His Rose: Wrapped In Thorns.

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Summary

A hot love story filled with constant twists and turns testing their relationship beyond limits. Can they overcome it all? Or will love not be enough in their case? Read on to find out... I dare you. "Alright, I'll be frank with you, your resume is impeccable. However, I'm not sure if you're the right fit for this place." He says bluntly. I bet my foot would fit right, up your áss! "I-" He cuts me off. "But if you could prove your usefulness to me, I may reconsider." He winks at me suggestively. It takes me one second to catch on to his true intentions, and two can play at that game. Standing from my seat I take my hair out if it's tie and let it fall down to my waist. He gasps as I slowly undo the buttons to my shirt, revealing the top of my breasts before slipping out of my blouse completely, leaving me in my bra and pencil skirt. "Do you want to F**k me sir?" I ask seductively. ------------------------- Every Rose has it's thorn... And that is Rosalie Santiago. A 21 year old woman excited about life and leaving her terrible tragedies behind her. Only it's never that simple is it? Well that's exactly the case for Rose. Life hasn't been easy for her after that one particular incident. She's been running from it ever since, in fear that it may catch up to her. This caused Rose to developed a unique personality disorder as a coping mechanism, making her extremely erratic and emotional. She applies for a personal assistant position at one of the top publishing companies in New York. Where she meets her incredibly handsome boss with his own share of dark secrets. What happens when their two worlds collide and all of their secrets begin to slowly unravel. Will they fall in love? Or destroy each other? And are they more linked than they realise? Only one way to find out. Ps. Follow this book on twitter for updates and exclusive spoilers! @HisRosewattpad1

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Prologue.

Rosalie's P.O.V -

I struggle against his iron grip, he is impossibly strong.

"What the f**k are you doing here with him Rosa?!" He asks so coldly, it actually gives me goosebumps.

"Let me go you a**hole! You've been ignoring me for days, don't act like you care about me now!" I scream at him.

"I gave you space because you wanted it! What the f**k are you talking about?" He asks confused.

"Well, I didn't want this. You've been so distant and cold to me! I don't like it." I weep.

"So you try to get this f**k-wits attention instead?!" He yells.

"No... yes. Ugh! I don't know!" I look at the ground I feel stupid.

Why do I always mess everything up?

He lifts my head up by my chin and makes me look into his icy blue eyes.

"Rosa, how many times do I have to tell you, you are mine. I will never let you go and I will kill any man who even looks at you twice, got it?" He kisses me hard, full of so much passion.

I almost forget about the random guy watching us, who makes himself known again by clearing his throat awkwardly.

He pulls away from me and glares at the guy.

I think, his name is Cain?

Before I knew it, he draws his gun and shoots the guy dead between the eyes.

I scream.

"That's what happens when you try, and talk to other men amore mio." He growls in my ear.

"You are mine, your mind, body and soul belongs to me." He continues.

He cups my sex and begins rubbing me slowly.

"And this. This is definitely mine." He says possessively, and continues to tease me through my underwear, trailing kisses along my jawline.

I throw my head back and lean into him, savouring the pleasure, he always turns me on, no matter where we are.

I'm infatuated by him.





This was the moment I knew I was forever intertwined with this man. He captured my corrupted soul and nurtured it back to health, giving me the best life, despite what I've been through. This is my diary, of how I found peace in a world of chaos, how I found hope, in a world of despair.

And most of all, how I found love in a world of hate.

It is possible, you just have to fight for it.