Rose

I tried my hardest not to stare but I couldn't help it. My own eyes were on on his red-rimmed ones, with patches of purply-green bruises around the area. Swelled and badly affected, he could barely see.

I looked away, my chest aching with guilt. Gage did not deserve it. I stood, about to leave until his voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Rose. ." He croaked, before automatically spluttering as he coughed, his whole body shaking violently a little on the bed.

I approached him again with a small smile, my eyes meeting only one of his his that managed to open. He smiled a little though it looked more like a grimace in pain. Wincing, he managed to slightly sit up, clearing his throat.

"Thank you."

I shook my head, still kindly smiling as I held his hand. "Don't thank me," I softly told him, my heart rate increasing. "I'm just glad you're okay."

He smiled, sighing gently. "R-"
The door interrupted us by opening, the sexiest man alive walking in. I was awestruck by his powerfully, alluring entrance, my heart skipping a beat as I stared at him, my mouth going dry.

Those brown eyes had a touch of green and a splash of blue. They were enchanting and I could almost see a beautiful forest in them with an autumn's touch.

They flickered over to me and my cheeks automatically went red, my breath hitching and my eyes averting elsewhere as I composed myself. Letting my fingers run through my hair, I tried to distract myself from his attractiveness. I looked down at my pyjamas, staring at the faded Spongebob on my leg.

When I met them again, they were no longer on me but on a crippled Gage who still managed to crack a playful smile.

"So. . .who's getting murdered this time?"

With a roll of his eyes, Cristiano sat down on the couch not too far away from Gage as the Jordan took a seat on the side of Gage's bed, whilst Dax leaned against the wall, a bored expression on his face.

"Gage, man, I seriously didn't mean for you to be dragged into this mess-"

"We're family," Gage disagreed, firmly looking at Cris. "We share mess. But it's been going on for ages, bro."

"Yeah, and what if they come for Rose?"

My eyebrows raised a little and all eyes were on me. I curiously looked back. "Who. . ? What's going on? What happened?"

Hesitation was written across all their faces. I folded my arms, staring at the men in irritation and sarcasm.

Gage began, wheezing a little as his strained voice spoke, "Rose, it's nothing you need to concern yourself with-"

"Yes, it is," I firmly responded, giving him an annoyed glare. "I live with four guys over a boxing ring. I do need to know - not just because I'm your roommate but because I'm your friend and I damn well care."

"She has to find out eventually," Gage muttered to Cristiano. "You didn't exactly think about what would happen when she moved in."

"Exactly," Dax added, folding his arms. "So, just tell her. You owe her that."

I looked at Cristiano who met my eyes, studying my face for a moment. He seemed to be hesitating before he gave him, clenching his jaw a little and making his posture straighter.

"Okay," he said causally, his eyes moving over to mine once more. But then he hesitated again and shook his head, "no. You don't need to know." He stood, about to walk away but I harshly grabbed his arm and pushed him onto the chair with all my strength, forcing the tall man to sit down.

"I've been through hell and back being kidnapped. There's nothing I can't handle." My eyes gave him a courageous, determined look as I folded my arms, seriously staring at him.

Cristiano stared back, rolling his alluring eyes as he sighed.

"I used to be part of the mafia - that's a long story but right now, I'm a drug lord. I have a gang - these fools are part of it and now that you know. .you're part of it too."

"But . . ." I started, my eyes staring at him in confusion. "You're a boxer. . .you can't take drugs."

"Who said I take drugs?"

Jordan snorted, sniggering a little. "Don't lie, Cris." Cristiano gave his friend a small glare, rolling his eyes irritably. I licked my lips, watching as he continued.

"Fine. Not regularly but I do. I mainly sell 'em though."

"We're not just drug dealers though," Gage added, his attractive eyes meeting mine. "We own a business. - a legal one. We're also entrepreneurs."

"So if you have all this money, why the hell do you live here? No offence - I mean, the loft is creative."

"It's cosy here," Jordan told me with a beaming smile. "I like this place."

I unfolded my arms, glancing at all the guys. "Right, so, that was it?"

"What do you mean 'that's it'?" Cristiano asked in a bewildered tone, scrunching up his face as his tone rose.

"I always suspected something. Why else do you guys have secret little gatherings at like 3am sometimes and seem to keep me away from that one cupboard in the kitchen?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow. "Plus, you're an illegal boxer. How more illegal could you get?"

Surprise covered their faces and I sighed, shaking my head at them.

"Look, you don't have to worry about me," I honestly told them, licking my lips and giving them a encouraging smile. "I can take care of myself - I'm not sick or anything. But whoever did this to Gage needs to be dealt with because no one crosses my friends."

Dax's smile widened, a large grin on his face as he looked over at me. "I underestimated you. You're a keeper." I grinned back, flicking my hair over my shoulder.

"So. .what's the plan?"

"That's the problem. .we don't have one. ."

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Cristiano

There was only one thing I could smell: The amazing aroma of bacons, eggs, pancakes and sausages.

The woman was cooking again.

I started walking to the door, the guys in tow not so far away.

Twisting the knob and pushing the door open.

Her singing automatically stopped, leaving the laptop playing music whilst she looked at us, her full, kissable lips parting in surprise.
"Morning, guys - well, happy brunch-ish?"

My eyes ran down her curvy body. She was an irresistible woman. Her hourglass body, her sexy looks, her confident walk. Alluringly, she could bat her long eyelashes unintentionally sexily and make a man faint. She was like a spell, enchanting me every time she laid her mesmerising eyes upon me.

She had perfect crimson hair and eyes that could swallow galaxies. Her soft, flawless skin was just asking for my hands to run across them. Her cheeks were rouged and had small freckles scattered on them. She left her makeup quite light that day, making her look naturally beautiful.

That was the woman, I knew was going to change my life.

I was infatuated by her. All I thought about was Rose. My brain was going on overdrive.

Every time I saw her, my saliva disappeared, my heart skipped a beat and my brain whirled around with too many thoughts.

Her outfit was eye catching and caused all eyes to run across it. Mine were slowly undressing her.

Those long, loose yet tight leggings that were hugging her fat, perfect ass, squeezed her curves and showed off her amazing lower body.

I wanted to let my fingers pull off that dark pinkish crop top pushing her luscious breasts up and let my tongue feel her nipples lightly shown under her clothes and were popping out just a bit.

Her milky breasts were captivating me. They were so round and swelled, begging for me to touch them. So toned and defined - perfect in every way. If only I could rip off her top. That was all I wanted to do.

"-ashbrowns too. It'll be done soon," she finished, her attractive eyes finally landing on me. She licked her coated lips ever so innocently and gave me a small, unintentional alluring smile. "You good?"

"Yeah," I replied, clearing my throat and fixing my posture as I snapped away from my vivid thoughts. She rolled her eyes, chuckling. "Clearly not since your knuckles are bleeding. What happened?"

Leaving to play Fortnite, the guys left and I was somehow sat on the island, letting Rose clean my bruised knuckles. "You should really stop taking your anger out on walls. You have a punching bag for a reason," Rose pointed out, leaning in closer to get a better look at my fist.

Her breasts once again caught my eyes and automatically, I moved my eyes away, hoping not to get aroused.

"Y-Yeah," I chuckled softly, hissing gently as she pressed the wipe against my fist. "What pissed you off? The whole situation?" She asked, her glimmering eyes glancing up at me.

I licked my lips before answering, "yeah. . .someone stole something very important from me."

Rose raised her perfect eyebrow, curious. "And how do you intend to get it back, Cristiano? Thought of a plan yet?"

Fudge, I loved the way she said my name. It was so sexy and rolled off her tongue so perfectly and seductively. I wanted her full, amazing lips against mine, kissing me passionately just like we once did.

"Still figuring that part out, baby girl," I replied, my eyes dropping down to her kissable lips.

She smiled and I noticed her cheeks blushing so cutely, just like they always did when I complimented her. I wanted to caress her soft cheeks, kiss them.

"The food!" She exclaimed, turning and opening the over, steam automatically releasing from the oven. She leaned over and opened a few windows, letting the air get out.

Then once more, she bent down, her jiggly butt pushed out. My eyes travelled a distance to see it as I held myself back from touching the extraordinary buttocks. I exhaled in silence, finding it hard to contain myself.

Fuck

I wanted her ass against me as I pounded into it - stop. I couldn't keep thinking like that.

She was a jewel - a precious jewel to be handled with delicately with care and love. Not some ho from a club. Rose was more than that. I didn't just want her body. She deserved better than that.

"Thank goodness it's not burned!" She breathed out so sexily that I craved her even more.

"Guys! The food's ready! Come and eat!"

Eat

I wondered what I wanted to desperately eat. . .

"Can I finally see what's in the cupboard?" She asked hopefully, her eyes lighting up unintentionally as she smiled.

"Um. . ." I was speechless.

Why was I speechless?

I could barely comprehend what she was saying, it was just her face that captivated me, making my mind have a tsunami of romantic thoughts as I gazed at her.

She moved to the cupboard anyway and I went forwards swiftly as she abruptly stopped walking, turning as I too stopped, crashing into her from behind as I stopped her hand from touching the cupboard. But there was another pressing matter at hand.

Oh shit

Fuck Cristiano!

You couldn't wait till she was gone, could you?

Tensing up, she slowly turned, accidentally brushing her fat ass against me as she looked at me with a playful grin, a sparkling, mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Am I turning you on, Cristiano?"

"Fuck, Rose," I breathed out, her attractive eyes gazing up at me as she bit her kissable, full lips, her eyes filled with lust.

"What are you gonna do, Cris?" She quietly asked, her voice so soft and sexy. I groaned, grabbing her by her wide hips and slamming them against me, pulling her close to my chest, our lips locking.

She engulfed my senses, made my mind go overdrive, crazed my thoughts, electrified my feelings.

Melting away against her tasty lips, we kiss so desperately, savouring each other with such passion that we could barely control.

My hands slid up her perfect body, feeling her precious womanly curves, touching her sexy breasts and going to her thick legs, lifting them up so she was on the counter, my body between her legs.

She pressed herself against me, her fingers tugging strands of my hair as she moaned so desperately against my lips, hers doing wonders against mine.

My lips left hers, going to her neck and sucking it hungrily, kissing it was desire, her hands around my neck as she softly moaned, gently pressing my head against her neck in a request for more.

"Cris. . ." She breathed out, her hands gripping my shoulders.

"Cris!"

The loud shout from the living room, snapped us away from our horny thoughts, my mouth moving away from her neck as her hands slid down swiftly, going back to her sides.

"Your phone's ringing!"

She met my eyes, still breathing heavily.

"I thought you weren't talking to Vanessa anymore?"

Her eyebrows raised a little, creasing, her facial expression immediately changing. She licked lips, her face disdainful.

My face automatically tensing up in realisation.

Oh shit

"Cris! She left a message!" Jordan continued to yell.

Oh, you fucking idiot

"Rose-" I began, my voice wavering a little. But she slid off the counter, pushing me out of her way as she started walking to the door, enraged.

I grabbed her arm, pulling her to me, my heart hammering against my chest. "Rose, baby, listen-"

"Don't!" She sharply said, her voice harsh and tense. She exhaled, as though to compose herself. Her eyes met mine, burning with annoyance. "Just-Just stop calling me that. You don't even care."

Rose scoffed, turning and flicking her long hair over her shoulder, purposely letting it whip my face. She opened the door, slamming it behind as she left.

Well, fuck

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Geez, Cris!

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