Chapter Seven
Next day, she didn't see Jaden the whole day. She knew he was upset and she felt guilty. She missed him too much. She went to work in a bad mood. She hated her life.
After work, she went to buy her ingredients. She brought some ingredients for a steak and vegetables and potatoes to make mashed potatoes. She bought some red wine, wine glasses and a dinner set complete with cutlery and went home. Jaden had bought her utensils, pans, pots, spatula and everything else. She was really indebted to that guy. He thought so much about her.
She made dinner and went to take a shower. Afterwards, she wore a beige silk top and a pair of denims and waited for Mr McAllister.
He came twenty minutes late. Instead of greeting her, he was on a conference call on his mobile. He nodded in acknowledgement at her and came inside.
He sat on her sofa and continued with his conference call. Rosalie went to the kitchen to heat dinner.
When she returned to the living room to serve dinner, he was still arguing over his phone. She laid the table and waited for his call to end. He disconnected the call ten minutes later and came to the table.
"That was an important call, I had to take it," he said and she nodded. She didn't care. She just wanted the dinner to end and for him to leave.
"Why are you living in this shabby apartment? Move into my mansion. As it is you will have to after the wedding, " he said, with a stoic face.
"I'm comfortable here. After the wedding, I'll shift.
Till then this will do," she told him.
"Jennifer told me that you left without informing her. That was an irresponsible thing to do. I expected better from you," he said with a disapproving look on his face.
She kept quiet. Why can't he marry his Jennifer. She and her dad could be free then.
"Yuk, who cooked this? It's not edible at all. It's the most disgusting steak I've ever eaten in my whole life. Why can't you learn cooking from your mother?" He said, going to the washroom to wash his mouth.
"I'm done. I have to go to your house now. I will eat there. Think about moving into my mansion. It affects my reputation if my fiancée lives in such a slum," he said, walking out of her apartment angrily.
She stood like a statue. This apartment wasn't a slum. It was all she could afford. Even her dad liked it.
She looked up and saw that Jaden's main door was unlocked and open. She went forward and pushed it to open it further. She went inside, searching for him. Her eyes went wide with horror at the mess. He had thrown glassware on the floor, his clothes also were lying on the floor. A photo frame lay broken on the floor.
It seemed like a tornado swept through his apartment. She carefully sidestepped the mess on the floor and looked for Jaden. Where was he? She went to the kitchen. He wasn't there. She went to his bedroom, he wasn't there, she went to his spare bedroom, he wasn't there. She went to his two en-suites, he wasn't there. She panicked. Where was he? She went to the verandah and gasped seeing him sitting on the floor amidst empty alcohol bottles. Did he drink the whole day?
He was slumped against the wall with his eyes closed. She got down on her knees and touched his cheek, "Jaden, wake up," she said as he slowly opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at her. She could see evidence of dried tears on his cheeks.
She couldn't take it anymore. She just hugged him to her chest and stroked his hair. "Oh, Jaden, why did you torture yourself like this?" She mumbled, as tears fell from her eyes.
"D D Did you kkk kiss hiimmmmm?" He slurred, his eyes closing.
"No, I didn't. He was on a conference call. Then he spit out my dinner and left angrily saying that I should move into his mansion and leave this slum," she said, anger flashing in her eyes at even thinking about him.
"Willll youu?" He asked.
"Never," she said, stroking his hair. "Get up, Jaden. You need to go to bed," she said.
"Your bed please, " he said, looking at her hopefully.
"Ok, " she said. She tried to pick him up but failed. He got up and staggered to the front door. He picked a bunch of keys from a bowl near the entrance and locked his door.
They went inside her apartment and she locked her door. She led Jaden to her bedroom and helped him lie down. He unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, leaving his shirtless, muscular body exposed. Rosalie looked down embarrassed.
"What are you doing?" She asked in confusion.
"I sleep naked," he said and her eyes widened with horror.
"Please, Jaden," she pleaded as her cheeks flushed with colour and heat.
Jaden grinned and unbuttoned his jeans. Rosalie couldn't take it any more. She ran out of the room to her kitchen. She stored the dinner in her refrigerator. She washed the dishes and cleaned the table. Then drinking a glass or warm milk, she tiptoed back to her bedroom. Hopefully Jaden had gone off to sleep.
She tiptoed inside to see that he was asleep under the duvet. His clothes lay strewn all over the floor. She picked them up and folded them, keeping them on her chair. Then she changed into her pyjama shorts and a tank top and climbed onto the bed, on the other side.
She was just about to doze off into sleep when Jaden's two strong muscular arms pulled her to flush into his bare body.
She blushed crimson as she felt his bare body against her own. Oh God, how would she sleep now? His arm tightened around her waist and she turned with her back towards him. She could feel his bare leg brushing against hers, causing goosebumps all over.
She slept soundly and felt warm and comfortable. The sunlight streamed in through the window and she opened her eyes slowly. It was morning already. Suddenly she became aware of something poking her. She blushed to a fiery red when she remembered.
Jaden loved the feel of her soft creamy body against his skin. He just didn't want to leave her and get up. His hand caressed the soft skin on her waist which was left bare as the top rode up.
"Jaden, go and get dressed, please," she whispered.
"No, why should I? I want you to see me, touch me, feel me," he said, turning her around and climbing on top of her.
She closed her eyes. "Jaden please go and wear something," she pleaded.
"No," he said, picking up her hand and placing it over his arousal. "Touch me, I'm dying for you."
She stroked him gently, lost. She wanted to let go but couldn't. She wanted to stop but couldn't. She kept on stroking him as he grunted with pleasure.
His mouth claimed hers in a fierce kiss as his hand went under her top and stroked her breasts. He pulled it over her head and threw it somewhere. His mouth left hers and clamped onto her breasts sucking them.
His hands pulled her shorts down. He had lost all control. All he could think of was her. He had to be inside her. He made love to her slowly, gently till they reached their climax. They were lost in their world to realise what they had done.
