A Little Touch Of Roses episode 30

A Little Touch Of Roses

🥀🥀🥀 Kemmy B. Gabriel 🥀🥀🥀

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🌹 Chapter Thirty: make your move 🌹

🌸 Sakura’s standpoint 🌸

Rosita and I were coming back from sisters bonding with the girls. Since she came out about her being our biological sister, mom had her all to herself the rest of the week. I was only able to steal her away because she begged and we went out with the girls where we talked to her about the possibility of her and Zed. We were sisters and we were able to make her open up and cry her eyes out, telling us her fear that she might hurt him.

We assured her along with Romi who the girls really liked. They didn’t know she was an android though. That part was a secret. Romi went back to rest since she had been active since Wednesday and it was Sunday. Zedekiah was back from Korea like we were informed so Rosita returned to get more mom comfort to face him and confess her feelings to him as encouraged by us.

We were in the foyer when we both froze at the disturbing mo-ns coming from Reece’s room. My jaw dropped while Rosita looked at me with equal wide eyes.

“No, he didn’t,” she whispered with disbelief.

“Reece-senpai, faster… Ah… Oh… h-rder…”

“Oh my shit,” I mouthed before she cupped her mouth and laughed silently. I was in shock. The fact that my introvert and super cool younger brother was f-cking a girl in his room wasn’t settling in. By the voice, I knew it was his new girlfriend.

Rosita tiptoed to the door and slid it open a little as she giggled. I stalk to her and looked in too. I almost scre-med from the scene. My brother was jackhammering into the small bodied girl in a wheelbarrow position, her body resting at the edge of the bed. And she was pleading and urging him to go faster which my dominant brother was more than happy to give in to.

“Wow,” Rosita mouthed before laughing. I held back my laugh. She pointed at the floor. I mentally counted the used c-ndoms on it. I was quite surprise that they knew how to practice safe s€×. It meant they had been doing it for quite a while now.

They recently started dating, so it meant they were already having s€× before he came to realise he liked her. My brother was no longer a V-rgin. Rosita slid the door shut and motioned for me to follow her. I followed her back to the living room as she giggled.

“Our brother has spoilt someone’s fourteen years old daughter. I can’t believe… Whoa!”

“Wanna give him a heart attack?” I smirked.

“Damn! I’m so tired!” She shouted loudly. We broke into a silent fit of laughter when we heard a loud thud from his room. “Reece ought to be home, I need to ask him something,” she quickly walked towards the foyer while I followed. Reece tumbled out of his room in his boxers, almost as if she pushed him out.

“Reece?” Rosita asked with feign shock. I give her applaud for her acting skill. Reece stood up straight and laughed nervously. “Why are you sweating so much?…”

“Gym! I was doing some few stretches,” he lied too quickly, “you know, to get more muscles,” he twisted his body to prove his point.

“Ur… Does exercise makes boys… You know, ho-ny?” I asked with pretend confusion, looking down at his standing boonga. It was funny seeing my brother like that. He immediately palmed himself as a red blush spread across his cheeks.

“Sorry, sometimes this happen so… You know… Er…” Rosita tilt her head curiously.

“Who’s in,side your room?”

“No one!” He shouted. “I mean, no one. I honestly was seeing a p-rn movie,” he murmured shyly. Rosita chuckled and waved him off carefreely.

“If mom catches you, you are dead,” I warned.

“Yeah?”

“You are too young to be f-cking people’s daughter, Reece, so don’t you go trying to sed-ce innocent Asami, okay? Is she a V-rgin?” He nodded sheepishly but muttered a “was” under his breath. Rosita smirked.

“And you are already dreaming of pounding her small little p*ssy?” The look on his face almost made me blow our cover.

“She’s not that small! A little tight but she fits in…” He clamped his hand over his mouth. His torso was beginning to flush too.

I gasped dramatically, “you are already sleeping with her!”

“No,” he lied, removing his hands, “I only saw it once but accidentally and since then I haven’t stop thinking about it. Sorry if I disappoint you, Oneesan,” he said lowly. Rosita gave me a look which I caught and nodded. So he saw her unclad and lost it and that resulted to them… Wow.

“I’m not, you are a guy after all. Just promise you will be careful and wait until you are sixteen, okay?” He nodded with guilt in his eyes. Rosita shrugged and waved him off. “Go back to your p-rn and jerk off or something, that thing is disturbing.” With that she walked into our room. I walked past him and patted his shoulder before walking into our room.

Immediately I shut the door, we broke into another fit of silent laughter. We both got to our beds and threw ourselves down. I trusted that Reece could take care of himself. He just needed to be more careful choosing his f-cking location.

Later at night, we told mom about it. Mom is a cool mom so we knew she would only caution him after teasing him. Teasing him without her would be lame.

Mom gave us a cheeky grin when Reece walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Rosita wiggled her brows at her. She giggled and cleared her throat.

“The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow
And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van The Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance
And now I’m singing like…”

“Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my wa-ist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead…” Rosita joined mom’s singing. Singing that was confusing Reece.

“I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body
Last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
Every day discovering something brand new
I’m in love with your body” Reece wasn’t getting it, so it wasn’t making the tease settle well.

Rosita sneered and looked at mom for ideas. Mom smirked and nodded, creeping Reece out. “Okay…? I’ll just go,” he closed the faucet.

“Reece, I heard you are a man now,” mom blunted out. Reece choked on his saliva while I burst into laughter.

“Way to nail the coffin shut, mom,” Rosita laughed. “You should have been there, mom, your son was hot! He has stamina!” Reece’s face turned red.

“And the girl was taking everything like a champ,” I added, “even I can’t handle that kind of hammering, and I’m seventeen!”

“Ahem,” mom said smirkingly. Reece melted to the floor and started crawling away on his stomach, something that made us laugh until our stomach hurt badly. When we laughed enough, we went to find him to continue our tease-sing.

“Give it to me, I’m worth it
Baby, I’m worth it
Uh huh I’m worth it
Gimme gimme I’m worth it…” Mom started as the song played from my phone. We bursted into a loud shout, including Bloom who didn’t even know why we were singing. Reece almost entered the chair.

“OK, I tell her bring it back like she left some
Bring it bring it back like she left some
In the club with the lights off
Whatchu acting shy for?
Come and show me that you’re with it,
With it with it with it with it
Stop playing, now you know that I’m with it
With it with it with it with it with it
Whatchu acting shy for?” Bloom sang along with mom.

“Just gimme you, just gimme you
Just gimme you, that’s all I wanna do
And if what they say is true
If it’s true, I might give me to you
I may talk a lot of stuff
Guaranteed, I can back it up
I think I’mma call you bluff
Hurry up, I’m waitin’ out front” Rosita sang. Mom and Rosita twerked in front of him while Bloom sang and laughed.

“Give it to me, I’m worth it
Baby, I’m worth it
Uh huh I’m worth it
Gimme gimme I’m worth it
Give it to me, I’m worth it
Baby, I’m worth it
Uh huh I’m worth it
Gimme gimme I’m worth it

It’s all on you, it’s all on you
It’s all on you, so what you wanna do?
And if you don’t have a clue
Not a clue, I’ll tell you what to do
Come h-rder just because
I don’t like it, like it too soft
I like it a little rough
Not too much, but maybe just enough.”

“Oneesan! Stop encouraging them!” Reece finally shouted. Rosita bobbed her head and pushed her butt into his face. He pushed her off as we laughed. Okay, maybe being in the middle of four girls wasn’t a good idea.

Heh, after the joke, mom is gonna kill him.

Odin’s standpoint

The guys and I simultaneously ran our fingers into our hair with a heavy sigh as we watched Zedekiah puke into the toilet for the seventh time that night. It was frustrating us on how much he was drinking. His manager called us and asked what was wrong with him on Wednesday, that Zedekiah wasn’t behaving well and was being snappish and rude.

Then on Thursday, he got into an actual fist fight with Tegoshi. If it wasn’t for Dae-woong and his friends, Duri, Young-ho and Jeong-hoon, he would have really wounded Fueki. Apparently, Fueki started making nasty comments about Rosita at a small gathering party, openly talking about her body and Zed lost it. That immediately sent him back on Friday. Dae-woong and Jeong-hoon came along to make sure he was okay.

Meena and I explained to dad that Zed was going through hærd times. That he was madly in love with a schoolmate but didn’t want to date her because he didn’t want to breach the contract again. That definitely made them leave him alone and were talking about changing the contract to secret dating. Not that it would have changed anything if he wanted her.

Though he wouldn’t tell us what, something happened between them and Rosita must have ripped out his heart for Zedekiah to immediately throw himself into drinking and crying over how she would never love him. We had to explain everything to Dae and co and they completely understood.

“He’s been drinking too much, he can’t handle himself. We need to get him that girl before he kills himself,” Jeong-hoon said reasonably. We all looked at Meena and Alyssa who were leaning on the doorframe.

Meena shrugged while Alyssa sighed, “he needs to come to school on Monday, we are going to convince her that dating him is okay tomorrow. Her brother gave us the exact words to use and we know she will fall for it.”

“He can’t last,” I said sadly, looking at Zed who had pass out on the cold floor, partly in his own vomit. “Monday is just too far,”

“We’ll keep all drinks away from him, help him last,” Cedric said determinedly. “I’ve never seen him like this, it’s scary.”

“Yes, it is,” Darra whispered. “We have to find a way to convince Oneesan or Zed might hurt himself,” he said with a little fear. I doubted that he would, but again, love is weird.

Alyssa was barely ever serious, but she was that moment. She pushed herself off the doorframe as she dialed a number.

“Who are you calling?”

“Her friend,” she replied smoothly.

“I’m sure Yuki has no idea,”

“I wasn’t talking about Yuki,” Alyssa said softly. The call connected and a wide smile spread across her l-ips, “Tenny-Demon, guess who?”

“Wait, no squealing, fake enthusiasm, demon instead of something that deals with rainbows and unicorns?” The person on the other side of the phone gasped. “Who are you and what the f-ck have you done to Sparkle Princess!”

“Ten, I’m fine…”

“Have you finally being knocked up?” She rolled her eyes, “that prick head cousin of yours finally dead?”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“Wait, for real? Zedekiah has kicked his lame ass bucket?”

“It’s Rosita…”

“What! What’s wrong with Jemmy? Is she okay? She hasn’t being answering our calls, is she dead? Don’t tell me that bloody cousin of yours finally got her pregnant!…”

“The f-ck, Ten! Let the girl speaks before you frighten her. Do you always have to be a duncebag!” Another deeper voice asked.

“I’m a catastrophic annihilator, thank you very much. And you know what I plan on doing? Finding that prick and mmph mmph…” His rest words were muffled. Alyssa giggled.

“Lys, what’s wrong with Rosita?”

“Just she and Zed and their usual fights, but this time, it gets worse. Something must have happened between them and now Zed won’t stop drinking. I think your sister ripped out his heart or something. I’m angry. What should I do? He needs to calm down…”

“They need to f-cking stop this childish thing, it’s getting annoying… Please don’t tell her I said that or she’ll lock me up in her basement again with her pets,” he pleaded, “when did it happen?”

“Sunday,”

“Then I’m sure Romi must have talked some sense into her. All you need to do is somehow find a way to convince her more so she’ll listen and things flow naturally. On no account should Zed try to talk to her until she talks to him or she will change her mind. Rosita is a complicated girl…”

“Zed is drinking, he won’t last,” Alyssa whined. The other talkative snorted.

“Just fill his room with roses and he would start thinking again. Those two babies have a lot in common than they think,”

“Ha! Guess who just got a record of you calling her a baby,” the deeper voice laughed.

“Terry, delete it!”

“Beg me,” Alyssa hung up and looked at me.

Get roses, got it.

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Well, the roses worked. When Zed work up and perceived them, he spent his day thinking in silence and actually ate. The only problem was that he disappeared during the night and left his phones behind.

Screwed!

Zedekiah’s standpoint

I gro-ned with hands over my capped head, head down to hide my face. I escaped from the house, from my room, from everyone. I just need a drink, something to calm me down before I lost all my shit. I was already losing it over her. I wasn’t one to easily crash, but I did it most times when I lost a good deal and when Thalia and Kanna left me for Tegoshi. I was doing it again and this time it was worse as the real girl was the one I’d lost.

Her father called me, he called me when I was in Korea and told me to leave Rosita alone, that he didn’t want me for his daughter anymore. He told me that things would never work out, that choosing me was a mistake. He was going to talk to my father, to cancel our betrothal and return the ring he took from dad. He was replacing me with Terrison, that bastard. He didn’t want me anymore and I knew Rosita would obey because she never disobeys him.

Dad promised to try to convince him for my sake, but the feedback was nothing close to good news. Neither of them was speaking and mom told me they had a fight. Dread and darkness loomed ahead. The clouds of depression and sadness was floating over my head. I didn’t know what to do so I drank it all away.

The heaviness and seriousness of the situation was pressing down on me. The fight between her father and mine was serious like mom said, which meant they might fall out and that was officially the end of Rosita and I; even before we started.

The agony and pain was too much, and I couldn’t tell anyone. I drowned in my sorrow, tears and alcohol all by myself. Rosita wasn’t even happy with me, she would agree. The other thing was the text message I was staring at as tears fell down from my eyes.

Terrison sent me a victory text. He had always been in love with her, even if she was too blind to see it. His love for her was beyond mine, he cared about her and he was also a good guy. The only thing that stopped him from making a move on her was her father choosing me. With the go-ahead, he was going to take her away from me. He was the only competition, the only other person Rosita liked.

Doomed, I was doomed.

“Sir, I think you have had enough shots,” the bartender whispered as he slid my bottles away. “Drinking doesn’t really solve everything,”

“Or anything,” I added, “but it does numb one off the pain,”

“Why not face it head-on?”

“Because I would crash into a wall stronger than China’s and die,” to crown it all, I missed her, I wanted her or else madness was waiting for me.

“It’s a girl problem, isn’t it?” I nodded, still not raising my head. “Whose fault?”

“Mine,” I whispered.

“Then apologise to her,” it wasn’t as simple as it sounded. Apologising never took the pain away, wouldn’t change her father’s mind. Rosita didn’t want me, she didn’t need me, she needed someone better. I staggered to my feet, dropped every single money in my wallet and swayed my way out of the bar.

The bar was close to her penthouse, just few blocks away. It was at walk limit but I wasn’t going to go there. She didn’t need me. Yet, I found myself knocking on her door and ringing the doorbell, mind clouded with determination to get anything from her that would keep me in check.

Even if we didn’t end up together, even if Terry ends up taking her, I want the memory of being her first, to have something to cherish when she forgets about me and move on with him.

And that, I would get.

🌹 Rosita’s standpoint 🌹

After teasing Reece, I left to my penthouse for peace and quiet, and to also rehearse what I would say to Zed. The wh0le thing had me in a panic frenzy, but I was preparing for it.

It was 23:00 hundred hour when Romi informed me that Zedekiah was at my door and drunk. I was just coming out of the bathroom. I hurried to the door and pulled it open. I however wasn’t expecting the impulsive move he made the moment the door opened. Zed staggered in, pushing his weight on me and squeezing me to him at the same time.

“Whoa, big guy, easy,” I said in confusion. Immediately the door was slammed shut, he spun us around and slammed my back on the door. I squeaked with surprise and looked up to see his eyes had changed. The green had darken and mix with the golden brown, his pupils almost thinning out like a cat’s. Guess I was right about the ho-ny eye shades.

I gulped as he pressed his body to mine. He looked terrible. “Zed, what… What are you doing?” I gasped out.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you and everything I’m going to do. I’m sorry, you are going to hate me after this but I f-cking need this or I’ll lose my mind.” He said helplessly and apologetically.

“What are you…” He cut my question off as his l-ips came down on mine. The shock left me paralysed. The guy I was thinking about just showed up at my doorstep and k-ssed me.

Unbelievable!

His tongue slip over my bottom lip roughly, demanding for permission. I was still in shock so I couldn’t react. A growl left his throat before he palmed my ass, making me gasp and giving him the entrance he sought. Sparks tingled at the surface of my skin, from my ass and h¡p where his hands were.

It wasn’t a soft or gentle k-ss, or a slow one with peaceful passion. It was one of those wild k-ss, the rough ones that just set your hormones on fire and force you to strip until you wake up unclad the following morning.

I k-ssed him back with as much force and demand as he wanted, once I snapped out of it. On instinct, my hands went around his neck, into his hair and on his chest. I had to stand on my toes to keep up with the intensity of the k-ss. Our l-ips moved together in sync and in a particular rhythm. It was wild and filled with hunger, the unspoken words that buried itself in our hearts.

I pulled at his silky hair, loving the sound of him mo-ning into my mouth as we stumbled across my living room. We barely made it anywhere, don’t even know which part of the house we were when he picked me up and lifted me against the wall so my feet wasn’t touching the floor. He pulled away, his hungry and starved k-ss moving from my l-ips to my jaw and my hands desperately trying to leave his hair so I could stop him before we did something stupid.

“Zed, stop, please,” I pleaded. Instead of replying, he moved his soft l-ips back to mine and k-ssed my brain off again. He continued to k-ss me and he began heading to somewhere, bedroom perhaps.

The sparks ignited again, rising every suppress lust I’d ever felt and turning it to the beast of my doom. I felt myself being lowered on the soft mattress of my bed, him steadily pushing me back until my back was pressed against the bed and him over my body and between my thighs. And all this while, he didn’t break the k-ss.

His hands glided across the surface of my b-obs which were barely covered, causing butterflies to set off in my stomach and heart pounding in my chest. The fire spread everywhere he touched and travelled down to my soaking core.

This is not going to end well.

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To be continued.