Chapter 3 - Playing roles

Flashback

Troy's POV

"So Hector, are you studying in England? You aren't British; I know it because of your accent." She asked softly as took a sip from her red wine.

"Yes, I am on a vacation. My main residence is in New York. But I am studying at Harvard. So I live in Boston for now. I will graduate this year. And you? You aren't British either." I asked, giving her a bright smile.

"What a coincidence! I am from New York too. But I got a scholarship and moved to London. I am studying at university here. I am a sophomore." She replied, smiling, and sipped her drink.

"Is your family still in New York?" I asked curiously. "Maybe we are in the same neighborhood as well." I gave her a wide smile.

"I don't think so. My family isn't rich like you." She commented and emptied her glass. Then she ordered another glass of red wine again.

"Where do you know my family is rich?" I asked, giving her a questioning look.

She smiled wickedly and pointed to my watch and clothes. "Your watch is a Rolex. Limited edition." She winked at me and continued confidently. "Your shirt is from Armani, jeans from Calvin Klein, shoes from Valentino. All of them are original and the latest collection."

I raised my eyebrow at her, impressed. "Hmm. Someone is a fashion addict?!" I grinned.

"My major is fashion design. So it is my job." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and sipped her drink.

"Don't you go fast?" I commented, gesturing to her glass.

"Life is short. So we shouldn't waste time." She winked at me and clinked our glasses. I grinned and took a sip from my drink.

After talking and drinking for a while, Rose grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist as we started dancing. She leaned her head against my chest, closing her eyes while we were dancing. My nostrils filled with her bewitching scent. Jasmine. I closed my eyes, leaning my head towards her head and lost myself in her beautiful scent while holding the black-haired angel in my arms.

"I like you, Hector; you look like a sincere and humble person." She confessed as she pulled back slightly and gave me a sad look. "It is rare." She added, forcing a smile.

"Thank you. Umm... Are you okay? You look sad. I noticed it before too, but I couldn't ask..." I shrugged my shoulders without finishing my sentence.

She smiled sadly and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for your concern, but I am fine." I smiled. "I need to use the restroom." She informed as she pulled back.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" I asked, concerned. She was tipsy. Yes, I was a little drunk too, but not as much as her.

"No. Thanks. You are a real gentleman." She smiled warmly and stroked my cheek tenderly.

I smiled, enjoying her warm touch, and informed. "I will wait for you near the bar counter." She nodded and walked towards the restroom.

I got worried about Rose as she didn't come back. It had been almost thirty minutes. Did she feel bad? She was drunk.

I placed my glass on the table and went towards the restroom. I bit my lower lip, staring at the door while thinking.

I can't walk into the ladies' room. But how will I know if Rose is fine or not?

I sighed and called her behind the door.

A few seconds later, the door opened and a girl walked out.

"Excuse me, Miss. Did you see a girl in a red mini dress? She has black hair and brown eyes." I asked, concerned.

"Yes, she is vomiting." She replied and walked away.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed and rushed in. Fortunately, there was no one inside.

"Rose! Are you okay?" I asked, worried as I saw her leaning against the wall beside the sink counter. Her face was pale.

"Hector..." She mumbled, grinning, and threw her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her quickly, catching her before she fell down.

"Let's go." I suggested while holding her against me firmly by wrapping my arm around her waist and helped her to walk out.

"What is your address?" I asked as I got in the car after helping her to get in the car.

"I don't want to go home." She mumbled and leaned her head back against the headrest. "I don't want to be alone tonight." She added sadly, closing her eyes.

"Rose?" I leaned towards her and tapped her cheek gently. I sighed as I understood she fell asleep. She looked so cute when she was sleeping. A lock of hair fell down her face. I smiled, watching her and tucked the lock of her hair behind her ear.

I pulled back and started the car. I didn't have another choice, but to take her to my hotel.

I parked my car in front of the hotel and looked at the angel beside me. She was still sleeping peacefully. I opened the door and got out of the car. Then I approached her side and opened the door. I unfastened her seatbelt and scooped her up in my arms.

She wrapped her arms around my neck while opening her eyes slightly and nuzzled up against my chest. I smiled, looking at the angel in my arms, and carried her to my suite.

I closed the door with my foot and carried Rose to my bedroom. Now she was staring at me, her eyes half-closed while smiling. Suddenly, she covered her mouth with her hand as her expression changed.

Shit!

I tried to take her to the bathroom quickly, but I was late. She vomited on her dress and my shirt. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

"Sorry." She mumbled shyly.

"Let's get us clean." I suggested and carried her to the bathroom.

I set her on her feet carefully as we walked into the shower. She leaned against the tiled wall and ruffled her hair. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off.

"You should take off your dress. Do you want me to help you?" I asked softly.

She nodded as she straightened and turned around, pulling her hair to the side. I approached her and started unzipping her dress. I tried not to look at her body as much as possible and grabbed our dirty clothes. Meanwhile, she took off her underwear. After putting them into the laundry basket, I turned on the water, trying not to look at her as much as possible.

I put some shower gel on the wash cloth and started washing her while trying to look at her face, not her body. She was standing barely and staring at me, smiling without taking her eyes off me for a second, making me lost in her beautiful eyes. Our situation was already so tempting, but when she looked at me like that it was more tempting.

After washing myself too, I rinsed the shower gel. Then I turned off the water and thanked God that this torture ended.

When I wanted to grab a towel, she grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I gave her a puzzled look. She smiled seductively as she closed the distance between us and kissed my chest, resting her hands on my shoulders.

Fuck!

I pursed my lips together, trying to hold myself.