Investors Takeover Of Rose Pt 01

William

I've never been much of a dancer, but I know Rose loves it, so I let her drag me onto the dance floor. My eyes admire her perfect toned body along the way. She's wearing a brown backwards hat, a black crop top and tight blue jeans that show off her curves. We landed in Miami a four hours ago, so we decided to check out the resort club. This trip is a vacation for Rose, but business for me. My company had me fly down here to attend a training seminar. I decided to bring my girlfriend along and make a little trip out of it.

Rose and I have been together for three years now. We were both born and raised in Maryland, although never crossed paths until we both ended up moving to Massachusetts to attend Boston University. We met while in university, both of us Juniors at the time. The first time we crossed paths was at a local club a few blocks down from our dorms when she dragged me onto the dance floor. She's a very extroverted person, while I'm more introverted. I like to think that helps balance us out. While I try my best to make the most out of the time we share alone, she helps me get more comfortable with social situations and stuff I normally wouldn't do by myself.

I graduated with a degree in Graphic Design and currently work at a tech company. Rose got a degree in Journalism. She works as a Digital Marketer for a startup fashion company, helping with designing their ads and social medias.

Rose is the most beautiful women ever; And yes, I'm a little bias. She's 5'5 with golden blonde hair, sultry brown eyes, and a perfect toned body with curves in all the right places. My friends always joked that she's out of my league. I'm 5'8 with an average build, scraggly hair, and stuck with a baby face since I can't grow a beard for the life of me.

The club is a buzzing hive of activity, filled with the kind of people you'd expect to find in Miami - tanned, beautiful, and dressed to impress. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and even more expensive liquor.

Rose and I squeeze through the crowd, her hand firmly in mine. I'm not usually one for these kinds of places, but seeing her face light up as she takes in the scene makes it worth it. She's like a kid in a candy store, her eyes wide with excitement.

I let her lead the dancefloor, mimicking her movements and letting her take control of my body. She grabs my hands and spins around, laughing as she does. Her laughter is infectious, and I can't help but join in. This is what I love about her - her ability to find joy in every moment, to live life without a care in the world.

After a while my legs start to get tired, so we grab a table to sit at. I flag down a waitress and order us a couple of drinks. She's usually a cocktail type of girl, but tonight she settles for beers. They arrive quickly and it's not long before we down ours. After I take the last sip of mine, I turn back to Rose and notice her gaze fixed across the room. Following her line of sight, I see a group of men, all dressed in suits, sitting at a nearby table. They're watching us, or rather, watching Rose.

"Do you think those guys are checking you out?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Rose laughs, waving her hand dismissively. She smiles, unfazed. "Let 'em look," she says, taking a sip of her drink. "We're on vacation, remember? Time to have a little fun." She winks at me, taking a sip of her drink.

"Well, you are." I mumble.

But as the night goes on, I can't shake the feeling that there's something more to it. Every time I glance over, one of them is looking at us, or rather, looking at Rose. And when I catch their eye, they don't look away like most people would. Instead, they raise their glass in a silent toast, a smirk playing on their lips.

After a couple more rounds on the dance floor I'm ready to head back to our room. I lean over to tell Rose when suddenly I notice a figure approach us. I look up to see a tall older man dressed in a suit. He has short rough hair, and you could tell he is absolutely ripped the way his suit hugs his body. I quickly realize it's one of the dudes from the group who had been eyeing us up all night.

"Buenas noches," he says to me, flashing a charming smile. "I couldn't help but notice your lovely companion tonight. I am Carlos." His accent is thick, rolling off his tongue like velvet. He extends a hand towards Rose, who takes it gracefully.

"And what might your name be, beautiful?" he asks, his voice smooth as honey.

Rose smiles, introducing herself with a confidence that makes me proud. "Hi there, I'm Rose. And this is my boyfriend, William." She gestures towards me, and I nod in greeting. Carlos's eyes flicker to me briefly before returning to Rose.

"Ah, William," he says, as if testing the name on his tongue. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. I couldn't help but notice how radiant Rose looks tonight. You two are on vacation, yes?" He pulls out a chair and sits down, making himself comfortable at our table even though we didn't invite him. I raise an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by his boldness, but Rose seems to eat it up.

She nods, crossing her legs and leaning in slightly. "Yes, well I am. William is here for business. We just arrived today. It's our first night here."

Carlos leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin. "I am on a business trip as well. Although most the actual work finished yesterday, so now me and my companions are letting loose before we fly back. Booked an extra week here just to enjoy life, you know?" He explains.

Rose and I both nod our heads.

Wow

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I can't imagine having the luxury to take off a week just because I felt like it. These guys must be loaded!

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. Miami has many things to offer." Carlos looks towards the dance floor. "Say William, you wouldn't mind if I steal your girl for a quick dance, would you?" He asks casually.

I don't know how to react. I'm stunned that he would ask that. I know I'm not a dancer, and sometimes I let my friends dance with her if they ask. But they're my friends, this guy is still just a stranger to us. But for whatever reason words slip out of my mouth. "Sure." I speak.

Carlos extends his hand out towards Rose. She looks at me, smiles, then takes his hand and he leads her to the dance floor.

I watch them dance. Carlos is a good dancer, smooth and confident, and Rose seems to be enjoying herself. I feel a strange mix of emotions. I'm jealous, yes, but at the same time, there's a thrill coursing through me. I watch as Carlos spins her around, dipping her low and twirling her high. He's close to her, their bodies pressed together, and I can't help but feel a twinge of arousal.

I look away, pretending to scan the room, trying to hide my feelings. But my eyes keep drifting back to them. Carlos's hand lingers on Rose's waist, his fingers splayed out just enough to brush against her skin. I can see her pulse quicken, her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes. She looks up at him, her eyes shining with desire.

Suddenly 5 guys block my view. I look up and realize it's the men apart of Carlos's group, the ones who stared at us from afar. One of them sticks out their hand. "Hello there, I'm Paul. I see our friend Carlos introduced himself already. It seems like he's having fun dancing with that lovely girl of yours. I was wondering if you'd like to play a game of pool with me. These guys are all paired up, and I'm all by myself." Paul claps a hand on my shoulder, grinning. "So, what do you say? Will you join us for a game?"

I hesitate for a moment, slightly moving my head around Paul to glance over at Rose and Carlos. They're still dancing, their bodies moving in perfect sync. I can feel the tension between them, even from here. All I'm doing is staring at them, a game is something to do, and it could be a good distraction. I take a deep breath and nod. "Sure, why not?"

Paul leads me over to the pool table, where the other guys are already racking up the balls. They greet me with friendly nods and handshakes, introducing themselves as Peter, John, Damien, and Steve. We split up to different tables - Paul and I against each other.

The game is intense, but fun. I find myself getting caught up in the competition, laughing and trash-talking with Paul. Occasionally, I glance over at Rose and Carlos, who are still dancing. Paul bought a round of drinks for all of us, but said whoever loses their match must buy the other person shots. The other guys nodded their heads in agreement, so I follow suit.

While we play, I learn more about them. All the guys are live out in LA. They are investors and CEOs for huge corporations. They have all been friends for years but have recently decided to start a business together. They finished signing paperwork with the lawyer earlier today. Paul didn't go into much detail about that. Instead, he is purposely vague, which I felt was weird. Paul is forty-five and is originally from Arizona. I teased him about the Cardinals losing the Superbowl last year which he laughed at. For some strange reason I felt like I was back in college again. Just hangout out the with boys, playing games. Although I hardly knew these guys, I felt a connection already.

Eventually I lose sight of Rose. My anxiety starts ramping up as I scan the dance floor repeatedly. I'm about to tell the guys I need to go when Paul puts his arm around me. "You have multiple options here. If I were you, I would hit the two balls into the six, so it gets knocked into the pocket. Focus, you don't want to have to buy me a shot, do you?" He says with a grin plastered across his face.

I swallow, trying to brush the thoughts of Rose's location aside. I focus on the pool game, and with Paul's advice, I manage to pull off a winning shot. "Yes! I did it! I won!" I cheer, pumping my fist in the air. The guys all clap me on the back, congratulating me. Paul grins, holding out his hand. "Looks like you're off the hook, buddy. But just know that if I didn't blow that last shot, I would have won." He laughs, shaking my hand. "I'll be right back."

Peter and Stevie. who also lost their matches, go with Paul to the bar to order the shots. While I wait for them to return John and Damien surround me in conversation.

Eventually the other guys return with shots. "Cheers, to the unluckiest pool players ever!" Paul declares. I laugh as Paul, Stevie and Peter take their punishment.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot Rose. Carlos is holding her hand walking towards us.

She hugs me when she reaches me.

"I must say William, you are one lucky man. This woman really knows how to dance! It's rare to find someone who can keep up with me on the dancefloor."

"It's true. Carlos usually puts everyone out there to shame. But I must admit, I'm surprised you let her dance with Carlos all night. He's known for being quite...hands-on." Paul adds.

I stiffen, suddenly aware of the tension in my shoulders. I hadn't realized how much it had bothered me until now. "Well, gentlemen, it's been a pleasure, but I think it's time for me and Rose to call it a night." The other men exchange glances, a hint of amusement in their eyes.

"Of course, William," Paul says. "We wouldn't want to keep you from your lovely lady any longer." He claps me on the back. "Enjoy the rest of your night." I nod, my eyes fixed on Rose.

She's breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her pupils dilated. Something's different about her tonight, and it's not just the alcohol. As we walk back to our hotel room, her hand stays firmly in mine, but she's quiet, lost in thought. I can't help but wonder what Carlos said to her, or what they did on that dance floor...

Rose kisses me hungrily, 'Let's go back to our room."

She's smiling, but there's a spark in her eyes that I've never seen before. It's like she's got a secret, and it makes my blood run hot. I grab her hand, pulling her towards the exit. "Night, guys." I mutter to the others, barely registering their goodbyes. My mind is elsewhere, consumed by the image of Rose grinding against Carlos on the dance floor. I hope no one notices the bulge in my pants.

As soon as we get back to our room I spin her around and carry her to the bed. My hands are in her hair, my mouth on hers, hungry and demanding.

Our tongues dance together, each touch more urgent than the last. I can feel her heart racing beneath her top, the scent of her perfume driving me wild. "Take me," she whispers, her voice husky and sultry. I rip off her shirt. Her breasts are beautiful, small and perky, I can't resist sucking on her nipples, hearing her moan out loud.

I pull off my shirt, exposing my own chest. Rose's hands roam over my pecs, her nails digging into my skin. I can feel her hunger, her desperation, and it only fuels my own. I push her against the bed, her legs spreading instinctively, inviting me in. I unbutton my jeans, freeing my already hardening cock. Rose watches me, her eyes filled with lust, biting her lip as she waits for me to enter her. I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock. She moans, arching her back, begging for more. I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She's wetter than usual, her pussy gripping me tightly. I start to move, thrusting in and out, picking up speed as her moans grow louder. She's more responsive than ever, her body writhing beneath me, her hips meeting mine with each thrust.

And then I cum. I let out a moan as my semen fills her up. I silently curse at myself for cumming so soon. Rose's face looks a mix between anger and disappointment.

I lay down next to her on the bed. Suddenly the events of the long travel day catch up to me. I drift off to sleep with her my arms...

Rose

My eyes flutter open to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. I stretch, my muscles aching pleasantly from last night's dancing. William is still asleep beside me, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. I find it cute. I prop myself up on my elbow, watching him as he sleeps. His dark hair is tousled, his sharp features softened by the early morning light. I notice the time on the old alarm clock resting on the nightstand, 8:15. William must be downstairs in the exhibit room at the seminar at 9.

I reach out, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. He stirs slightly, his eyes opening to meet mine. "Morning," he murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Good morning," I reply, leaning in to kiss him gently. He deepens the kiss, his hand tangling in my hair, but I pull away after a moment. "You should get ready for your seminar," I remind him, gesturing towards the clock. He turns around to view the time, then groans, then flops back onto the pillow.

Slowly but surely, he gets out of bed and hops into the shower. I doze off and on as he gets ready for work. By 8:50 I get out of bed and give him a kiss goodbye. "Good luck today baby." I say.

"Thanks. I wish I didn't have to go so I could spend the day with you. What are your plans for today?" He asks.

"No clue. Maybe walk around a bit. There's lots of stores nearby." We embrace once more then William walks out of the room.

Even though I'm not sure what my plans will consist of today I decide to grab a shower. I strip off my clothes and step into the warm water, letting it wash away the remnants of last night. I soap up my body, running my hands over my curves, remembering the feel of Carlos's hands on me. I blush at the memory, pushing it aside as I rinse off and step out of the shower. I wrap myself in a plush towel, padding over to the mirror to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Once I'm done, I drop the towel and stand naked in front of the mirror, examining my reflection. I run my hands over my body again, this time with a critical eye. I've always been confident in my appearance, but last night, with Carlos, I felt...different. Desired in a way I've never experienced before. I shake my head, pushing the thought away. I'm with William, I remind myself.

I throw on a white t-shirt with green jeans. I admire the way they make my ass look. Suddenly I hear my phone vibrate and when I pick it up, I see I have a text from an unknown number:

Good morning beautiful. I enjoyed dancing with you last night. Our bodies were so in sync with each other, it was magical. The guys and I are going to this fancy French breakfast cafe and bakery. I'm wondering if you'd like to join us. With all that dancing we did last night I'm sure your body could use an exquisite breakfast

.

A fire burns inside me. I know it's from Carlos. I remember giving him my number before we headed to find William. My mind is telling me I should deny the invitation, maybe not even answer him back. But something inside me is telling me to go. It's just breakfast, and the other guys from last night will be there so it's not like I'll be alone with Carlos. It's not a big deal. It's better than eating alone.

It's just brunch, right?

William

Three hours into the seminar and it's more boring than I thought it would be. They finally let us out for a lunch break, and I sit in the hotel lobby to text Rose:

Hey babe, how are you? They just let us on break and I'm wondering if you'd like to grab a quick bite for lunch.

I send the text and use my phone to search for nearby restaurants. After 15 minutes with no reply I decide to give her a call. It ends up going to voicemail after a couple rings. I start to get worried, so I walk towards the elevator to get to our room. Once I reach our floor I enter our room and see that it's empty. I pull out my phone to give her another call when a text comes through:

Sorry for the late response, I had my phone in my purse and on silent. I'm actually at a mall right now with guys we met last night. Don't think we can do lunch today, maybe tomorrow! The malls about twenty minutes away from the hotel.

I don't even realize my jaw is hanging open. I text her back:

You're with the guys from last night?? How did that happen?!

Her response comes almost instantaneously:

I gave Carlos my number last night. Sorry I forget to tell you! He said him and the guys are going shopping and asked if I wanted to tag along. You know me, a shopaholic! We should be home before you get done with work.

I scratch my head, nervous about her spending time with men we barely even know. I mean they seemed cool, but how much can you really tell from someone from only one night? I text her back:

Alright, just stay safe. Let me know if any of them try anything! We just met them, don't know if I trust them. Text me when you get to our room. I'm going to grab a bite for lunch, TTYL. I love you.

I leave the hotel and go to a 4-star establishment I found on Google. I try to eat as quickly as possible but the whole time my mind is racing with thoughts about what Rose is doing with these investors. Something about the way they were eyeing her up last night petrifies me. The thought of Rose hanging with these mysterious group of rich men puts me at unease. I head back to the seminar, but my mind is not there. My thoughts are at the mall that Rose spoke of.

I lose track of time while daydreaming and found myself wandering off to the men's restroom to take care of my growing uneasiness in my pants. I enter an open stall, quickly lock it, and push down my pants and boxers. My cock springs out, standing tall and already dripping precum.

I grasp it firmly, stroking it slowly as images of Rose flash through my mind. I imagine her with those men, their hands all over her body, touching her in places only I should be allowed to touch. The thought sends a jolt of jealousy and arousal coursing through me, and I tighten my grip, pumping faster.