Our conversation is interrupted by the door swinging open and Margot, plus one of the maids, entering. Each carrying multiple plates with an assortment of foods, which they place in front of Rose and myself.
“Thank you,” Rose tells them loudly before they turn and leave us alone again.
“Eat whatever you like,” I tell her, and she starts eating one of the pancakes. Judging by the size of bites she is taking, she must have been starving.
I start eating as well, while watching her eat, taking in every one of her movements. Everything she does interests and excites me, even something as simple as eating. I pay close attention toher lips; the way they wrap around the fork every time she takes a bite.
My cock is painfully hard inside my jeans, and I know I need to jerk off sooner rather than later, or my balls are going to combust.
She only eats one pancake and a handful of fruit, which I don’t find sufficient at all, not with her being as tiny as she is.
“You should eat some more, at least finish what’s on your plate.” I try not to sound like a parent who is making her finish her food, but I want her to be healthy. She is so skinny. Too skinny, and I want her to fucking eat more.
“Okay,” she agrees without questioning me, piercing another piece of pancake with her fork. “I’m just not used to eating this much, but I’ll try to get used to it. Thank you for this. All of it.” Her eyes find mine, and I can see the sincerity in those baby blues.
“Anything for you,” I tell her. “Once you’re done eating, I’ll show you the rest of the house. Your new home.”
6
ROSE
Your new home.I still can’t believe it. But here I am, walking through the large, never-ending halls. The carpet is soft and plush under my bare feet, and Miles’s shirt covers me like a dress as he leads me through the entire house.
“You can go wherever you like within these walls, I have no secrets from you, but you will not leave this house without me, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I agree. From what I know of the world without him, I don’t ever want to go anywhere by myself.
“I’m not doing that to hurt you, but to protect you. If you want to go somewhere, then tell me, and I’ll take you. You need something, you tell me, and I’ll get it for you. You are mine, and I won’t let you go.
“Okay,” I nod just as we walk into a cozy-looking room with a fireplace. Miles takes my hand and leads me to the couch. I sit down and sink into the comfortable cushions.
“Rose, do you remember anything else from yesterday? How you ended up with Drake?”
My mind is still in disarray, all of yesterday’s memories are almost like a dream, and I have a hard time knowing which ones are actually true.
“I think I remember something, but I’m not sure if it really happened or not.”
“Tell me, and we’ll figure it out.”
“I think Ron and Kelsey, my foster parents, came to see me at the women’s shelter…” I try to dig deeper into the memory, but it’s trying to slip away. Miles must see my struggle as he places his hand on my back and strokes my skin gently.
It calms me and allows me to concentrate more.
“Take your time, sweets,” he soothes.
“I think… they asked me to come back home with them. But that’s just odd, why would they do that? It’s probably just in my head. They didn’t like me much, so there is no way they’d want me back.”
“Did you go with them?” Miles asks, “Even if it was just a dream, I want to know. Did you go to their house?”
“Mhm, I don’t know. Yes, maybe. I probably did…” They might not have liked me much, but I did like my foster siblings, and I missed them. I would have gone back to their house if they let me or asked me to.
“I promise you, I will figure out what happened, but right now, I need to leave you for a few hours.”
“What?” I try not to sound desperate and clingy, but the thought of him leaving has my chest tightening. “Why?”
“Because if I don’t, I’m going to fuck you, and I’ve promised myself that I wouldn’t do that… at least not today. Besides, I need to figure out how Drake got his slimy hands on you, so I can hurt everybody involved.”
“When will you be back?”
