Rose

My scars make me beautiful

I am beautiful

I am beautiful

I am beautiful

I kept telling myself those three words in hope that eventually, I would finally feel that way. But I did feel a lot better compared to how I did before that night with Cris.

I hated how I left things with him. I didn't regret sleeping with him because I loved every second of it, I just wished I didn't give into the temptation of him. It was a one off.

But I still couldn't stop thinking about him. I thought all my feelings would change but they hadn't. I still craved the man.

As I stood in the mirror, I adjusted my shorts and stared down at the scars covering my body.

Scars make me beautiful

Scars make me Rose

Scars make me ME

I gently pulled my hair into a high yet loose ponytail at the top of my head and my eyes went down to my neck.

Damn

I took my makeup brush and began covering the hickeys on my neck as much as I possible could. It took a while since there was a lot.

Should I even be wearing this?

What if they hate my scars?

What if they think I'm disgusting

What if -

No what ifs

I'm fine

I look and am beautiful

I can wear whatever I want because these scars make me ME

"Bad bish," I whispered to myself, remembering Cristiano's words. I smiled a little at the thought of him then frowned as I realised that I still needed to talk to him.

I sighed, leaving my bedroom and jogging down the stairs.

I missed Blaze.

It wasn't the same not having the little girl around anymore. I had known her for months and began to understand the young girl. But I was glad she was with her family, home and safe. I kept reassuring myself that she was better off with them as they were her family who loved her.

I entered the kitchen, taking a granola bar and eating it quickly.

"Is that all you're gonna eat for breakfast?"

I turned and faced Gage, a surprised look on my face. I shrugged, finishing it and tossing the wrapper in the bin. "I'm not too hungry." When I looked up at him, I realised where he was staring. He quickly met my eyes and cleared his throat, masking the fact that he was looking at my marks.

I wrapped my arms around myself uncomfortable; my body warming and my face falling. I bit my lip, hesitating before asking quietly, "are they that bad?"

His grey eyes met mine and he shook his head, giving me a kind smile. "No. If anything, you look more beautiful."

I looked at my arms and frowned, shaking my head to myself. "How can you say that? They're gross - what was I thinking wearing this?"

I went to leave but he gently pushed me back, his hands on my shoulder as he gazed into my eyes. "Rose, you're not just beautiful; you're strong. You overcame those marks and now they're your armour of power. Wear it with pride. Stop hiding it from the world because they all need to see it."

My face softened as tears came into my eyes and I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you," I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed as I tried not to cry. "I really needed that."

"I know," he softly replied, his hand going up and down my back slowly. "If you're ever upset, Rose, you know who to come to. We don't have to be living together for us to talk. I'm never far away."

I nodded against his chest, sniffing quietly. I pulled away and sighed before giving him a smile. "I think I'm gonna go and box."

"I would go with you," Gage began before adding, "but I've gotta go to this check up appointment with Genevieve and the baby. They're waiting for me in the car. Thanks for the teddy by the way; Gen and Roman love it."

I waved it off. "It's fine; don't worry. Have fun together."

He smiled before bidding me goodbye and leaving the kitchen. I heard the front door close and sighed.

Jordan, Cameron and Skye had gone for a day out which meant that it was only Cris and I home. I didn't know where he was but I was trying to avoid him anyway. I felt bad.

I left the kitchen and exited the loft, about to run down the stairs until I noticed Cris by the bag, a girl not too far away crying. Pausing, I stood, watching them from above. They hadn't noticed me yet.

"-please! I have no where to go and I-I just can't go back! I just need some money and-"

"You fucked up your life. Not me. Get out."

"No, please!" She sobbed harder, her whole body shaking my heart went out for her.

"All you'll do is spend it on sex and drugs-"

"No - I've changed, alright?"

"I don't have time for all this bullshit."

"Cris! Please! Listen to me!"

"I'm listening," I said confidently, beginning to walk felt the stairs casually. Both of their heads snapped towards me as I got closer, swinging over the ropes and entering the ring, my eyes on the girl.

She was short, blonde with brown eyes. Not much to her.

I met her eyes, just as she finished analysing me as I had done to her. "Who's this?" My eyes flickered over to Cris, who's eyes were on my arm. They snapped upwards and met mine. "Ex."

"You seem to have a lot."

The girl wiped her eyes, uncomfortably staring at the floor.

I took out my phone, going on Google and saying, "your bank details?" She gasped quietly before meekly telling me and I transferred a large amount of money in her account.

"Use it well," I said, emotionlessly.

She stared me in shock before nodding and stuttering, "t-thank you. I will. Thank you so much, you don't realise how badly I need this."

"Oh, I do," I replied in a more softer one. "I've been where you are." She gave me a small smile before thanking me once more and leaving, closing the door behind her.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know," I quietly answered, handing him the punching mitts. He slipped them on as I took my gloves, strapping them on. "But I did."

"That's because you're so sweet," Cris said as I began throwing punches at the mitt, ignoring him. "And smart, and funny. . .and got a lot of anger in you." I punched harder, a small chuckle leaving my mouth.

"So, Vanessa, blondie, are they're any other exes who like to stalk you?"

He laughed, taking my hits well. "See, you should explain to me as to why that concerned you." I shrugged, breathlessly throwing more hits. "I'd like to know who else has fucked the man I had."

"Hmmm. . .jealous, are we, baby?" He chuckled, a wide grin extending on his playful face. I rolled my eyes and snorted, giving him an 'as if' look.

"I mean, I can't blame you. The way you dripped for me that night, it'd be horrible to know that other girls seem to have the same effect."

I glared at him, punching as hard as I could, grunting with each punch. He took a step back, his eyes filled with surprise at the mightiness of my fists.

"You weren't even that good."

I regretted what I said immediately, realising how big of a lie I had bursted out. There was no way he believed me and I knew I had messed up and lost in our petty argument.

His face suddenly changed and he placed his mitts down, pushing me and moving me against the ropes, his body intimidatingly looming over me. My eyes expanded and I blinked a few times, realising how close our faces were together.

His hand slid up, gently resting around my throat and I tensed up, my heart thumping against my chest roughly. I struggled to meet his eyes and his free hand lifted my chin so I was forced to gaze into this mesmerising eyes of his.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, do you wanna repeat what you said? I don't quite understand bullshit."

I squeezed my thighs together, tingly sensation burning between my legs. I heated up too quickly, our eyes locked and our faces inches away from one another. His eyes dropped down to my lips, then to my chest.

He chuckled deeply, his eyes moving upward and meeting mine as I swallowed roughly, nervous. "If I just. . ." His hand slipped under my crop top, slowing moving under my bra as he said, "touch these." His hand rested upon my cleavage before sliding down and going under my bra.

"They're almost as hard as my dick is for you."

Holy cakes

His thumb brushed over my nipple gently before his hands moved out of my shirt and I exhaled shakily, my heart racing as his eyes began lustfully gaze into mine.

I pushed him, scooping up the punching mitts and throwing them at him. He caught them and shoved them on and I threw a punch at his left hand, more harsher and angry.

"Can't deny how you're feeling," he teased in a sing song tone as I kept hitting and hitting his hands. I growled, throwing another hit harder, my eyes shooting daggers at him. "Someone's angry. Want me to relieve that stress?" He wriggled his eyebrows, giving me a suggestive look.

I rolled my eyes. "Please, don't. It's not like you could."

"How about something?" Cris asked, pushing my gloves away and coming closer, his sweaty, pushed out chest right in front of me. I looked up at him, his intensely electric hazel eyes gazing down at me.

He took off the mitts, both of us breathlessly looking at each other.

"I can get you dripping and fucked just how you like, whenever you want, if you decide on something."

I hesitated, looking up in curiosity in his deep hazel eyes. I licked my lips, taking off my gloves before asking, "decide on what?"

"Just sex only relationship."

"Just sex?"

"Just sex."

Then my hands went to his face and I pulled him to my lips, both of us intensely kissing each other.

His hands roamed my body, as mine did to his and we fell back, our bodies on the ground of the cold ring but it didn't even matter.

My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands going down to check him.

Yup, hard as hell

I moaned as he pressed himself against me, the two of us making out as if there was no tomorrow.

Then his hand slipped down my underwear and I gasped, pulling it out and moving away from his lips, pinning his hands on the top of his head as I straddled him.

He gazed breathlessly into my eyes, a playful look on his handsome face.

I held onto his wrists and he held onto my hips, pressing himself against me. I held back from moaning and he could tell, getting what he wanted by teasing me.

His eyes dropped down to my cleavage and I rolled mine, lifting my crop up some more so he wouldn't peek as much.

"We can't do this," I said, my eyebrows creasing. I sighed, shaking my head. "This is a bad idea."

"Just tell me why. You always say that," Cris replied but he wasn't angry. In fact, he knew I didn't have a reason why and would get his way. My lips parted and I hesitated, unsure of what to say and the smirk on his face grew wider as his hands rubbed my hips.

"Because she knows you're just gonna mess up her life like you did to ours."

My head slowly turned and I gasped quietly in surprise.

I met another pair of hazel eyes.

The man was tall and muscular with an expensive, black suit on his body. His hair was messy by the wind but it added to his attractiveness. He was definitely hot with a chiseled face and strong jawline. He would win any women over.

Then I realised something.

Cris sat up abruptly, a shocked look on his face. I turned my head, glancing between the two of them before gasping and covering my mouth, my eyes wide.

Holy shit!

"Vincenzo."

The man, who could pass as Cris's twin, extended what seemed to be a playful yet sarcastic smile. He waved a little, leaning against the wall casually.

"Hello, brother. Miss me?"

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