insides to liquid.
And then I actually processed her words. Elation flooded my entire being, exhilaration so intense I felt faint.
"I don't care about all the reasons we shouldn't do this." She continued softly. "We'll figure it out - together. We'll get your daughter back too."
I stared at her. Had I lost my mind or had she?
"I will find the perfect time to tell the world that we are together, you just have to have a little faith in me. Can you do that?"
I swallowed hard, past the lump congealing in my throat. I wanted to cry. Did she mean it?
Rosalie got up and sat beside me before she placed her glass on the table to my right. I shivered as her hands came to rest on my knees, which were pulled up to my chest.
"Izzy, look at me." She whispered and I couldn't deny her any longer. My gaze shifted to hers and my soul was obliterated in that first nanosecond, slaughtered by spectacular blue.
I drew in a shaky breath. "Yes." I whispered. "I do have faith in you."
Whatever she saw in my eyes softened her expression even more and her gaze danced between my eyes and mouth.
"I'm scared." I told her, being blatantly honest was cathartic.
"I am too." She said, "But I'm even more terrified of losing you."
She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss onto my mouth and my entire being reacted ferociously.
Fumbling, I placed my glass on the table to cradle her face. The feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers was like an injection of an illegal substance directly to my heart.
I kissed her back; soft, exploring, demanding and voracious all at once. Rosalie shifted over me, and my legs dropped to allow her access.
"I know we shouldn't do this right now…but…I…can't….stop…" she muttered brokenly into my mouth.
Touching again after all these weeks was heaven. Our addiction demanded that we reestablish our connection. I was starved for the feel of her, the touch of her hands on my skin.
"I don't want you to stop…" I admitted brokenly.
I whimper-moaned as Rosalie's tongue plunged into my mouth deeply. My fingers tangled in the short blond strands of her hair and I was home. Her scent enveloped me and the feel of her body against mine was everything.
She was all that was good in my life. She was my life.
Rosalie sank to her knees on the carpet in front of me and broke our kiss. Her electric eyes were glittering with passion, they set my blood on fire. I was panting as she slowly reached for the buttons on my shirt. She undid each one at a leisurely pace which made my belly curl in anticipation. It was as if she was savouring the moment, taking in every minute detail. Finally the two halves of my shirt separated and Rosalie parted them completely to reveal my barely there black lace bra. She pulled my shirt off my shoulders and tossed it away.
She stared, a small smile playing around the edges of her full lips.
"Youre so fucking beautiful." She said, awe evident in her tone.
She didn't give me time to answer. She undid the front fastening on my bra and my breasts bounced free. She cupped my breasts, squeezing and I moaned.
Rosalie lowered her face to my breasts and sucked my painfully hard nipples into her mouth again and again, feasting on my flesh like a starved woman. I arched into her, holding her to me, delirious with pleasure.
Rosalie held my breasts together and suckled hard and I cried out, whimpering. There was an insistent throbbing between my legs caused by the attention to my breasts. It was delicious.
She traced a fiery trail along my belly until she encountered my trousers clasp.
Rose pulled back and stared at me, holding my gaze mercilessly as she undid my trousers and pulled them off.
I wore only a tiny lace thong now, while Rosalie was still fully dressed.
She smiled at me, a small lift of her swollen pale pink lips which was as sexy as hell. I stared, probably with my mouth open.
Rose trailed her hands down each of my legs and then lifted my feet back onto the sofa. She pushed my knees apart slowly, her gaze eating me up. I was so fucking glad I'd recently gone to the salon and I was almost entirely bare except for a small patch of hair above my pussy.
Once my knees were as far apart they'd go, she allowed her hands to graze my thighs until her fingers reached my drenched panty.
I was dying, quite literally, for her touch. My body pulsed wildly, caught somewhere between arousal and embarrassment.
She dropped her gaze from mine to watch her hand cup my sex. I moaned, my hips thrusting up against her mindlessly.
Without any hurry, she tugged my panty to the side exposing my pink pussy. I could feel the moisture building inside me, beyond being turned on, this was insanity.
Rosalie leaned in and licked my pussy and I jerked against her, unable to control my reaction. She glanced up at me and I was undone. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. Seeing her like this, on her knees, pleasuring me, was more than I could bear.
Her lips closed over my weeping flesh, sucking, while her tongue did unspeakably good things to me. My knees fell apart completely. I was open wide, spread out for her pleasure. She hummed her approval and the vibration caused me to arch into her again like a puppet on a string.
Her fingers found my entrance and pushed inside super slow and so fucking good my toes curled. Rose moaned against my core as my internal muscles gripped her rhythmically. I was going to come.
But I didn't want to come just yet. I pulled Rosalie up and rolled her over. I discarded her clothing rapidly, eager for the sight and feel of her. She looked surprised and just as eager as I was. Soon she was naked and I stroked my eager hands over every inch I could reach.
Rose guided me onto her, until I was straddling her. I was grateful for her natural dominance, because I'd never done this with a woman before. Rosalie slid me down her body, until my pussy was over hers. Her thighs parted and my ass fell into the niche.
It felt fucking sublime. My wet flesh was directly against hers. I moved experimentally and groaned at the sensation of it. I watched Rosalie's face as I slid over her, her lips were parted, cheeks flushed and her gaze impaled me, holding me captive.
Her hands were on my hips, still guiding me. I allowed it, revelling in the building pressure inside me. Rosalie lifted her hips and pushed me down onto her at the same time and cried out loudly, my voice blending with hers as we both rapidly approached our climax.
I cupped her breasts while I fucked her, tugging on her nipples. My hips circled faster, forgetting everything as a dizzying rush of indescribable pleasure crashed over me. Rosalie watched me lose it, her expression possessive.
Rosalie's fingers dug into me as her body jerked under mine. I loved the sound she made as she orgasmed. A breathy cry, throaty and intense which caused my inner muscles to spasm wildly.
Fuuuck. It was so good between us. I never wanted to stop.
Our fingers were interlaced and our movements slowed but never stilled, a soft smile on both our faces.
"I love you, Izzy." She told me and my heart contracted fiercely.
I was lost in her eyes, happily drowning, safe and secure.
"I love you too." I said and I'd never meant it more in my entire life.
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"What's her name?" Rose asked some time later, it could have been hours, days, weeks, who knew? Our bubble was impenetrable by time.
"Chloe." I replied, staring at the roof while trailing my fingertips along Rosalie's chest, between her breasts repeatedly. "She's ten."
"I meant what I said - we can get her back for you - completely."
I turned my head on Rosalie's shoulder, so that I could look at her. "How? I don't have enough money to fight Scott."
"You won't have to fight him at all and I have more than enough money for the both of us." Rosalie said confidently. "What he said to you about taking Chloe away from you if you were ever in a relationship with a woman - well that's not legal."
I sat up halfway and balanced my weight on my elbow. "Why are you doing this?"
Rosalie trailed a finger along my lower lip, a soft smile on hers. "I want you to be happy." She said simply. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you so."
"I am happy." I murmured.
And I was.