(Arata)
A blue rose?
The blue rose symbolises uniqueness, a way to show rarity and individuality—boldness.
Did he see like that or was it just pretence?
Befuddled, before I could ask him anything, his phone rang, breaking this trance between us and diverting his attention.
Extracting it from his pocket, he cast a wary glance at the screen and his forehead wrinkled. He answered it and moved away on his long legs. Turning around he placed a hand on the speaker and mouthed out to .
"I will be back at night. Get so rest." With that, he was gone, and I was left with my hand on my mouth, reeling in the aftertaste of his kiss.
Roshra joined in the garden while I was still lost in the aftermath of what had gone down between Karsten and .
Seeing my flushed cheeks, she teased.
"You have my brother wrapped around your fingers. He seed quite smitten."
I offered a shy polite smile.
Our mission had been successful, they had witnessed the kiss from the window. I peeled myself off the bamboo pole and began to take a stroll. Roshra took my arm without invitation and stuck to like a louse does on a hair. She wore such a loud, overwhelming perfu. Was that Greg’s choice? Definitely seed like the choice of soone with that na.
"He is charming, I feel lucky," I shyly answered. It wasn’t a lie, at least the first part and acting shy sold it for .
She let out a horribly fake squeak and squeezed my arm as if we were besties. Her blue eyes glead with excitent.
"My brother has a good heart. He might appear cold at tis or is unable to express his feelings but he will do right by you," she assured . Her styled hair blew lightly in the afternoon wind.
I quietly smiled at her, knowing she would report to Camilla everything we discussed. Both seed close, although they were stepmother and stepdaughter.
I had evening tea with Camilla and Roshra. Their conversation mainly centered around designer accessories and I was easily able to carry the conversation. I wasn’t too peculiar about designer stuff because I mostly preferred what my parents created, but I knew all the trending ones.
"So who is your favourite designer?" Camilla asked, leaning back in her comfortable chair. Her white cardigan had pearls knitted into it which caught the evening sun spectacularly.
"Morcha is my favourite but I love a few others as well," I replied softly.
"Ah! Yes, she is famous for designing plus-size apparels," Camilla quickly answered with an edge to her voice as her cunning eyes dipped to scroll over my body.
Andy had shattered my confidence, but Twisted Rider’s words were still fresh in my brain, and I knew Karsten shared the sa opinion of not body-shaming others.
"As she should be because everyone deserves to look pretty, irrespective of size." I kept the smile going, knowing she was testing by throwing jabbing words.
"Rightly said Arata," Roshra sided with before biting into a coconut biscuit.
Camilla half-smiled but didn’t comnt further. The rest of the tea went without any further incident.
I retired to the room assigned to after that. I had eaten a hearty lunch, so I had no plans to have dinner. My legs were lightly cramping again and I knew lying down would help. The last night had been rough and I didn’t get much sleep.
The room had a very dark vibe to it, from curtains to bed coverings and I knew in my heart this room belonged to Karsten and we would have to share it for tonight.
Taking out the blue rose Karsten had placed in my hair, I carefully placed it in my bag so as not to spoil it.
Changing into comfortable clothes I laid down in bed and soon dozed off. I didn’t wake up until I heard soone calling softly. Dazedly, my eyes opened, and I found Karsten staring down at with hints of concern.
"You feeling good?" He asked, seeing rub my eyes and focus them back on him.
"Yeah! Sorry, I went to sleep." I tried to sit up, hoisting myself over my elbow but Karsten held up his hand.
"No need to apologise and keep lying down. I will sleep on the couch. We will need to share the room for tonight." He turned away and headed for the walk-in closet.
The earlier mont of the shared kiss ca tumbling down over and a warmth seared my cheeks and burnt my ears.
I slumped again on the pillow but felt thirsty. Getting up I grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down. The cold liquid soothed my dry throat but Karsten walked out and parched my throat again.
Sinfully handso, he had black sweatpants hanging low on his waist while a tight half-sleeved tee clung to his body. The serpent with red eyes sneaked out and seed to stare right at .
Raking his hand through his dark hair, he glided over to , and my eyes remained fixed on his hypnotically handso form. Those fully defined lips, how they had blended with mine. I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
Before he could pick up the pillow from the bed, the door had a tiny knock.
"Who is it?" Karsten asked and the door opened to reveal Roshra’s head as she curiously peeked inside.
"I wanted to ask if you needed anything before I slept?"
"No, we are fine. We are just about to sleep," Karsten answered, staying right closer to and the bed.
"Right, good night then. I will be right in the next room, speaking to Greg." She winked and closed the door.
Karsten sighed at her action and turned to face with a solemn expression. His hand went behind his head and his bicep perfectly peaked.
The man was eye candy and not healthy for my lady bits, especially in this condition.
"They will be hearing. Ma still has doubts about our relationship. She felt you were too good to be true. She also believes that a physical relationship ans one is in love. Old traditional mind," Karsten explained slumping down on the other side of the bed, beside .
Sweat broke out on my temples at what he ant.
We couldn’t. I didn’t want to, especially not in this condition but we could pretend.
No one was going to see us, all they had to do was hear.
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