Rosie's Obsession

Chapter 30 — Matchmaking 101

Henry's POV

“Much better,” Denise said, adjusting my bow.

I kissed her forehead softly, smiling as she giggled shyly.

“Let's go.” She urged, and I complied.

“Rosie!” Denise shouted, “Thirty minutes is up, Rosie. Let's go.”

We both waited.

I faintly heard Rosie's door open and close.

Then her footsteps, as she descended.

The first thing that caught my attention was the silver pair of heels, then the floor-length dark red dress.

The dress had a large slit stopping just at her thighs, revealing smooth tan skin.

My mouth watered instantly.

I tried pulling my gaze away, but I couldn't, something about her kept me rooted in place.

My eyes trailed upwards, lingering on the swell of her breasts, accentuated by the strapless dress.

My tongue darted out, licking my bottom lip.

Fingers clenching by my side, as I resisted the urge to slam her onto the dining table and f**k her into oblivion.

Jesus Christ.

For f**k's sake, Henry.

(Her mother is standing right beside you.)

But I couldn't find it in me to care at that moment.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her gaze drifting towards mine with a smug look in her eyes.

Oh, she damn well knew what she was doing.

“What do you think, Mum?” Rosie asked, moving her gaze from mine, to Denise.

Denise looked as flabbergasted as I did… with a much different thought in mind than mine though.

“Whew…” Denise said, after a while of staring at her daughter. “I didn't think you'd take the whole matchmaking thing this seriously, baby.”

“Matchmaking?” I echoed, staring at Denise.

“Yes… I told her I intend to pitch her to every nice guy we meet at the Goldwells tonight.”

My fingers fisted by my sides.

Jaw clenched tightly.

I stared at Rosie again…

Only to find her already staring at me with a knowing look in her eyes.

Over my dead body, was I going to let some boy lay their hands on her.

Ravish her.

Pleasure her.

Not when she was looking this beautiful.

This… sexy.

Not when the dress clung tightly to her skin, the same way I'd fantasize about clinging to her.

At least not like this…

Not when she was looking like she wanted my c**k ramming inside of her right here…

Right now.

And definitely not when she was staring at me, looking like she was…

Mine.

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Rosie's POV

God knows I'd have given my left t**s to know what was going through Henry's mind right now.

Although it wasn't very hard to deduce that he didn't seem happy with mum's idea.

Tough luck dude.

“This is perfect, Rosie—”

“Are you sure Rosie's comfortable with this idea of yours?” Henry bit out, voice strained.

“Of course she is, Henry. Right Rosie.”

“You're the ones wasting time. As for me…” I trailed off, flicking my hair to the side. “I'm ready to meet my dates.”

My gaze trailed from Mum, to Henry.

“I do hope I get to connect with a nice dude.”

“See… she's really looking forward to this,” Mum said, chuckling softly.

“Indeed, she is,” Henry gritted, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Alright, let's go.” Mum said, walking towards the garage.

I made to follow after her, but fingers wrapping around my arm stopped me.

“Are you trying to tempt me, Rosie?” Henry whispered.

“That depends…” I drawled, licking my lips. “Is it working?”

He stood still.

Silent.

“Do you want to find out?” he asked, in a husky voice.

I swallowed hard, my heart beating fast.

“Try me.”

His fingers left my arm, then intertwined with mine.

He slowly brought my hand towards him.

Then—

Hard.

Good Lord.

It was freaking big… and hard.

Fuck.

My n*****s tightened, desire pooling between my thighs.

To think little ol me, made this man...

Someone who carried the essence of male in every fiber of his being.

A man who could have any woman he wanted.

To think that someone like me put him in such a position—made my heart swell with pride.

“Do you understand what you're doing?” he asked.

I squeezed his d**k softly, chest swelling further as I elicited a groan from him.

“Trust me, Henry. I understand it very well.”

I pulled away, trying to hide how much he affected me too, as I rushed after mum.

“Where's Henry?” Mum asked as soon as I came to the garage.

“He should be out in a bit.”

After, he calms his raging hard on.

As I said, Henry came out, wearing a dark coat over his suit.

“Do you think that is necessary?” Mum asked, eyeing him weirdly.

“Yes, Denise. I find it quite fitting.” Henry bit out.

I snickered softly, Henry glared.

“Alright then, we'll take the Range Rover SV. You're driving.” Mum said, tossing the keys to him.

He caught it, going to the driver's side.

Mum got into the passenger side, while I took the back seat.

Soon enough, the car pulled out of the garage and onto the road.

Henry's expression stayed stoic throughout the ride, fingers gripping the steering wheel like it was the cause of his problems.

No matter how many jokes Mum cracked, it just didn't soften his cold exterior.

Although, the gentleman in him still forced him to smile sporadically, so Mum wouldn't notice.

“You have reached your destination.” The GPS said, as our car stopped in front of a black gate.

Henry rolled his window down, pulling out an ID.

Until after it was scanned, the gate finally creak open.

Our car rolled in, stopping in front of a small fountain, then we got down.

The front door opened and Miss Goldwells came rushing out.

Mum shortened the distance, reaching her in no time as they both hugged each other.

“It is so good to see you, Denise.”

“Likewise, Abby.”

Abby stared at me as I walked forward.

“Good evening, Miss Goldwells,” I greeted.

“Come here, will you?” she said, pulling me in for a hug. “You've grown so much.”

“Of course she did,” Mum said, smiling.

“Beautiful and sexy, might I add.”

I blushed, twirling my hair subtly.

Abby's gaze drew to the sound of a car door shutting.

Then finally—

They landed on Henry as he stopped in front of her.

“My, my, who in the world is this gorgeous specimen, Denise?” Abby asked, eyes wide.

Mum laughed, while Henry plastered his fake smile on his face.

“Meet Henry, my fiancé.”

“You don't say…” Abby murmured, staring at Henry like she was starstruck.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Goldwells,” Henry said, holding out his hand.

“Please, call me Abby,” Abby said, taking his outstretched arm.

“If you say so, Abby.”

Abby blushed slightly.

“Pardon my manners, please come in.”

And so, we followed after her.

“You would not believe who came back this evening, Denise,” Abby said, as she closed the door behind us.

“Your grandfather?”

“Not that old bastard,” she said, with a slight sneer.

“I'm guessing it's someone important.”

“Of course… it's my son, Andrew.”

“Oh my,” Mum said, gasping in surprise.

“I remember him and Rosie used to play a lot back then, right Rosie?”

“Yes, Miss Goldwells.”

“What do you say to catch up with each other? I mean it's been a long time.”

“I don't mind that,” I said, smiling.

I glanced at Henry from the corner of my eye.

And oh boy…. He looked about ready to commit murder.

“That is perfect. By the way, you look absolutely stunning, Rosie. I'm sure Andrew wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of you.”

I laughed, ducking my head shyly.

“Come with me,” Abby said, grinning. “I'll see you both in the dining room, Denise.”

As she began pulling me away.

I risked a glance at Henry.

Only to find his gaze on Abby, eyeing her as though she were his enemy.

First order of the night.

Matchmaking 101 was in full swing.

And depending on how things played out.

Someone was either going to get punched or worse.