Rosie's Obsession

Chapter 23 — Strip For Me Rosie.

I peeled my eyes open as my stomach growled in protest.

(Guess your fasting phase has come to an end.)

“Shut up…” I groaned, struggling to stand up from bed.

I trudged to the bathroom, choosing to wash away the tears and filth first.

I peeled my clothes off my body, then turned on the shower.

“f**k…” I exhaled, shoulders sagging in relief as soon as the cool water touched my skin.

I took my time, rubbing and scrubbing. As if that would cleanse the events of the day from my mind.

By the time I was done… I felt much better.

I slipped on my bra and panties, then a large T-shirt and shorts.

I combed my hair, pulling it into a loose bun, then I headed downstairs.

As expected, the house was quiet.

Even when mum wasn't working, she always found a way to keep herself busy.

“Like running away can solve anything.” I murmured, heading to the kitchen.

(Says the person who does nothing but sit in unprocessed feelings.)

I scowled, pulling the fridge open.

“I guess noodles would do…” I hummed, tapping my chin thoughtfully.

“I made spaghetti.”

I shrieked, holding my chest in fright as I turned around—staring at Henry in shock.

“Jesus Christ,”

Henry walked into the kitchen, carrying grocery bags.

“Sorry for scaring you,” he said, placing the bags on the counter as he began pulling out their contents.

“Try not to do that next time,” I murmured, scowling at the floor.

“It's in the fridge,” Henry said, suddenly.

“Huh?”

“The spaghetti, it's in the fridge.”

“Ohh…” I opened the fridge and took out the pot.

“I figured you'd need replenishment once you wake up.”

“Thank you.” I murmured, placing the pot on the lit gas.

And so… we each did our thing.

Me waiting for the spaghetti to warm and Henry placing the things he bought in their position.

After a while… Henry left the kitchen, disappearing to God knows where.

My spaghetti was soon ready, and I took it to the dining room.

I didn't see Henry as I sat at the dining table. I didn't see him as I ate my food… but as soon as I finished.

“We need to talk.” Henry said, walking in.

I rolled my eyes, headed to the kitchen, then I dropped my plate in the sink.

“Rosie—”

“For. Christ's sake, Henry. This new you is annoying as fuck.”

“Same goes for you.”

“I'm not the one who rejected me, only to suddenly start following me around, ‘Mr, I'm not starved of p***y because I have so many women flocking to me,’” I mocked, trying to imitate him.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn't say pussy.”

I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I murmured, making my way upstairs.

He blocked my path.

“Will you just listen to me for a second…” Henry drawled, sighing in exasperation.

I tried sidestepping him, but he blocked me again.

“You're being quite annoying today, Henry,” I commented with a scowl.

“I'm not giving up till you listen to me.”

I glared at him…

Long and hard.

(What's the harm, Rosie? Give the poor man a chance.)

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as I tapped my feet on the floor.

“Fine… I'm listening. You have until five sentences to grab my attention—and trust me, I mean it.”

He smiled softly. “Bossy.”

“That's four remaining sentences.”

He licked his lips and muttered a quiet,

“Shit.”

“Three.”

His eyes widened in surprise.

“Seriously?”

“Two.”

“Can you just…” he groaned, rubbing his temple in frustration.

Although I tried to clamp it down, I couldn't help the small smile that graced my lips.

“I'm still waiting, Henry,” I muttered, dryly.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a seat.

“I'm sorry about everything…” he trailed. “The constant rejections and mixed signals.” His tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip.

“I don't know how to put this…” he said, tapping his fingers on the table steadily.

Hold a minute—was it me or did Henry look…

Nervous.

Wonders will never end…

To think even Henry could get nervous.

Oh, I was aching to hear whatever it was, that was making him nervous.

“I've come up with a solution that'll be beneficial to you.”

I frowned slightly.

“A solution that might help you in your studies and also…” he trailed off, “ease your s****l urges.”

Was it me or did I just hear…

“What?” I screeched.

“You heard me, Rosie.”

“I actually did, which is why I'm a bit skeptical if I truly heard well or… what do you mean by everything you just said?”

“What I mean is…”

Say it already.

He clenched his jaw, gaze drifting everywhere, desperately trying to avoid my eyes.

“What I mean is…”

Come on, you handsome bastard.

“Fuck.” he muttered, standing up abruptly as he walked towards me.

“What are you—”

Hands gripped my waist, heaving me up.

I screeched, wrapping my legs and arms around him.

“What are you doing, Henry?” I asked, in a panic as he walked forward.

“You'll see.” He ground out.

His long strides carried us quickly, around the corner.

Although part of me melted against him, the rest of me felt overwhelmed.

“Put me down.” I squeaked, my heart beating fast.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

Oh Lord.

Soon enough, I heard a door open and shut behind him.

Then my feet touched the floor.

I stumbled back a bit, leaning on the desk behind me.

I craned my neck, staring at his looming figure as my heart thrashed wildly in my chest.

“What is the meaning of this, Henry?”

“What do you think?” he replied.

My pulse skipped

He stepped back, positioning a chair in front of me before sitting down.

My skin tingled. At the back of my mind, I had an inkling as to what was about to happen, but I didn't fully understand how… or why?

“What is going on, Henry?” I asked, my voice surprisingly quiet.

He stared at me deeply and intensely.

“What you've always wanted.”

I ripped my gaze away, staring at the floor instead.

“I don't understand—”

“I'll make you understand.” He cut in, softly.

My breath hitched at his tone, and I gripped the desk tightly.

“I'll make you understand…” he trailed off, his gaze holding mine for a long moment.

“After you strip for me, Rosie.”