Stop gazing!
"Stop fucking him with your eyes." Shit! She noticed me again while watching her brother, but what can I do? He's incredibly gorgeous. Tall with broad shoulders. The moving muscles of his physique make every woman’s heart bleed. His long, dark brown hair is knotted behind his head, but it feels silky and smooth from here. My hands long to touch him with every inch of my body.
Not now.
Never.
He seems to have noticed me observing him. His dark green eyes sparkle in the light. He's looking through every window, like if he's seeking for something. But then he turns and is preoccupied with his work. They ignored me again. Disappointment appears again in my eyes or in my heart. Again, he ignored me.
He lied.
He betrayed.
"No, I am here. Just get some fresh air and look at the flowers."
"Oh no, there's nothing wrong with watching flowers with a handsome bee who runs around on flowers." Jessie is aware of every move I make toward her brother.
Ronald
She understands how much I care for her brother. The day they arrive as maids in my home. I'm standing far away from him. He gazed directly into my eyes, and my entire world turned upside down.
I was five years old when my father hired them for employment. My recollections will never fade because I recall him from the first day. These stunning green eyes caught my breath. There is something wonderful about us. He is my first male friend, and possibly my last. His mother is Mrs. Laura, our major head cook, but she seems to despise me. When I am with her son, she behaves differently and looks at me with narrowed eyes. When no one else is present, she rants at his son.
On the other side, Mr. Carlo is always a great and loving person. I thoroughly appreciated his company. He resembles my father. Every day, he would give me a flower and wish me a good day. There is so much contrast between his parents. One side is quite soft, whereas the other resembles a hard rock.
"Well, it's not just you who's eating him; see around." Jessie jerks her chin toward the main gate, and two girls in less formal attire keep an eye on him. I despise girls because they constantly hurl themselves at him, but I know him very well. Ronald is always mine, and no one will take him away from me. We may be on different levels, but love knows no boundaries.
Love sees the heart and soul in which individuals are always willing to bleed.
"Shit! You're hearing your heartbeat. You know, inform him..."
" Inform him what and who's him?" My heart halted for a second. He's standing behind us. When did he enter the room? Why am I staring so intently?
Never mind.
"Tell you that she's in love with you." Her comments made my heart skip a beat. Oh no. No.
There's nothing wrong with
"Jessie, can you..." Jessie winks at me before he finishes his sentence. It's just me and Ronald. His footsteps are getting closer, and I am trapped in my place. My hands shook, and I was getting chilly from sweat. The heat from his body brushed my back.
"My little Rosee turned around." Shit! He begins calling me Rosee Posee when I am six and he is ten. He usually adores my bodyguard in front of everyone, but when we're alone, he distracts me with his strange behavior. He tugged my hair, making me weep. But when I began crying, he gave me chocolate and candies since he dislikes my tears. He made me happy and gave me a bunch of flowers when I was on my first period. I always put him first. My initial kiss. When he kisses me on my birthday, he gives me a shudder and then pauses. We had never been on the same page when I discovered him with other girls over the years. He obviously had sex, but that doesn't concern me right now. These are only recollections now that I lost him years ago.
"All I'm doing here is asking you to my birthday celebration." I invited him without turning around, knowing that if I did, they would see me weeping for him once more. It's not that I want him; he saw me weak again.
"You are eighteen years old."
"As if you were forgetful." It took me a little prodding to find my space. For me, ending things with him feels like a warning.
"Rose."
"Please refrain from. Please don't destroy what I think is a wonderful day. Arrive and depart." His pulling me in toward him caused me to lose my tracking. I could smell the strong scent of flowers and perspiration all over his body. Something about his bare chest begs to be touched.
"Tell me that we are alike. It's only a miscommunication, and you already know that I'm always yours, Rosee." Rosee How blatantly false was it? It's not miscommunication. He told me falsehoods. I was duped by him.
"Misunderstanding? I observed you with her."
"How in the world did this happen? Ronald Jesus." A voice startled us both, and it was Ronald's mother. Ronald shoved me out of his way. Yes, how could I have forgotten that he is her mother's puppet?
"I warned you not to associate with wealthy men. When she throws herself at someone, she always looks for a chance, and if she doesn't feel complete, you're simply garbage." She watched me as she spoke, saying everything. How unkind is she toward me?
"Mom, that's not the case."
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