The Boss's Bizzare Devotion
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ADRIAN POV
As I gazed at Rose sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her strength.
Despite the dark circles and stress etched on her face, she still radiated a beauty that captivated me.
I thought back to the scene at the bridge, her desperation, and her courage. She had fought hard, even when life seemed too much to bear.
I chuckled to myself, remembering the vomit on my coat. It was a small price to pay for the sight of her safe and sound in my home.
I had meant every word I said earlier - I wanted her to be my bride.
But why?
Was it solely because I wanted to help her, to protect her from the storms of life? Or was it something more?
I couldn't deny the spark I felt when our eyes met, the way my heart raced when she was near.
As I watched her sleep, I realized my motivations were no longer entirely altruistic.
I wanted to be the one she turned to, the one she trusted. I wanted to be the one who made her smile, who wiped away her tears.
But could I admit that to her?
Or would I continue to hide behind my gruff exterior, afraid to reveal the truth - that I, too, needed saving, and only she could do it?
But will she accepts me?
I wanted her to be my bride because I don't want to lose her. I soon realised I can't stay a minute away from her.
I'm hellbound to this woman.
ROSE POV
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As I slowly opened my eyes, a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince.
I tried to remember how I got there, but yesterday's events were a blur. I vaguely recalled being at the bridge, feeling desperate, and then... nothing.
Panic set in as I realized I was in a strange room, surrounded by unfamiliar walls and furniture.
But this was no ordinary room. It was cozy, with warm lighting and plush carpets.
The bed I lay on was incredibly comfortable, and the sheets smelled of fresh laundry.
I spotted a bottle of hangover medicine on the nightstand, along with a note that read: "Come downstairs when you're ready. -A"
I took the medicine, hoping it would alleviate the pounding in my head.
As I made my way downstairs, my mind raced with questions.
Where was I?
How did I get here?
And who was A?
The clinking sound from the kitchen and the aroma of freshly cooked food drew my attention.
I entered the kitchen, and my eyes widened in surprise. There, standing by the stove, was my boss, looking adorably domestic in a apron.
He was expertly flipping pancakes, his eyes fixed on the pan.
My mind struggled to process the scene. My gruff, demanding boss, the one who always seemed so intimidating, was cooking breakfast in his cozy home, looking like a perfect gentleman.
I felt like I had stumbled into a parallel universe.
He looked up, caught my gaze, and smiled.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?"
I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to say or do.
My eyes widened as memories of the previous night came flooding back.
I remembered standing on the bridge, feeling hopeless, and then... his strong hand grasping mine, pulling me back.
I recalled the relief and gratitude I felt, followed by the shocking moment when he asked me to be his bride.
The thought had been so overwhelming, so unexpected, that it had made my stomach turn.
Literally. I had vomited all over his coat, mortifying myself in the process.
My face flushed with embarrassment as I stuttered,
"I-I'm s-so sorry about... about last night. Your coat... and... and what you said... I don't know what to say."
My boss chuckled and turned off the stove, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Don't worry about it, Rose. It's just a coat. And as for my proposal... well, I suppose I shouldn't have sprung it on you like that. But I meant every word. I want you to be my bride."
I felt my cheeks burn even hotter as I looked away, unsure of how to respond.
I had never considered him in a romantic way before, but there was something about his kind and gentle manner that made me feel safe, made me feel like maybe, just maybe, this could work.
But why me?
Is he doing this out of pity?
Oh no!
He walked towards me, his movements calm and reassuring.
"Sit down, and let's get some food in you, you must be starving .We can talk about everything later, okay?"
Almost immediately my stomach grumbled, my face flushed.
I nodded, still feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed, but also curious about what he had meant by his proposal.
As we ate in silence, I couldn't help but wonder how he knew my favorite breakfast dish.
The pancakes were fluffy, the bacon crispy, and the fresh berries added just the right sweetness.
It was as if he had been watching me, studying my preferences.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Had he background-checked me?
Did he know more about me than I was comfortable with?
After we finished eating, he cleared the plates and turned to me with a smile.
"Now, let's get you out of those clothes. You can't continue wearing that."
I was taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
"You need new clothes, Rose. Something that fits you properly. I'll take you shopping today."
I was stunned.
Were we... dating? Already?
I hadn't even accepted his proposal, and yet he was acting like we were a couple.
"Uh, I don't know..."
I stammered.
He chuckled. "Don't worry, I just want to help. You can't go back to work looking like that."
I looked down at my worn-out dress, feeling a mix of emotions.
Part of me was grateful for his kindness, but another part was wary of his intentions.
"Okay..." I said finally, unsure of what I was getting myself into.
He smiled and held out his hand.
"Great. Let's go."
I took his hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touched.
What was happening?
My boss had gone werid...
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- Writer
