Chapter 8 - Crazy night

Five years ago

Troy's POV

"Be quiet" She whispered as she walked towards the garden carefully.

"You will not need to say it twice." I muttered nervously and followed her while checking around. My heart was pounding. It was the craziest thing I did in my entire life. It was totally wrong, but I couldn't let Rose be on her own either. If my mother found out about it, she would have a heart attack.

"Hector, look. It is so beautiful." She whispered in awe, gesturing to the pink flower in the middle of the bushes. It was really beautiful. I had never seen these flowers before.

She examined the flower attentively and smelt it, closing her eyes. Meanwhile, I was watching her, a smile on my face.

After she had taken a few photos of the flowers, she approached me.

"Let's go." She said, smiling. I nodded and held her hand.

"Who is there?" Suddenly, we heard an angry voice approaching us.

"Shit!" I exclaimed nervously.

"Run!" Rose exclaimed and started running, gripping my hand.

I helped her climb the tree, then I climbed too in a hurry. I grabbed her hand, and we ran towards the motorcycle.

As soon as we got on it quickly, she started the motorcycle. I looked behind us while she was driving fast. Fortunately, the man gave up as he understood he couldn't catch us. I heaved a loud sigh while my arms were around Rose and leaned against her, trying to calm down.

Phew!

After touring the city for a while, we were sure that no one was following us. Then Rose drove to my hotel.

I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall in the elevator. I was angry at Rose for dragging me to someone else's house and myself because I followed her like an idiot. I didn't want to imagine what would happen if the security guard caught us. Yes, she did it for just her design, not for something bad, but still it was illegal. And I didn't want to get arrested because of some stupid flower even if it was exotic and rare.

"You are crazy! Because of you we almost got arrested." I snapped in frustration as I couldn't hold myself anymore.

"Chill out! It was adventurous. Don't you think?!" She said calmly and gave me a warm smile.

"No!" I scowled and shook my head in disbelief as I breathed deeply.

"Come on, grumpy. Don't be angry at me." She said, smiling as she leaned towards me and placed her hand on my cheek.

"You are crazy." I commented and sighed.

"Thanks." She beamed at me. I shook my head and pursed my lips together, trying to hold my smile.

"I know how I will make it up to you." She commented, giving me a devilish smirk as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing herself against my bulge.

I was trying to open the door while we were kissing passionately. As soon as I opened the door, I dragged her inside without separating our lips. I closed the door with my foot and pushed her back against the door.

She giggled as she ran her hands through my hair while my lips moved from her lips to her neck, placing several kisses, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned as I bit her neck.

I pulled back slightly, still holding her against the wall, her legs around my waist and pulled a foil out of my pocket.

"I am prepared this time." I said, grinning as I shook it in front of her. She looked at me, puzzled, then a wide grin appeared on her face.

"Perfect. I hope you bought a few boxes, not just one." She commented seductively, winking at me, and brushed her lips against mine.

I rolled over, panting, and looked at the ceiling, trying to control my breath. It was....amazing.

"Wow!" Rose exclaimed, lying on her back, and turned towards me. She placed a soft kiss on my chest and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her forehead.

"When are you supposed to go back?" She asked as sadness crossed her features while moving her fingertip in a circular motion on my chest.

"Yesterday." I replied and chuckled. She lifted her head up slightly and looked at me, grinning.

"I am glad you stayed." She confessed softly and kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and rolled us over, kissing her fiercely while I moved my hand along her body to the south as I pressed my member against her, making her moan.

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Rose was strolling down the aisle in the supermarket while I was following her. Then she stopped in front of different types of condoms.

"So which one do you prefer?" She asked, grinning as she pointed to the condoms.

"Why are you grinning?" I asked, raising my eyebrow as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Just thinking that we used three boxes of condoms in four days." She winked at me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and brushed her lips against my lips.

"I cannot take my hands off you. It is your fault." I winked at her as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her fiercely. She pressed herself against my bulge, gripping my hair as she deepened the kissing.

"Shameless! There are kids around."

We pulled back slightly and looked at the older woman who was giving us a nasty look while holding the little child's hand. Probably, he was her grandchild.

"Umm..." I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable under the woman's gaze. It felt like he was trying to kill us with her gaze.

"Why? Can't I kiss my husband?" Rose asked as she pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the woman. I looked at Rose, dumbfounded. What was she doing?

"Even if he is your husband, it doesn't mean you should behave like this in public where there are kids around." She stated bitterly.

"I know how to behave around children. We have a child too." She lied, looking at the woman, and smirked while I was watching their exchange speechless. "Let me show you his photo. He is such a cute little man." Rose added, smiling, and tapped something on her phone as she pulled it out of her bag. I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"Look, his name is Alec. He is two years old. He is so cute, isn't he?" She approached the woman and showed her our imaginary son's photo.

"Yes, he is." I looked at them in shock as the woman's expression changed, and a smile appeared on her face. "He looks like his father." The woman commented and looked at me, smiling. My jaw dropped in surprise; I couldn't catch what was going on anymore.

"Yes, he is." Rose agreed, nodding, and smiled at me.

She is really crazy! I couldn't hold myself and smiled.

"It is injustice. I carried him for nine months in my womb, but in the end, he is a copy of his father." Rose commented and sighed.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I couldn't hold my laugh.

"Look, he always laughs when I complain about it. He says I am jealous because our son looks like him, not me." Rose pouted as she gestured to me, pretending to be offended. The woman smiled while I looked at Rose with wide eyes.

"Don't give him attention. Men will never understand what it is like to be pregnant." The woman commented and gave me a dirty look. My jaw dropped as I looked at him, dumbfounded.

What did I do? They act like I am an unthoughtful man who doesn't help his woman and take care of her while she is pregnant nor helps her with their baby.

What baby, Troy? What the hell are you talking about?!

I cleared my throat and gave Rose a dirty look. She pursed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I gave her a death glare after the woman had left.

"Shouldn't you tell me something?" I asked with a serious expression.

"No." She mumbled and pursed her lips together, amused as she approached me. "Sorry. She annoyed me. So I wanted to have a little fun with her." She gave me an innocent smile and kissed my cheek.

"Why didn't you tell me about our son?" I grinned, unfolding my arms.

She grinned. "Shut up! Let's choose." She gestured to the condoms.

"Ok, at least tell me, where did you find the photo?" I asked, amused.

"On the Internet. We are lucky I found the baby to look like you." She winked at me arrogantly. Then she narrowed her eyes, placing her hand on her hip, and asked seriously, looking into my eyes. "I hope I don't need to know anything about it."

"Huh?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"You don't have a secret child, do you?" She asked firmly.

"Rose, really?" I asked in a serious tone. "He isn't mine. I don't have any children." I confirmed.

She chuckled. "Calm down, Hector. You always take everything so seriously."

"You remind me about someone I adore." I commented, emphasizing the word 'adore', and rolled my eyes.