Chapter 4
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With two small movements, his chest brushed against hers and it suddenly felt like it was really just the two of them left in the entire world.
And Rose… She could not lie to herself.
She needed something.
Something different, maybe risky… Just something that would replace her chaotic thoughts, even just temporarily.
Pressing her fingers into her phone, she nodded slowly.
Carefully, this man’s lips landed on her right cheek.
She could not deny the bang that went off in her heart.
That feeling grew bigger when he went on to kiss her other cheek.
Her forehead.
The gap between her brows.
Then, a small spot on her nose.
Her heart now racing, Rose became more tempted, especially when he paused to look at her tenderly and carefully circled her waist.
“That should be enough,” he breathed against her lips while bending his knees to get better access to her eyes. “I uh…” He carefully loosened her grip on the phone and took it. “I’ll see you in a week, Rose.”
Closing her eyes briefly, she wished she could record the way he said her name.
It truly was calming and enough to erode Richard’s poison.
“Wait,” she stopped him from turning, “will you tell me your name?”
“See you in a week,” he repeated, his brief smile making her smile for a second.
“Wait.” She glanced at Richard. “He’ll wake up, right?”
“Give it some time.”
“Like three hours?”
“Is that how much time you need?” he asked, and she nodded. “You’re good to go.” Contrary to what he said, he walked closer to Richard and slapped the man’s head. “Now, you are very good to go.”
“Uh… thank you?” She was unsure how slapping his head would help solidify his unconsciousness, but then, it was a satisfying sight.
Without a word more, the man walked out, the swag in his steps adding to his overall allure.
Afterwards, Rose proceeded to clean the mess in the room before dealing with the mess in her life.
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Rune refused to rush out because he wanted to believe that Rose would trash her one-week ultimatum and accept his help.
But nothing of that had yet to happen.
Disappointed that he was unable to convince her to leave her hell, he considered getting rid of her husband for good, but he cautioned himself before his brute nature could take up the suggestion.
True, based on what he had just witnessed in Rose’s life, his anger boiled into fury, and he needed a way to let it out; he should have hit that bastard harder.
But, for the woman who he was now sure was his mate, he would recline his emotions.
He would wait for her.
Then, he would go to her, refuse any refusal she puts up and make sure that henceforth, he wakes up with her next to him everyday.
Once Rune resisted the urge to look back, he treasured the feel of her skin against his lips, increased his paces and tucked the phone Rose gave him into his pocket, after which he brought his phone out to text Symon, who was hopefully no longer as pissed as he was when he saw Rune leaving his interesting show.
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With a grunt and eyes filled with tears, Rose pinned her husband to the dining chair.
She summoned all her strength to tighten the rope, glueing him to the seat.
In the past, the only time she wished to tie up her husband was when she imagined the many ways their bedroom fun would progress.
She always suspected that her husband had a fetish of being submissive in bed, so she prepared herself before their wedding and got some kits with the help of Hannah, the shoemaker next to her shop.
“You should have loved me right, Richard,” she whispered as she glanced at the whip staring back at her from its box.
Laughter from the TV reacted to her statement, so she abandoned the idea of whipping her husband to watch how blissful their wedding day was.
Oh, what a great day it was.
That day, Rose was not saddened by the slightest thing. Even her lack of family members could not crush the massive smile on her lips.
Anyone could see that Richard was enough for her; he was all that mattered.
As she focused on the smile she carried, Rose wondered if there was a way for her to go in there and tell the twenty-five-year-old her to run away.
But then, even if that were possible, Rose knew that past her would not listen.
That was how much Richard meant to her.
Rose turned her eyes to TV Richard, who could not stop watching her affectionately. Back then, she blushed because of it.
Now, she wondered if, during all that staring, he was plotting how to destroy her life.
“What next?” Rose weakly asked herself once she summoned the strength to turn off the television. “Should I close down my shop? Where do I hide once I escape?”
Her plan was simple.
She was going to wait till Sunday to make a move. Despite his plan to keep her locked up, Richard would have no choice but to take her along to church because he would not want people asking questions.
“Argh…” She scattered her hair. “I should have told that sexy man to meet me at the church.”
She could tell that the stranger would play a significant role in her escape, he would be a great protector in case Richard moves mad.
“Well, I can text my phone from my laptop. I hope he sees the message.”
She leaned back, her hand underneath her chin. “I only have the next one hour to close down my shop. Or should I wait till Sunday? I should drop hints as well. Hannah and Sister Debbie will report to the police if my plan does not work. Right?”
Doubt muddled her thoughts, but she quickly shook her head and got up.
“This has to work, Rose. Richard does not love you anymore. Do not get confused.”
After glancing at her tied-up husband, she walked past him and went to the kitchen for a water bottle.
Unfortunately, when she reached half of the bottle, she started feeling funny.
Her feet wobbled, she failed to find support, slumped, and slipped into the unknown world.
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