Roseline Angelina Black
Midnight blue, the colour of the sky when the night reaches it's peak.
How we all think nights are dark, how we succumb into the darkness of our souls thinking it's the darkness that surrounds us.
I've seen people trying to fight off their inner demons, struggling to find good in life and blaming to not be cared enough when they surrender to their demons, letting them devour the good that's left and freeing them to reign free in the world already surrounded by dark auras.
I've learnt a few things in my life, one of them as I would like to share is; love and care can not be bought, they're unconditional. And niether can they be completely faded. Yes, they blur away with time but they never fade.
Then most of us complain, nobody cares for them. But they don't remember those small questions like "Look out for yourself" or "Take care" or "have you reached home safely?" Thrown at them by their closed ones. They just have to look a bit closely , and they'll find what they're looking for.
There is always someone in the world who cares for us, uncontrollably and unconditionally. Someone who without realising it , makes our life a little bit brighter with their soft smiles and genuine actions.
For me , it's my mother , my father , my best friend Maggie , Mrs Spencer; my dance teacher since middle school , Scarlet; the amazing woman that is my husband's girlfriend, Doctor Franklin; my sweet psychiatrist. And so many more that I don't even know about.
Darling there is always someone who's there for you, no matter what, no matter how hideous you think your flaws are, no matter how deep you think you're scarred. There's always someone who loves you, for everything that makes you, you. So why not make yourself one of them? Why not care for yourself like you want others to? Why not be the most beautifully imperfected soul out there? Love yourself. You're worth it.
Blankness surround my being, caressing me and lifting me into a dark void. I can't feel anything , my body numb. I try to open my eyes as I hear voices around me. One of them far too familiar than the other ones.
"... Roseline, open your eyes." A deep baritone coos , compiling me to flutter my eyelids open as water droplets hit my face.
His eyes are scared, worry reflecting in those blue grey orbs as they look into mine. "Shit! You scared me." I find myself perched on his lap on the bed of the cabin. A white shirt covering my nakedness, that is no doubt his based on the scent that surrounds me.
"What happened, Roseline?" He whispers , studying my face with his now-calm grey eyes. I touch my head , blinking to clear the blur that creeps into my vision again.
I think I fainted because I hadn't eaten anything the day before or had breakfast this morning. I don't know how but I was so keen on surviving my day alone with Adonis that eating just slipped to the back of my mind.
"We'll have a doctor check you up once we land. " Adonis mutters once he understand I'm not going to reply to his question.
"No , I'm fine. I think it's because I haven't eaten anything since yesterday." I manage to whisper before digging my face In his neck, his heat strangely comforting.
I feel so weak , my limbs feel like jelly and there's a low pounding in my head , almost like someone is drilling at a distance.
"Roseline, how can you be so careless." Adonis hisses, his arms tightening around my waist. "You fucking scared me. Marie! " He calls for our air hostess and it seems like she was just outside the door since she knocks within the next two seconds.
"Yes, Mr Black." She purrs at my husband , batting her lashes wantonly . I frown , she just doesn't know when to stop does she?
"Get Roseline, something to eat. A soup would be great." He speaks curtly before fixing his attention on me.
" Do you want anything else?" He asks softly, his eyes a myraj of worry and care. I nod shyly , finally realising the position we're in.
"You can go, Marie. Make it quick." He says without even looking at her , his eyes fixed on me and I can't help but blush crimson under his gaze.
Thinking it's better I remove myself from him now and cover myself , I try to stand up. Only to be caught firmly against his chest when I feel the world spin yet again. "Stay put , Roseline. You're weak." He hisses , holding me to him.
"But I need to... cover." I blush furiously, looking at his chest to avoid his intense gaze.
A finger curl under my chin , the sparks unavoidable. He tips my head to meet my eyes. "I'll get you something to wear, you sit down alright." His voice is soft, as if he's talking to a baby. I nod before sitting on the bed.
He fetches the clothes I had picked for myself before the shower, looking at the shirt in distaste. "Whose shirt is this, Roseline?" He asks , his voice laced with a bit of rage.
"Oh! Sin gave me that." I reply, biting my lip when I watch him fist the shirt in his hand. He tosses me the leggings.
"You will not wear another man's shirt, Roseline." He sneers when I raise a brow, looking away as if to signal I put on the leggings.
Sighing , I put them on quickly because I don't have the energy to argue with him right now. Just as I have put them on , a knock sounds at the door and Adonis scurries to it , fetching the soup from the very-fake-chested-desperate-for-attention Marie.
I roll my eyes at her. Watching as Adonis shuts the door on her face, walking to the bed with a tray in hand.
"Now to feed you."
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The apartment is cold and empty as I make my way downstairs. I'm dressed in a silver knee length dress , a pair of matching strappy heels adorns my feet.
We're going to have dinner at my father's, the Browns invited the Blacks to have their first family dinner after our arrival this morning.
Gliding to Adonis's room , I peek in to the neutral coloured space; no sign of him. Me and Adonis well we decided to have our own separate rooms. I didn't want to sleep on a bed Adonis has bedded Scarlet in and he needed his own privacy.
We're certain no one will find out since Adonis owns this building and no one can get in without him getting informed. Glancing at my mobile screen , I receive a text from Adonis.
Husband: Will be there in five. Hope you're ready.
I am. I like punctuality and I've always been punctual. Adonis knows that too , I guess he's referring to our first family dinner after the marriage. I don't think anything can prepare me for this. I don't know how I'd hide my depression from my parents.
We've always been so close. Guessing my inner thoughts is like second nature to them. I don't want them to feel bad for marrying me to Adonis. I did it on my own will, nobody forced me. And I'm grateful for it cause at least I get to see him, my love that was never mine.
Hugging my waist, I look out of the paranomic floor to ceiling window in the living room. The city lights flutter and wink in space , filling up the void of darkness. The moon is set high in the sky , casting it's silver light on all below.
Being so far up here, I can't help but feel lonely , I'm just so far away from everyone below. Does Adonis look down and feel powerful to be above all those who live down there? I think he's just scared, to be amongst the weak , to feel human.
Trapped in his mighty ivory tower.
I hear the front door open and close , moments later footsteps echo in the silent space leading to me. "Good evening, husband." I greet without looking at him.
"Good evening, Wife. Spin." His rough voice send shivers down my spine, his silent command obliged immediately.
I turn around to see him fixing his cufflinks, his tie lying undone around his collars. "Let's get going, I asked Davis to drive us the..." His words trail off as he finally looks up to me.
My breathe catches in my throat as his intense, calculating gaze studies me from head to toe. "You look very alluring, wife." He utters after examining me. "Come here." He holds out his hand to me and I without a moment's hesitation place mine in his.
Our touch is explosive, electricity flying across my skin almost instantly.
Am I the only one who feels this?
Tugging at my hand, he pulls me closer to him. His other hand trailing across my spine , creating delicious tingles over my bare skin. "I need you to get familiar with my touch ,wife." His words are a whisper in my ear, my skin burning with the urge for more.
"A-alright... but" I manage to utter , his grip firm on my hips. I force my hands to travel up his suited arms, my fingers meek and naive as they touch his jaw, feeling his rough stubble. He inhales a sharp breathe as my fingers explore the contours of his face. He leans into my touch, my hands cupping his face gently.
The air pulses with electricity around us as he pulls me even closer, crushing his hips to mine as liquid heat soars through my veins. "But what, Roseline?" His fingers trace my bottom lip, voice bathed in huskiness.
His fingers skim over the curve of my side, his touch warm over the silk of my dress. "I-Is i-it..." I swallow, biting my lip as his eyes follow the path of movement. "Really ... necessary?" I ask finally.
Rubbing his thumb over my lower lip, his draws me closer, breathe fanning against my face. "It is, for your parents to not find out." He breathes against my skin , lips brushing against my jaw as he speaks.
I gulp, nodding my head. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest anytime now, I won't be surprised if he can her it through my chest. "Kiss me, Roseline." His husky voice creates goosebumps over my skin as he voices that.
I look into his eyes in surprise, didn't realise when I closed them. His blue-grey eyes are dark , almost black and so devastatingly beautiful. His hand lower to my neck, grasping it in a soft yet firm grip as he pulls me in, our lips just a breathe away.
My mind is in a state of intoxication, body buzzing with excitement. His lips are so close, his cologne drugging my senses. His hand sending zaps of electricity down my skin, his hold dominating.
I shiver, my eyes closing on their own accord . I think I might just die right now. The worries of the world pushed to the back of my mind, along with the nervousness that it's my first kiss. I need his mouth on me, I would break if I didn't feel it now, my body aching from the intensity of our proximity.
And then, his lips are on mine.
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