Rose

"Oh, my freaking gosh!"

Angrily, I stood, wiping myself before flushing the toilet and storming downstairs, stomping into the lounge with rage.

"Who the hell pissed on the seat?"

Turning their heads, they all looked at me innocently.

"Not me."

"Not me."

"Wasn't me."

"Never could be me."

I rolled my eyes, folding my arms. "We need to establish some rules about the bathroom. Can you guys please either use your own bathroom or learn how to piss correctly? And when you shave your faces, don't leave the hair on the bloody sink! And quit leaving the seat up as if I have a dick. Can you guys wash the shower after you use it?"

"Rose. . .I can see your underwear."

I groaned quietly, pulling my dress down a little and sighing, meeting Jordan's bruised eyes. "I thought I told you to keep that ice on your cheek?" He blinked, quickly putting the bag of frozen peas against his cheek. "I am," he innocently replied, his bright blue eyes blamelessly gazing into mine. I rolled my eyes

"It wasn't me," Gage said, his eyes seriously looking into mine. "But these idiots won't do it again."

Dax rolled his eyes too, looking into the mirror I gave him as he continued wipe the gash on his face. "It wasn't me either. I know how to piss."

Cristiano scoffed, "I use my own bathroom. It was Jordan."

"It wasn't!" He defended loudly, giving me a genuine look of innocence. "Rose! That's not fair! I didn't do it!"

I gave them an irritated look. "Whatever. I'm just glad this mess you guys had with that pervert Angelo is over. You guys look like a mess."

"Wow! Thanks so much, Rose," Cristiano sarcastically thanked, a fake smile on his handsome face. I gave him a 'shut up' look, rolling my eyes again.

"Look, are you guys gonna be alright?" I asked as Gage threw some blood stained wipes in the bin. I glanced around. They all looked awful. "I was gonna go to bed."

"Well, I'm going to bed too."

"So am I."

"Me too."

"I also."

"Right. ." I slowly said, my eyes scanning each of their idiotic faces. "Okay, well. Goodnight, losers."

"Night, idiot."

"Sweet dreams, witch."

"Goodnight, mother."

"Night, red head."

I couldn't help but chuckle lightly as I left the room, going upstairs.

Although they were annoying, I loved living with the guys. I had only known them for a short period of time but already, I was enjoying my life with them. They were like the brothers I never had and I knew they would always be there for me. They were like family; it was like I knew them for years.

As I entered my bedroom, I sighed softly as I began to comb my hair, daydreaming about life.

Things had changed for me in such a positive way. I was once kidnapped, hurt, beaten and scarred with unimaginable memories but that had all changed. I was finally happy with people I knew were reliable and trustworthy. I had never once thought my life would end up being so great.

"Hey, you," his husky, deep voice softly said as he entered the room. I gave him a small smile as I looked into the mirror, exhaling gently.

His arms wrapped around my waist, my back against his chest and his head buried into my neck. I bit my lip, tensing up a little at his touch.

"Hey, Rose?"

"Yeah?"

". . .doesn't matter."

I licked my lips as I put my stuff down, moving away from his hold and climbing on the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing softly as I watched him.

His back was to me and he pulled off his shirt, his well sculpted body in my view. I shamelessly ran my eyes down his attractive body, unable to contain myself. He was an appealingly sexy man; I couldn't help it.

The sound of the shower turning on from another room broke me away from my thoughts. I looked away, just as he turned and came towards the bed, sighing as he sat down.

"Let me see," I softly said, my hand going under his chin and gently lifting it so I could see his face. Using my other hand, I carefully touched his blood dried wound on his cheek causing him wince, holding back a hiss.

"Sorry," I genuinely told him, moving my hand away and scanning his face. "Do you feel better?" He nodded, our eyes locked as he gave me a sincere smile. "Yeah, thanks."

"Well. .goodnight." I turned and slipped under the duvet, just as he did the same and murmured a 'goodnight'.

My back was facing him and he turned off the lights, silence filling he room.

"Rose?"

I slowly turned over, meeting his hazel eyes in the dark. "Yeah?" I softly whispered, our eyes locked. He licked his lips, hesitating before groaning gently as he proposed, "I think I want to do something."

"What?" I quietly asked, curiosity in my voice. His hand slowly reached over and pulled a strand of my long hair away from my face, bringing it behind my ear.

"I want to take you on a date."

My eyes widened a little in surprise. Inside, I was glad the room was dark as my cheeks were as crimson as my hair.

A date

He wants to take me on a date

Me and him

Cris and I on a date!

"Take me on one," I replied confidentially, putting up a strong front. "But I don't think you need to," I admitted, my eyes mesmerised by his.

"Why?" He huskily asked, our faces so close together. I licked my lips slowly, my eyes gradually dropping to his kissable lips. "Because I feel like I've known you forever."

He chuckled softly, his voice so deep. "Funny. . .I feel the same way."

"mi fai impazzire, girl," {you drive me insane} he whispered so sexily. I smiled a little, before telling him honestly. "I. . .can't ignore this feeling I have with you anymore," I breathed, my hand slowly sliding up his neck and to his good cheek, caressing it gently. "This sounds so freaking cliche but I can't stop thinking about you."

"I want something with you, Rose."

I chuckled although I was swooning inside at his words. Being Cristiano's girlfriend? I had barely been with him but it felt like I had. He was something else but he was also everything.

I loved being around that man. I knew from the day I saw him in the coffee shop, he was something. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

My lips parted but nothing came out. Then I bit my lip, thinking for a small moment before finally answering, "I need some time to think about this."

I wanted Cris - there was no denying that. But was I even ready for a relationship? He was a player, I knew he was a player and in a way, I was scared that he was going to play me in the back of my mind. I knew how he felt towards me but was it genuine?

"Okay," Cristiano replied kindly, his voice serious.

I gave him a small smile before leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks. . .goodnight, Cris." I then turned over, closing my eyes with a small exhale.

"Sweet dreams, Rose."

~~~

Cristiano

The blaring of the small alarm clock jarred me out of my peaceful sleep and I jolted up, smashing the snooze button as hard as I possibly could.

I groaned softly, rubbing my eyes with my fingers tiredly as I yawned, waking up too quickly. My head thumped and I was desperate for water.

Everything was in high definition. My eyes took in every ray of light and I knew I had slept for too long. The noises were of a day in already hitting me and I wasn't ready for it.

I groaned again, my eyes barely opened as I reached over for my phone, pulling the charger out as I looked into the device, blinking a few times at the sudden brightness. I tapped a few icons before the dialling tone finally rung.

Pressing the phone against my ear, I sighed, rubbing my forehead tiredly as if it was going to help my headache.

"Cris."

"Jacob," I murmured, my voice thick with sleepiness. "Explain to me as to why you asked me to call you so early in the damn morning."

"You have a fight this week and you haven't trained at all. Why are you getting so distracted? You're supposed to be up by now taking a run or something."

I groaned, my head aching. "I know," I deeply replied, sighing. "Things have been busy. I'm gonna hit the ring today. I'm not distracted. Who's the opponent?"

"Oslo's son."

I scoffed, chuckling lightly. "Him? Easy shit. I don't even need practice."

"Don't be cocky," Jacob responded seriously. "Whatever's distracting you, get it out of your head. You're to win fights, not lose 'em."

With those words said, he hung up and I rolled my eyes, exhaling tiredly.

Then her body shifted, slowly rolling over and I met her beautiful eyes, an appealing sight to see in the morning.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," she joked softly, an attractive smile on her naturally perfect face. She was referring to Jacob. I couldn't help but smile, my eyes shamelessly glancing down to her tantalising cleavage.

"Morning, beautiful," I quietly complimented, my hand reaching out and softly brushing her silky hair away from her face, mesmerised by her magnificent, morning beauty.

She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Why haven't you been training? What's been distracting you?"

I shrugged softly, stroking her scarlet hair. "Work. . .people. . .you. ."

Rose groaned gently, sighing as her eyes looked up at me. "I don't want to be the reason why you're distracted. Stop thinking about me, Cris."

I chortled, "if only it was that easy."

She rolled her eyes again, seriously gazing into my eyes. "Get up and go train."

". .can I have a good luck kiss?"

"Get up, lazy ass."

When I was finally ready for the day, I was still bewitched from Rose.

I, Cristiano Rossi, was falling for her.

She never left my mind, she was always there; mentally if not physically.

It felt like love.

Love at first sight.

How did love even feel like anymore? Love to me was a past memory from many rocky relationships. Love to me never lasted and always hurt me in the end.

But love with Rose felt possible. For once, I actually felt optimistic with our future.

I would find myself daydreaming about how we could be if we were together. Kissing, loving, laughing, marriage, kids, old age. It was prissy girl stuff that I was dreaming about as if I was a fifteen year old teen wondering what love was like.

Rose was like a crush. A crush hitting me so hard. I had never wanted a girl so badly like Rose. I talk to her and I just wanted to kiss, I would laugh and I wanted to hug, sit and I wanted to cuddle. I wanted her to be mine. My Rose.

But she kept pulling away. It was almost as though she was scared to have something with me. I couldn't put my finger on it. But I was definitely planning on getting her. I wasn't going to let her go.

When I came downstairs, I felt the need to tell someone how I felt. I had been thinking - dreaming about the woman for so long that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I needed advice and I needed an opinion. It was time for someone to know.

Going downstairs, Gage immediately came into my view. He was attaching another boxing bag on the hinge with his sport clothes on. He too was going to work out.

"Gage," I began, licking my lips as I walked down the stairs. He glanced up at me, giving me a 'morning' as he checked the bag. "I have some crazy shit to tell you."

I had known Gage for years. He was my best friend, ride or die. He was one of the only people I could trust and my oldest friend. We were like brothers. There were times when we would argue but we always made up in the end. I couldn't live my life without Gage - it would be impossible.

"So do I," he responded, his grey eyes flickering over to me as I walked into the boxing ring, leaning against the ropes. "They're thinking of trying to wake Gen again."

"Woah. . ." I said in surprise, seriousness in my voice. "How do you feel?"

"Good, I guess," Gage replies, licking his lips. "I just hope it will work this time. Third times the charm."

"She'll be fine, Gage," I honestly told him, "don't doubt it." He gave me a small, thankful smile as he put on some boxing gloves, sighing to himself.

"What did you want to tell me?"

"I like someone."

Gage looked at me in utter surprise, his jaw dropping. "For real? Who? Are you back with Vanessa?"

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at her name. "No. Not her. Someone else."

"Shit, seriously? It's not just fucking, is it?" Gage asked, his eyes widened as he looked at me in astonishment.

"No. .I actually like her," I confessed, a soft chuckle leaving my mouth as I thought of her sweet smile, her kind face, her contagious laughter. The woman had enchanted me. All I thought about was her. Only her. Nothing but her. Just her.

"Who is she? I haven't seen you with anyone," Gage obliviously questioned, his eyes filled with wonder. "Jeez. ." He chuckled, his eyes studying my face. "You're hooked."

"She drives me crazy," I confided, shaking my head in disbelief as I thought of he beautiful, mesmerising woman. I chuckled, shaking my head. "She's just. .perfect. I haven't even known her for that long but it feels like I have. She's funny, kind, beautiful, caring. All I think about is her. I've never felt this way about anyone, bro."

"Sheesh," Gage chuckled, a small smirk forming on his face. "Got you wrapped around her finger. Alright, who's the poor girl?"

"You know her."

"Do I?" Gage asked, curiously, his face confused. "Not Vanessa. . ."

"Ciara?"

"No."

"Rachel?"

"Definitely no."

"Mila Kunis?"

I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "I thought you'd get this."

"Then who?" Gage asked, completely confused as he looked at me. "A damn stripper?"

"I share the same room as her."

It took a moment before he gasped, his eyes expanding as he met my eyes. "Rose?"

I nodded, a small smile forming on my face. "Yeah. . .I fucking like Rose."

He suddenly turned, his back facing me as he took off his gloves.

"She's everything, Gage, and I want something with her. I'm sick of just being friends. But I don't know how. She's. . .she's got walls up."

He turned, leaning against the ropes as he met my eyes. I scanned his face, noticing how pale he suddenly looked. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Gage brightly responded, before letting out a small cough. "I've just caught a cold, that's all." I nodded at him as he parted his lips, about to reply until the front door of the house opened and Dax came down, Jordan in tow.

"Don't tell them," I quickly said, as Jordan boomed a loud 'good morning, shitbags!'.

Dax walked over to the speaker and Bluetooth connected his phone to it, music immediately blasting from the speakers.

I turned, grabbing some gloves and slipping them on, tightening them around my wrists as I walked over to a spare punching bag, dangling from the ceiling. I pushed it a little, circling the bag before throwing a few punches at it, mentally telling myself that I actually did need I train for my next fight.

"Morning, guys."

I automatically stopped, my eyes gradually moving upwards to watch as she left the houses coming down the stairs, her hand slowly sliding down the stair rail as she strolled down casualty.

She was absolutely irresistible.

The woman was wearing a matching grey, Calvin Klein crop top with shorts that hugged her curves and ravishing butt. She had her hair in a high ponytail and had light makeup on.

A beaming smile was on Rose's face as she strolled in, her hypnotising eyes glancing over at me for a moment before averting elsewhere.

"Do you guys wanna go out for breakfast after?" She asked, picking up the red boxing gloves that I had gotten her.

The guys and I agreed and once more, she looked over at me, giving me a small smile as she ordered teasingly, "get back to training, mister."

~~~

Rose

"Come on, Rose!"

"Punch her, Jordan!"

"You hit like a bitch, Rose! Fight him!"

"Don't let a girl beat you, Jord!"

I shrieked as I fell onto the ground, Jordan wobbling and falling on top of me in a heap, crushing me under his muscular body.

I groaned as he rolled off me, laying on his back by my side. We looked at each other, side by side, and he laughed a little, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I won," I breathlessly told him, pulling off my gloves as I exhaled loudly.

"No, I won," Jordan scoffed, playfully pushing me.

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

A loud knock from the boxing hall's door broke us away from our petty argument.

I gasped, standing up swiftly and moving under the ropes, leaving the boxing ring. "My delivery!" I cheerfully squealed as I rushed over to the main door.

Without even looking through the peephole, I unlocked the door and opened it quickly, my smile fading as I realised that it wasn't a delivery person but a woman.

"Hi," I greeted, meeting eyes with a pair of sky blue ones. The blonde woman smiled, a nervous look on her face as her hand clutched onto the strap of her back nervously.

Her golden hair draped down softly curling along the ends. It fell to a straight line midway down her back, and shining in the light. She wore a pair of high waisted jeans and a plain shirt with a grey cardigan, hiding her hands.

She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She had bright, unmissable indigo eyes and a perfectly symmetrical face that had well done makeup on.

"Can I help you?" I asked politely, wondering how she got in through the boxing ring.

"Does Cristiano Rossi still live here?" She asked me in a kind tone, her beaming eyes hopefully looking at me.

"No offence but who's asking?" I kindly questioned her cautiously, wondering why she needed him. I didn't want to let in someone who the guys didn't want in.

The door suddenly moved slowly by me and I felt a presence behind me, a hand on my waist but it slowly slipped off.

I looked up to my side to se Cris, his jaw dropping as his eyes fixed upon the woman in front of him. My body tensed up and I unexpectedly felt sick for some reason.

". .Vanessa. ."

"Cris. ." She breathlessly replied, her lips parting as she gazed at him, a small smile on her face.

Then, Cristiano moved forwards, wrapping his arms around her and embracing her, his face buried into her neck. I moved back a little, looking at them in astonishment.

Wait. . .

"I missed you so much," Cris's muffled voice said, thick with hurt and love.

"I missed you too. I'm sorry - I love you - I should've never left."

Love

Well, shit

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