11

Rosalinda sighed in her mirror for the 100th time that evening, as she looked over her outfit. She had put on an old prom dress from her senior year, as it was a hunter green color with spaghetti straps. It went all the way down to the floor and had a little trail in the back, as it also hugged her curves and hips nicely. A slit went up her left leg, as her silver heels sparkled a little from the light that was coming through the slit.

Rosalinda looked at her makeup, as she put on a bit of green eyeshadow to make her green eyes pop and some lipgloss on her lips. She was about to sigh once again, until her phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, it showed Alistair's full name, as she hung up on the call and grabbed her things.

She headed out of her dark apartment, locking the door behind herself, and headed down and outside. She opened the complex doors and head over to the Mercedes that was sitting outside, as Alistair looked up from his phone and his movements stilled.

The man watched the woman sway her hips with ever step, holding her silver bag in front of her. Alistair snapped from his gaze when Rosalinda began to ask him something, as he bit his lip a little from not catching a word she said.

"Could you repeat that?" He asked, as Rosalinda laughed a little.

"I said are you ready? But obviously not, since you keep looking at me, but not my eyes." She said, catching the man take in her figure again, as his cheeks turned into a deep red and looked back up at her.

"Sorry," he mumbled and opened her door, as she let out a full on belly-deep laugh and shook her head, her curls falling more into her face.

"It's okay! Really! I think you look quite flattering as well." She motioned to his tuxedo. A simple black color with a white undershirt and black tie going down and behind the suit jacket. Alistair broke out into a huge smile, which felt odd to his face, as he nodded.

"Well thank you." He chuckled and got into the driver's seat, after shutting her door. He then pulled away from the curb and head down the road, Rosalinda humming to the song on the radio until it changed to another.

"I love this song!" She gasped and turned the radio up a little and began to sing along.

"What happens to a flame when it burns out?

What happens to a love that's not new?

What happens when I'm no longer impressive?

Or when there's nothing left to learn about you?

See I used to wonder about you

What it would be like to love you

Now I've seen every hole in your heart

I'm used to loving slowly

But this time you already know me

I hope you like all the broken parts

Oh, we can't run away from the comfortable

'Cause it's inevitable in love, in love

Oh it's time we make way for the comfortable

'Cause it's already comfortable in us, in us

Save the honeymoon

It's just a puppet show

They say nobody really makes it through

And though a part of me wishes that this was two July's ago

The rest of me is safer here with you-"

"You can sing?" Alistair asked genuinely interested, as Rosalinda stopped singing to the song and raised a brow.

"Anyone can sing along to a song, what's that supposed to mean?" She asked as Alistair erupted into a fit of laughter.

"No! No! I mean you sing well compared to people who can't!" He laughed as Rosalinda's cheeks turned a soft pink color and turned away from the man to her window.

"A little, but only when I wanna..." She mumbled, the man glancing at her and chuckling at her shyness, as Rosalinda felt alone for a moment as she sang to the song.

A few songs later they pulled up to a large museum, as people began to go inside, people taking many pictures of a guest that walked past and a red carpet leading up to the doors.

Rosalinda was snapped from her thoughts of how beautiful the interior must be compared to the exterior, as Alistair held out an arm to her. Resting her hand in the crook of his elbow, like the first dinner they went to. She began to sulk a little at the thoughts of remembering the deal she made with him and getting trapped into the contract.

Once again she was pulled from her thoughts when bright lights began to flash in her eyes. Blocking away the bright lights with her arm in front of her eyes, Alistair hurried her inside the large building.

Rosalinda gawked at the amazing artwork that filled it and how nice the marble floors were, to accentuate  the artwork's beauty. Alistair began to talk to other men, as she felt as though she was only there for arm candy, and pulled away from the man's elbow, before he grasped her hand.

A shock went though the both of them, but Alistair only tightened his grip a little, looking at the beautiful face under the ceiling lights.

"Where you off to?" He asked Rosalinda with a raised brow, as she smiled.

"I just wanna look around at the artwork, that's all." She explained, as Alistair began to walk ahead of her, pulling her along.

"Alright, all you had to do was ask." He hummed, as the woman had a look of confusion on her face, as she was stopped in front of a huge painting of a black woman holding a child closely in tribal clothing.

She smiled a little at the painting and looked at the minute details in the painting, but caught Alistair looking at something else. Turning to him, she locked eye contact, as Alistair smiled and glanced at the painting.

"Enjoying what you're seeing?" He asked, as Rosalinda smiled more deviously.

"I was going to ask you the same thing, since you keep staring at me." She laughed, Alistair pouted and pulled her to the next painting.

"Yeah, yeah. Can't even stare at one beautiful woman without being teased or harassed." He mumbled aloud, as Rosalinda's eyes grew wide. She stopped in her tracks, causing him to stop and look at her with puzzlement.

Realizing he said that aloud and not in his head, he cleared his throat and glanced away from her, pulling at his collar a little.

"You think I'm pretty?" She asked shyly, but with a smile, as Alistair's eyes flickered back to her, as he smirked.

"Actually I said 'beautiful'." He corrected, as Rosalinda began to blush again and her smile widened.

"What's with all this kindness and compliments I'm getting tonight, Mr. Hamelton?" She asked with her shit-eating grin, as the man then took a turn with the blushing. His eyes hardened a little and he began to pull her again, but away from all the people and artwork into a secluded office. He shut the door and turning towards the woman, as the moonlight gave them enough to see one another.

"You're killing me." He groaned at the moon lite woman in from of him, as Rosalinda raised a brow, the smile not leaving her face.

"How?" She hummed, as she knew she bugged him, but didn't think it was too bad. Maybe she'd be able to get her diner back if she kept 'killing' him? But Alistair had other plans, or an idea on the word 'killing'.

He took a step forward and gently grasped Rosalinda's face between his hands, his eyes flickering back and forth from her lips and eyes. He began to lean in, Rosalinda registering what he meant, but couldn't say anything until his lips lightly pressed against her own.

Her body was frozen to the spot, as that spark from his touches before felt harder, but it was so electrifyingly good that she couldn't help but melt into his hold.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt the man deepen the kiss more, Rosalinda moving her lips against his rough, but plump ones.

She shivered when his tongue slipped against her lips, begging for entrance, as she couldn't help but comply, feeling like putty in his hold. His hands moved to her hips and gripped them softly, his tongue darting into her mouth when a moan slipped past it.

A grumble vibrated inside his chest, at the taste of strawberries and cream inside her mouth, as all Rosalinda could taste was the cinnamon and mint he had against his tongue.

Fighting against one another, Rosalinda was able to win by slipping her tongue further into his mouth. Exploring every crease and cavern, until she began to feel her lungs burn with the need of oxygen. Pulling away from his lips, as a trail of saliva was left behind from their sloppy kiss.

"Shit," she finally said breathlessly, as the man began to smirk down at her, bring her closer to his body, until she was flushed against his.

"Wanna lea-"

"Yes." She said quickly, cutting off the man, as his eyes darkened slightly, as he gave a crude nod. Grabbing her hand again, he began to lead her out of the office and through back doors. They came from the side of the building, behind the cameras, heading straight for his car.

Alistair quickly opened her door, as Rosalinda quickly hopped inside. Alistair's smile widened, as it began to hurt his cheeks, he quickly jogged to his side and got in. He began to start the engine, b-lining straight for his house. He blew a couple stop signs on the way from the excitement of getting Rosalinda in his room.

He wasn't sure how far they'd go, but he sure as hell knew he needed this. His mind and body have been craving to get closer to the Maltese woman.

Once Alistair pulled into his driveway, both of them got out, Rosalinda not wasting any time as well. They both quickly head for the door, giggling, as Rosalinda tumbled against the door from the outside when Alistair tripped and little into her. He quickly opened the door, holding Rosalinda closely to him.

He pushed her back up against the door when they were inside and began to kiss her again. He couldn't get enough of her addictively soft lips. Finally pulling away, they both began to fumble up the steps.

Rosalinda began taking her heels off on the way up, as Alistair grabbed each one she left behind. Turning towards him, as she was much shorter than what he was used to that night, as she barely reached his chin. He chuckled and lifted her up into his arms, Rosalinda instinctively wrapping her arms and legs around him to keep from falling.

Alistair held no boundaries, as he held her under her ass. He gripped it a little to hear the beautiful melody of her moan slip past her delectable lips, as he head to his bedroom.

Alistair tumbled in through the door a little, both people giggling and laughing from their lust-filled highs. That was until the lights were cut on. Both snapped their heads away from each other and into the room to see a flushed-face Raven, looking at the two with wide eyes, until they hardened with anger.

"The fuck?!"

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Yaya they finally kissed and Alistair gave into his desires! But damn the cock-blocking Raven that keeps popping up!

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