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Rosalinda quickly hopped out of Alistair's arms, as both people straightened themselves out. Both of their cheeks are red and trying to steady their breathing, as Raven stormed over to the woman.

Grabbing Rosalinda by her face, she slammed her back against the door. The Maltese woman thrashed against her, trying to rip her hands from her face. Raven looked at her, then Alistair, giving a disgusted laugh.

"How dare you replace me with a slut! Especially one who doesn't even deserve your time or patience!" She yelled, as Alistair watched the Latina woman, then his eyes hardened as well. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from Rosalinda.

"Why the hell are you here?! And keep your hands off her!" He yelled, as the two began to yell and scream at one another. Rosalinda rubbed her cheeks and felt a bit of blood that sat inside the small cuts the woman left from her long nails.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly grabbed her things, beginning to put her shoes on, until her arm was grabbed. She was pushed to the floor, as a gasp left her lips when a heel dug into her back.

"What the hell does she have that I don't? She's literal dirt! Wouldn't you rather have a real woman?! And we're engaged and I'm not letting some ugly ass dog slip between us!" She growled above Rosalinda.

She then leaned down, wrapped her hands around a bundle of curls and pulling Rosalinda's head up into an uncomfortable position, the darker skinned woman grunted from the pain and position.

"Go ahead, Alistair! Tell her what she really is to you and get her the hell out of our house!" Raven growled at the man, Rosalinda looking up at the man, his eyes slightly wide and his breathing labored.

He didn't move a muscle, as Rosalinda tried begging with her eyes for some help, as she didn't plan for the night to turn this way. When the man withered away a little and took a step back. The curly haired woman's eyes hardened, as he obviously didn't care about her or the situation she was in.

Rosalinda turned her body quickly, causing the woman to stumble and let go of her hair. She was between the Latina's legs now, as she grabbed her knees and pulled them to the floor as she got up. Raven fell, going face first into the carpet, as Rosalinda grabbed her hair this time, lifting her face to look at her.

"Listen here; you touch or grab me again don't think I won't hesitate to rock your motherfucking world like no one has before. Got it?" She growled darkly, leaning down and digging her knee into Raven's back, causing her to yelp out.

"Y-yes!" She gasped out in pain, as Rosalinda let her go and stood up straight. She fixed her dress and heels, looking over at Alistair, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

"I knew this was a bad idea. Fuck the both of you." She grumbled, grabbing her bag, heading out of the bedroom, fuming from the situation she was put in.

Heading down the stairs quickly, she heard a pair of feet following her from behind, as she reached the last step.

"Wait Rosa-"

"Shut the fuck up Hamelton!" She yelled, whipping around on the step to look up at him from the bottom.

"Keep your hands and mouth to yourself! Honestly, I don't know why I allowed myself to fall into such a disgusting trap and be swayed by you, but we all learn from mistakes, hm?" She hummed up at him with anger simmering inside her.

Alistair began to head down the steps, as Rosalinda quickly turned on her heels and rushed for the door, but was pushed up against it before she had a chance to open it. Turning she began to try and push and punch the man away from her. He grunted and grabbed her wrist, holding them in front of her body.

"Look! I didn't know this would happen and I'm sorry! Please! Don't leave! I haven't felt this way about someone in a long ass time!" He confessed, as the woman simply scoffed and shook her head.

"Get the hell off me and keep all this to yourself! I'm not interested in your drama or the "fiancé" you have!" She growled, lifting her knee up between them and pushing her heeled foot against his chest, as he let her go and allowed her to push him away.

"Just stay the hell away from me, unless we have something to deal with in the diner, okay?!" She told him seriously, opening and slamming the door behind herself as she began to head down the long driveway into the late, cold air.

Taking a deep breath, she began to call a coworker she considered a close friend. The phone rang until a deep and raspy voice picked up.

"Rosalinda, what's wrong?" Randy, her chef, asked tiredly across the other line, as she began to walk down the street, tears beginning to brim her eyes.

"Can I possibly get a ride? I made a mistake tonight and it's too late to call for a cab." She hiccuped, as rustling and quick movement could be heard from the other end of the line.

"Of course Lin, just send me where you are."

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Rosalinda sat at home, sipping a cup of tea to help her relax, as Randy sat across the other end of the couch, looking at her.

"Care to explain what happened?" He asked her calmly, as she glanced over at him, then back down at her mug. Sighing, she set the cup down on the coffee table in front of them, and looked over at him.

"I kinda hooked up with Alistair Hamelton, and his girlfriend was at the house in his room, as she attacked me and he did nothing until I was about to leave, trying to beg me to stay. I just feel hurt that he probably just wanted another body to keep him warm and comfortable for the night." She mumbled, looking down at the mug in her lap then up at the man. A scowl sat on his face, as he shook his head and leaned back on the couch more.

"Look, you'll be alright and honestly it doesn't exactly sound like the way you're making out to be. Explain everything from the beginning before this." Randy said, as the woman took a deep breath and began to tell her whole story from the art gallery and being pulled away into a private room with him and what he said to her.

Randy listened closely and nodded, scooting closer to her and resting a hand on her shoulder and took a deep breath.

"You overreacted." He straight up told her, as her face turned into shock then hardened.

"Excuse me?!" She screeched at him, as he chuckled and shook his head.

"No listen, you reacted well to this "Raven" girl attacking you, but not about the situation the man was in with you. It's not his fault his so called "girlfriend" was there, which is seems that they weren't together, correct?" He asked, as Rosalinda looked down at the floor in thought and sighed.

"No...He kicked her out a couple days before..." She mumbled, hating how he was already beginning to be right in this situation.

"So, maybe keep an open mind to what happened tonight? Honestly, it seems like you were having a good time and you seem to enjoy his company as well, yes?" Randy nudged her shoulder with his hand a little, as the woman blushed and smirked, trying to stay angry.

"Yes, now go home. I hate that you're being right at the moment and it's annoying." She grumbled, as the man let out a deep laugh, running his hands though his black hair, grunting as he stood up, as he was a bit of a hefty man.

"Goodnight, Rosalinda. Think about what I just said, hm?" He smirked, grabbing his keys and jacket as he left the house, shutting the door quietly.

Rosalinda sat there for a while quietly, thinking over his words, until her phone began to ring. She groaned, thinking it was probably Randy who wanted to say one more thing, until she looked at the caller I.D.. She froze a little, letting it continue to ring, but picked it up on the last ring, bringing it to her ear.

"What?" She asked harshly, as her anger simmered back up, as a sigh was heard from the other end.

"Can I come over so we can talk about what just happened?" The business man asked stressfully, as Rosalinda looked at the time and made a face.

"It's 3 AM. If you want company go home and fuck your "not-fiancé"." She seethed, until the line clicked. Rosalinda made a confused face, until her door opened, whipping her head around to see the man walk inside her small apartment.

"Oh no, no, no! Go home! I don't want some fucking pity or so called "forgiveness" with dinner with you again!" She stood up quickly, walking around the couch and towards him.

"I don't want some man wooing me and trying to make everything up with dinner and fucking with my life I don't find that-" She was cut off mid sentence when the man grabbed her face and crashed his lips against her's.

Rosalinda let out a frustrated sigh, beginning to slowly melt into the kiss, but her face hardened again as she pushed him away.

"Oh no! You can't just shut me the fuck up with some nice kisses and little lies-"

"Rosalinda shut the fuck up! I wasn't trying to sabotage the night and push you away because I care and I like you! Now shut up!" He growled at her, as she quickly shut her lips and looked down at her feet. She was standing in front of him in baggy sweats and a cropped tee.

"Oh." Is all she could mumble, as the man sighed and smiled slightly, lifting her face back up, as she looked at him.

"Now, as I can recall..." The man pulled his jacket off and his shoes, laying his jacket on the back of the couch and walked back to the woman. He wrapped his hands under her ass, and lifted her up into his arms, as she clung to him quickly and blushed, looking at him with wide eyes.

"We left off with me walking into the bedroom," he led on, heading to her room and shutting the door behind them.

"And I planned to go as far as you want with your petite figure." He hummed with a smirk, as her face twisted.

"Petite? Excuse me sir, I wear a clothing size a lot of other woman wear and I won't-" Rosalinda gulped back her breath when he kissed her again. He pressed her against the wooden door, gripping her ass again. She let out a muffled moan, allowing him to slip his tongue inside her mouth again. Rosalinda couldn't help but melt against the electric feeling he was sending through her so-called "petite" figure, as he called it.

Rosalinda fought back against his tongue, as he won when she shivered in his arms from his tongue running against the crevasses inside her mouth.

Pulling away a few moments later, as the two took deep breathes of air. Alistair's eyes became more hooded, as he began to trail his kisses down her chin and neck. Rosalinda's hands balled up his shirt into her tight fist, trying to keep her breathing and body steady from how it shook against his touch.

When the man reached her shirt, he pulled away and turned around, tossing her onto her queen-size bed. The woman gasping and bouncing against it, as he crawled over her. Grabbing the ends of her shirt, he began to pull it up, until Rosalinda quickly began to push it back down.

"N-no wait!" She gasped, her breathing staggered as she looked up at the man with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a raised brow, as he began to tug it up again, but Rosalinda pushing it back down. He chuckled and shook his head.

"It's like you've never had a man pull your shirt off and fuck you senseless. Believe me, if your first experience was bad I'll probably make you forget all about it." He gloated, looking up at her, her eyes looking down at her hands, as she began to sit up and scoot back a little to sit up.

"Well, no I haven't had a bad experience with anyone." She said, as he began to move closer to her again, his lips hovering over her own.

"Then what's stopping you? Hm?" He mumbled, lightly pressing his lips against her's, as a shiver ran down his own back from the feeling of her lips.

"Well, because I've never had an experience with anyone." She told him honestly, as his eyes snapped open wide, as he sat up and looked her straight in the eye.

"What? Wait!" He held his hands up for a moment and looked her straight in the eyes. Rosalinda bit her bottom lip roughly and scrunched her body up a little.

"You're like a virgin-virgin-Wait! Are you telling me you've never been kissed either?!" He asked in complete shock, as Rosalinda couldn't help but laugh a little. She ran her hands over her knees and then hug them to her chest.

"I've never been kissed or touched by another man or woman before." She whispered, but audible enough for him to hear. Alistair's eyes widened more, as he moved and sat next to Rosalinda, leaning back against his hands.

"So, I'm your first kiss?" He asked breathlessly, looking over at her, as she nodded, burying her face into her knees. The man smiled and let out a small laugh, sitting up and pulling Rosalinda into his lap, making her legs rest on either sides of his hips.

"So, tell me Ms. Scott, was it a good first kiss?" He smirked, as she laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

"Not sure, I've never kissed someone before so I couldn't compare it to other lips I've never touched with my own." She laughed, as Alistair rested his hands on her hips. He pulled her down into his lap and closer to him, as her chest pressed against his.

"Well, now you can say you've pressed your lips against a perfect pair." He mumbled, as Rosalinda slapped his arms, causing both to laugh, until Alistair began to kiss her again.

"But God, I can't get enough of your's." He groaned against her lips. Pressing his lips back into her's deeper and laying her back against the bed, putting them back into a passionate make out.

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