Investors Takeover Of Rose Pt 02

If you haven't read the previous chapter I suggest doing so since it adds context to the characters and events. If you do not like cheating or cuckold themes, you probably shouldn't read any further.

Hope you enjoy!

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William

It's such a beautiful morning here in Miami that working is the last thing I want to do. I'd rather spend the day outside with Rose exploring the city, relaxing on the beach, maybe even rent a jet ski for us. But instead I'm stuck here in this hotel, dressed in a button up and khakis, trying not to go insane.

Today's seminar is even more of a punishment than yesterdays. The topic is all about team training. They paired all of us into small groups and made us do team exercises. One included practicing interpersonal communication. Each of us was given cards with difficult topics and we would go around communicating them with the team.

At my job we work in cross-functional teams, so you'd

think

this training would be helpful, right? But in actuality, it's just a huge waste of time. The work environment we have on-site is super casual, and we talk to each other like friends.

Curse the higher up who made this stupid thing mandatory...

As soon as the organizer lets us go to lunch I give Rose a call. She answers on the first ring.

"Hey lover, hope your day is going smoothly! What are you up to?" She says through the phone. She has the voice of an angel.

"Hey babe, we just got out on break. Do you want to do lunch together?" I ask.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect! Give me a couple minutes and I'll meet you down in the lobby."

I smile knowing that means she's not hanging with those investors again. Yesterday's lunch was lonely, and I was so lost in my own head; making up scenarios of what she could be doing with them. Why did thinking about Rose hooking up with those guys turn me on? I haven't had time yet to process why those thoughts excited me as much as they did. But it was the horniest I've been in ages. Never in my life have I snuck off to a public bathroom to jerk off. I don't know what came over me that day, I just... couldn't fight it.

Come to think of it, it's not the only time I've felt this way. Oddly enough I do find myself supporting a boner when I'm out with Rose occasionally. I always notice men's eyes wander her body when we're out in public, especially if she's wearing a more revealing outfit. Rose loves crop tops, as matter of fact it's probably the most common piece of clothing I see her wear. Sometimes I feel insecure and not worthy of being with someone like her. When other men check her out I can't help but think they could please her better than I ever could.

I've always been insecure about my penis size. While it's not small, it is average. Like barely hitting the five inches mark. I've asked Rose many times before if she's honestly fine with what I'm packing, and she always laughs it off. She tells me that it's ok and that size doesn't matter; emphasizing that she loves my dick.

God, she's too freaking kind.

I think to myself.

How could I ever fantasize about this sweet innocent girl getting fucked by rich, old men.

I shake my head, hoping that will clear my mind for a bit.

Rose came down wearing a cute blue T-shirt with black sweats and we headed over to an Italian joint I found on Google.

The aroma of garlic bread and marinara sauce greeted us as we stepped inside. We were seated at a cozy booth by the window, overlooking the bustling street outside. After browsing the menu, we decided to share a caprese salad to start, followed by some cheese raviolis for me and a margherita pizza for Rose.

As we waited for our food, we clinked glasses of Prosecco and Rose asked about my day. I groaned dramatically, "It's been torture. Team-building exercises and icebreakers all morning. I'd rather be stuck in traffic. Actually, I'd rather be hit by the traffic."

She laughed, "Well, at least you're making the most of it now. I had a pretty lazy day."

I raised an eyebrow, "You didn't explore the city at all?"

Before she could answer our waitress arrived with our entrées. After we take a few bites she continues.

"Not really. I woke up late, and then Carlos invited me to brunch with the guys again."

My muscles tighten. I was hoping last night would be the last time we heard from them. I still don't trust those guys. I hardly remember anything from last night. The only moments I can recall are the shuffleboard game, getting up to go to the bathroom, and laying in my bed. I really let myself go.

Was it an ego thing? Did I feel insecure around them that I tried to one up each of them in drinking.

I also remember feeling angry towards one of them, but I can't recall why...

"You went with them again? Why am I never included in these discussions?" I ask, aggravated.

"The guys wake up later than you do since they're on vacation. If you didn't have to go into work so early you could've come. You know me, I'm very sociable, I like hanging out with them. It's better than being alone all day..."

I feel the slight dig in her last sentence, and I feel bad. I know she wants to do stuff with me while in Miami, but I

am

working.

"I-I feel like... " I sigh. "Look, I feel like the number of times these guys have been contacting you, even though we

just

met them, is weird to me. I feel like Carlos is trying to get with you and he's using his buddies to convince you to hang out. I don't remember much of anything from last night. I know I probably talked to them a lot, ya know, got to know them more. But I just don't remember a lot..."

Rose grabs my hand. "Will, listen to me. Everything is fine. I promise. I'm having fun, that's all. You don't need to worry about me or these guys. I can handle myself."

I look into her eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. But all I see is sincerity. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "I know you can, Rose. It's just... I don't know, I guess I'm feeling a bit protective. These guys are strangers, and they seem to be taking an awful lot of interest in you."

She smiles softly, squeezing my hand. "I appreciate your concern, really I do. But you have to trust me. Nothing is going on, okay? I'm just enjoying some new friendships. And besides, aren't I here to have fun? That's why you brought me, right?"

I nod, feeling a bit foolish. Of course, she's right. I should be happy she's having fun and enjoying her vacation. I just can't shake this feeling of unease. I take a deep breath and force a smile. "You're right, Rose. I'm sorry. I just worry about you, that's all."

She leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. "I know you do, Will. And that's one of the reasons why I love you. But seriously, everything is fine. Now, let's enjoy our lunch and forget about those guys, okay?"

I nod, determined to put my worries aside and focus on the present. We continue to eat, laughing and joking like we usually do. But throughout the meal, as well as the walk back to the hotel, I notice she's on her phone texting someone. I can't help but wonder if those guys are messaging her again. I push the thought aside, telling myself to trust her.

Once we get back to the resort we kiss each other goodbye.

"Don't stay copped up in that room all day. ok? I want you to get outside, have some fun." I tell her.

"Will do, captain." She replies.

I watch as she heads to the elevator to get back up to our room, then I make my way towards the seminar conference hall.

• • •

Rose

As the door slams shut I let out a sign, then collapse on the bed. I feel bad about lying to Will. I had told him nothing happened, when something

definitely did.

I feel guilty and ashamed, and my motivation to do anything evaporates. I know I should tell him the truth, but I also know that if he finds out it'll ruin the rest of our vacation.

I know what I did last night was wrong, but every time I think about it I can't help but get turned on.

Carlos was rough, assertive, dominant - everything Will isn't. He took control, he made me feel things I've never felt before. I loved every minute of it. I loved being dominated, being used for his pleasure. It was exhilarating, liberating. I've never felt so alive, so desired. I can still feel his hands on me, his lips on mine, his cock inside me. I can still hear his voice, which was so demanding... I can't stop thinking about it.

What the fuck is wrong with me!?

I yell at myself. I've never cheated in any relationship I've ever had, and loyalty has always been something I value strongly. With me growing up as a Christian I always thought I had a good moral compass. So why was this time different? How did I get persuaded to cheat so easily?

A part of me thinks that I have some weird, unspoken desire to be wanted by these older gentlemen. They are all well-established men, with great careers and wealth. Does being sought after by such elite figures interest me? Is that a normal feeling for someone to have? The fact that I'm questioning myself worries me. I feel as if I've hopped on a roller coaster and, now that it's slowly climbing to the peak, it's too late to get off.

Suddenly my phone dings. It's a text from an unknown number:

Good morning Rose, this is Paul. Carlos provided me your number; I hope you don't mind. Hopefully William is doing alright, I noticed he went a little overboard with the drinks last night hahaha. The guys and I went to grab a bite to eat as well, but now we're going to head over to one of the country clubs I own. It's only about a fifteen-minute drive away, give or take depending on traffic. I'd love it if you'd join us. It's a beautiful place, it has its very own golf course, bar, swimming pool, etc. We plan to hang by the pool today and relax.

I stare at the message, my heart pounding in my chest. Should I be worried that Carlos gave my number away so easily? And I can't believe they're inviting me to hang out again, especially after what happened last night with Carlos.

Does Paul know what happened last night?

Is this some kind of test? Or worse, a trap? My mind races with questions, each one more paranoid than the last. I shouldn't go. I know I shouldn't...

But as I reread the message, I can't ignore the thrill that courses through me at the thought of spending another day with them. The way they made me feel yesterday... alive, desired, seen. It's intoxicating. Guilt gnaws at me, but so does curiosity.

I mean what else am I planning on doing today?

I find myself typing out a response before I can talk myself out of it:

Sounds fun. What time?

I hit send, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe I'm doing this. But as I wait for Paul's response, I can't deny the thrill that's coursing through me. I'm playing with fire, and I know it. But I can't seem to help myself. What's wrong with me?

My phone chimes with a new message:

Great! Meet us in the lobby in about fifteen minutes. Can't wait to see you again, darling.

He immediately sends a second text:

Oh, and Rose... Wear that little yellow bikini we bought you yesterday

.

You looked fucking edible in it.

His bluntness takes me by surprise. I know I should tell him never mind after that comment. But something about it temps me.

I barely know this man and he's talking to me like we're close... I want him to tell me that again...

I get up to get ready, my mind racing with anticipation and anxiety. I slip into the bikini, admiring myself in the mirror. The top ties around my neck and back, leaving little to the imagination. The bottoms are equally revealing, cutting high on my hips and leaving my ass cheeks basically bare. It's practically a thong.

I blush at the memory of trying it on in front of the investors, their appreciative gazes made me feel like a goddess. I hadn't gotten a chance to wear it yet. Looks like today's the day.

I slip on a cover-up, grab my beach bag, put on a pair of shades, and head downstairs.

As I step off the elevator, I spot them immediately. They're all dressed casually, in swim trunks and polo shirts, looking like they've just stepped off the pages of a magazine. A very expensive magazine! Sometime like Vogue or Elle.

Carlos catches sight of me first, his eyes widening as he takes in my appearance. He says something to the others, and they all turn to look at me, their gazes hungry and lustful. Paul steps forward, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. We all greet each other and hop in a black G-Wagon to make our way over to the country club.

"Is this your whip, or are you just renting it?" I ask Paul, who's in the driver's seat.

"This baby's all mine. In fact, I just bought her this past year." He says, looking at me through the mirror with a friendly smile plastered across his face.

We arrive to the club, and it's even more impressive than I could have imagined! A lush, tropical oasis amid the bustling city, with palm trees swaying gently in the breeze and the sound of water splashing in the distance. The golf course is impeccably maintained, with perfectly manicured greens and pristine white sand traps. The bar is sleek and modern, with a bartender behind the counter ready to mix up any drink we could desire. The pool was nice, equipped with a diving board, slide, hot tub, and every floaty you'd ever want. The only downside was that it was a little crowded.

When we walk in Paul is greeted by the staff. I start walking towards the pool area when Paul stops me.

"Hold on. We're not going to

that

pool. I have a little VIP area that has an equally amazing one, and we'll have it all to ourselves." Paul winks at me, leading the way towards a secluded section of the country club. The others follow closely behind, their eyes never leaving my body. I can feel the heat of their gazes, and it sends a shiver down my spine. This is dangerous territory, but I can't seem to pull myself away.

As we approach the VIP area, I realize that Paul wasn't exaggerating. It's like stepping into a private paradise. The pool is crystal clear, surrounded by plush loungers and shaded cabanas. There's even a private bar tucked away in the corner, stocked with an array of premium liquors and exotic fruits.

Paul gestures for us to make ourselves comfortable. "Help yourselves to whatever you'd like. Drinks, snacks, towels - it's all here for you."

I grab a towel and lay it on one of the loungers, settling down onto it with a content sigh. I take off my cover to expose the yellow bikini. Immediately I can feel all the guys staring at me, admiring the view. I try pretending like I don't notice.

Carlos walks over to me with two glasses filled with a Tequila Sunrise. He hands one to me, and I take a sip, the sweet liquor exploding on my tongue.

"Mmm, this is delicious," I murmur, taking another sip.

Carlos sits down on the lounger next to me, propping himself up on one elbow and facing me. "I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favorites. I thought you might enjoy it too."

I smile at him, feeling a flutter in my stomach at his presence. "Thank you, Carlos. That was really thoughtful of you."

He shrugs, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "What can I say? I like to take care of beautiful women."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help the redness that spreads across my cheeks. Paul comes over and sits on the other side of me, with John following behind. The other three men, Damien, Stevie and Peter jump into the pool.

"You should put sunscreen on. It won't take long to get burnt out here." Paul suggests.

"On it." Carlos says as he gets up and heads inside. He comes back out with some lotion. "Here, let me help you with that." Carlos says, squirting some sunscreen into his hands. Before I can protest and tell him that I have some in my bag, he starts rubbing it onto my shoulders, his strong hands kneading the muscles. I tense up at first, but his touch feels so good that I soon relax into it. He works his way down my arms, then up my neck, his fingers brushing against my skin sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the other guys watching us, their gazes intense. I glance over at Paul and see a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. I look away, my cheeks flushing. Carlos's hands move lower, tracing the straps of my bikini top.

"You know, I've been thinking about this all morning," he whispers, his voice low. "About how much I want to see you in this bikini. To touch you, taste you..." Carlos's hands slip, grazing the side of my breast.

I gasp, my body tensing at the unexpected contact. His eyes meet mine, a challenge in them.

"Oops," he smirks, not moving his hands away. Instead, he starts to slowly rub sunscreen onto my chest, his thumbs brushing against the underside of my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening, pressing against the thin fabric of my bikini top. I glance at Paul, who is watching us intently, his smirk now gone. His eyes are locked onto mine, brows furrowed in a way that made it clear he wasn't just looking—he was

studying

.

I should stop this; I know I should. But I can't seem to find the willpower to do so. Carlos's touch feels too good, too addictive. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Carlos, maybe you should let me do the rest," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He leans in closer, his breath hot on my ear.

"Nonsense, I insist," he murmurs, his voice firm yet gentle. Before I can protest, he squirts more sunscreen onto his hands and begins to massage it into my stomach, his fingers tracing circles around my belly button. I suck in a breath, my body tensing at the intimacy of the gesture. He pays no mind, instead continuing his slow, sensual assault on my senses. He works his way down, his hands slipping beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above my vagina. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.

"Carlos," I warn, my voice barely audible. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Shh," he says, placing a finger on my lips. "Just relax, Rose. Let me take care of you." I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

I can't believe I'm letting this happen, but I can't seem to stop it either. He finishes with my front, then tells me to flip over onto my stomach. I hesitate for a moment, but ultimately comply, my curiosity piqued. He straddles me, his knees on either side of my thighs, and begins to massage sunscreen into my back. His strong hands work their way down my spine, his thumbs pressing firmly into my muscles. My body starts to relax under his expert touch. He works his way down to the base of my spine, then moves to my sides, his fingers brushing against the sides of my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening again, pressing into the lounger beneath me. I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan.

Carlos's hands are magic, his touch igniting a fire within me. He spends an eternity massaging lotion into my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, kneading and caressing. I can feel my body throbbing, aching for his touch. Just as he's about to finish putting lotion on my ass, he gives it a playful slap, making me yelp in surprise. "There," he says, his voice smug. "All done." He climbs off me, leaving me horny and confused. I turn over, glaring at him.

"That was cruel. I have a boyfriend, you know." I say firmly, my voice breathless.

He just laughs, a deep, sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine. "So? He's not here right now, is he?" He remarks. "And besides, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit just now."

I glare at him, my cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. I can sense the guys go in and out of the pool while I tan. Ever ten minutes or so I would flip over to tan the other side. After about a half hour I decide to swim a bit.