Investors Taeover of Rose

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William

Sweat rolls down my forehead as I rest the basket of groceries down on the counter.

"Fuck." I pant, trying to catch my breath.

Carrying a container full of heavy groceries up five flights of stairs is not fun. Especially in the summer, when you're already melting just by stepping foot outside.

I take a moment to look around the apartment.

The kitchen and living room are connected by a large archway, making the space feel open and inviting despite its modest size. The walls are painted a soft shade of yellow, and the floors are covered in worn but comfortable wooden planks. A small, round table sits in the center of the living room, surrounded by mismatched chairs that were obviously bought at different times. A worn-out couch sits against one wall, with a neatly folded blanket on top of it.

The kitchen is simple and functional, with a small countertop that runs along one wall, and a tiny dining table tucked into the corner. The cabinets are painted bright white, and the appliances are all in good working order. A small window above the sink offers a view of the street below, where children play and neighbors chat.

It's one of the cheapest rates we could find here in Hagerstown, Maryland. It's not much, but it's

ours

.

Rose emerges from the hallway, looking as beautiful as ever. She's wearing a white crop top and a pair of light blue jeans.

"You're home. Here, let me help you with these." She says, walking over to help unload the groceries.

While we put the items away, I can't help but think about how much our relationship has improved over the last four months. Dare I say it's the best we've ever been!

After Miami I wasn't sure if it was possible to go back to how things were between us. It took us a while to feel comfortable talking about what happened during the trip, and to be open and transparent with each other. It took some time, but eventually, our walls came down.

"So, Katie called me today during one of my meetings. I called her back at lunch, and she wanted to know if we're free to hit up Jeans tomorrow. What do you say?" Rose informs me.

Jeans is a nightclub that is a few blocks away from our apartment. It's pretty run down, but Rose and I used to go there often, especially when we first moved into the area.

"We haven't been there in ages. I'm down to go hang with her for a little while. We really don't see her that often anymore."

It's true. With everyone working jobs, finding time to get together is difficult. I guess it's one of the tragedies of growing up. It makes me miss the college days where we all had simple schedules and had time to actually live life. To be young and free, not plagued by responsibilities.

Katie has been Rose's best friend since freshmen year of college. Friends have a way of rubbing off on you, and I think she's the reason Rose is so extroverted. From some of the stories I've heard, Katie was quite the party girl back in the day. Now, thankfully she's toned it down, at least from what I can tell. We've only hung out with her a handful of times since we all graduated, with real life getting in the way. She's a dental assistant these days, and I remember Rose and I threw a party for her when she got the job.

"Rob will be there as well. Katie and him are dating now, in case you didn't hear."

"Ugh, thanks for telling me

after

I already agreed to go." I complain.

Rob was also someone we went to university with. I don't have anything against the dude, our paths didn't cross much, but I know he was into some sketchy shit. I remember one time the campus police got a warrant and searched his dorm for cocaine. They didn't end up finding any, since Rob was pretty good at hiding his stash. But I knew not to get too close to him, because I didn't want my life to get messed up because of him.

"Come on, it'll be fineeee." Rose says, putting away the last item we had left.

"I know it will be, because I'll be with you." I pull her close. "You have a way of making everything better."

"Everything?"

"Well, 'Gossip Girl' episodes are still a drag to get through. Those forty-minute episodes always feel like two hours."

Rose laughs. "Wow, what a low blow! Don't worry, we only have one more season to get through."

"Hallelujah."

"After we finish that, 'Sex and The City' is next."

"Do we have to?" I plead.

"Yessss." Rose leans in closer to me.

"And how many seasons is that?"

"Same as 'Gossip Girl', six seasons."

"Oh brother."

"Give it a chance, you might love it." Rose says. "And plus, didn't you say I have a habit of making things better?" She leans in a little more and we kiss.

And just like that, the world becomes obsolete.

I like to think that love keeps you young. The older you get the faster time seems to pass by. But in these moments, when you're in the embrace of someone you love, time almost seems to stand still. It's best to cherish these moments, these quick little escapes from reality.

We both break away from the kiss, breathing heavy, and rest our heads against each other.

"So, we'll be going clubbing tomorrow. But we don't have anything planned for tonight." Rose says, her voice is low and sultry. "I was thinking... why don't we play the game?"

And just like that, time seems to start ticking and I'm back to reality.

"You want to play the game

now

?" I ask, surprised.

The 'Game' is something we started doing a month after returning from Miami. It's where Rose and I head to a bar, usually one that is a distance away from our apartment, so we don't bump into anyone we know. When we get there, we sit separately.

I always choose a spot at the bar where I can see her clearly, but not so close that it's obvious we're together. I watch as men approach her, drawn to her like moths to a flame. She always smiles, always flirts back, always makes them feel seen. It's a game we play, one that we've both come to enjoy in our own ways. For me it feeds into my cuckold desires, which is something I've been exploring lately. It always ends with us coming home and fucking like rabbits.

Rose was the one who originally suggested it. Sometimes I wonder where she got the idea from...

"Sure, why not? We have nothing going on tonight, I think it'll be fun..." She looks at me with a puppy dog face, those lovely brown eyes looking deep into my soul.

"Ok, let's do it." I say.

Rose kisses me again, this time a quick peck on the cheek. "Go ahead and get changed baby. I'll look for a bar."

I obey, heading to our bedroom to change. As I walk down the hallway, I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The game has become something of a ritual for us, a way to explore our desires and keep our relationship fresh and exciting. It's not something I would have imagined myself doing a year ago, but now it feels natural, almost necessary.

I strip off my boring work clothes, tossing them onto the bed before putting on a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt. I run a hand through my hair, trying to tame the unruly strands, before grabbing my wallet and keys and heading back out into the living room.

"Did you find a bar?" I ask.

"Yep! It's a pretty good distance away. So, I ordered an Uber."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves in my system.

"Alright then, let's go."

***

The Uber driver, a middle-aged woman with a thick accent, keeps the conversation flowing, asking us about our plans for the night. Rose handles the small talk effortlessly, her laughter filling the car as she regales the driver with tales of our mundane lives. I sit quietly in the back seat, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch the city lights blur past the window.

Twenty minutes later we pull up to the bar, and I take a moment to survey the exterior. It's a dive, that much is clear. The sign out front is flickering, the neon letters barely legible in the dim light. The building itself is old, the brick facade worn and weathered by time.

The windows are small and grimy, casting a dim glow onto the cracked sidewalk below. The door is heavy and solid, with a small window cut into it, allowing a glimpse of the chaos inside. The sound of music and laughter spills out onto the street, a testament to the night's festivities.

While I pay the driver Rose steps out of the vehicle, her eyes scanning the building as she adjusts her top. She turns to me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"You ready?"

I nod, taking a deep breath and stepping out onto the sidewalk. The air is thick with humidity, and the scent of rain lingers in the air. The streetlights cast long, dancing shadows across the pavement, and the distant rumble of thunder hints at the storm that's brewing.

"Remember, just text me and the game ends." She tells me.

We have a signal to stop the game at any time. When I feel like I've seen enough, or things are going too far I'll send her a text. It's a safeguard for us, or a safety net as I like to call it.

Rose walks into the bar while I stay standing on the sidewalk. I scroll through some apps on my phone to pass some time, and after a few minutes I decide to head into the building.

The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with smoke and the low hum of conversation. The air is thick with the scent of beer and sweat, and the sound of a jukebox playing an old rock song fills the space.

The bar is long and worn, with a few stools scattered in front of it. A bartender with a thick beard and a bandana wrapped around his head is wiping down the counter with a rag. He looks up as I enter, his eyes meeting mine for a moment before he goes back to his task.

I scan the room, my eyes landing on Rose. She's seated near the middle of the bar. There is a women sitting to her left, talking to what looks like a friend. But the right stool is completely empty.

I could end the game right now. I could sit next to her, and we could have a normal night out.

It's such a simple action, but one I don't take. Instead, I walk past her to an empty seat in the corner.

I order a beer from the bartender, who nods and pours me a glass from a tap. The cold liquid feels good in my hand, and I take a sip, letting the bitter taste fill my mouth.

It doesn't take long for someone to take the seat next to Rose.

A man, older than us but only by a little bit--maybe early to mid-thirties--slides onto the stool, turning to face her with a confident smile. He's dressed in a crisp button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned forearms, and a pair of well-fitted jeans. His dark hair is styled messily, and his eyes, a striking blue, are fixed on Rose. I watch as she turns to him, her own smile lighting up her face. He says something which makes her laugh, and he leans closer to her. I feel a twinge of jealousy, but also a familiar thrill. This is what the game's about, after all.

I take a sip of my beer, trying to act casual as I keep an eye on the two of them. The man gestures to the bartender, ordering a drink for himself and one for Rose.

Her eyes are sparkling with interest. I can't hear what they're saying, but I can tell they are flirting with each other.

The man casually puts his hand on the back of her stool. She laughs at something he says, her smile as gorgeous as ever.

The bartender sets two drinks down in front of them, and they clink glasses in a toast. Rose takes a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving the man's face. He's telling her a story, and she's interested, her smile widening as the time passes. He leans in closer, his hand now resting on her arm. I can see the muscles in his forearm flex as he gestures with his hand, emphasizing some point in his tale. Rose laughs again, her head tilting back slightly, her long blonde hair cascading down her back.

Before I know it, I'm almost finished with my beer. I motion to the bartender for another glass. I try hard to hide the fact that I'm watching them like a hawk. The jealousy is still there, gnawing at me, but it's mixed with something else. Excitement. Anticipation. The thrill of the unknown. I feel tension in my groin, my dick slowly hardening.

Now she's telling him a story, and he listens patiently. He looks as if he's studying her.

The man's hand moves from her arm to her back, his fingers tracing small circles on her skin. Rose doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into his touch, her body language open and inviting. The man takes this as encouragement, his hand moving up to her shoulder, then to her neck, where his thumb gently strokes her jawline. She turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting his, and they share a moment of intense connection. The air between them seems to crackle with electricity.

I can see it in his eyes, the way he looks at her like she's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen. And she's eating it up, her smile never fading, her laughter always ready.

My eyes move down to his hand, and I notice something sparkling on his finger. My jaw drops when I realize he's wearing a wedding ring. He can't be married

and

flirting with my girlfriend, right? My heart starts to beat faster now.

The man leans in closer as he speaks to her. Her eyes are locked onto his, her breath catching slightly as he whispers something in her ear. She laughs again, her hand reaching up to cover his on her neck, her fingers intertwining with his.

I take a sip of my beer, trying to calm my nerves. This is what we do, this is what we play for. But it doesn't make it any easier to watch.

My sweet Rose... When I first her she was so pure, so innocent. But now look what I've done, I've awakened this sexy demon inside her. Although was it really me who brought this on? No, it was the investors... If she had never met them that night in the club none of this would have happened. Our lives would be going in a completely different direction...

My heart pounds in my chest like a drum, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I try to focus on anything but them, but my eyes keep drifting back to Rose and the stranger. I can't help it; it's like watching a car crash in slow motion.

The man's hand moves from her neck to her hair, his fingers tangling in the long blonde strands. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks. I can't hear what he's saying, but I can see the effect it has on Rose. Her eyes flutter closed, her breath hitching slightly as she leans into his touch.

Then suddenly, his hand moves below the table. I can tell it's on her thigh by the way she jumps a little.

I have to stop this.

I think to myself. I feel my erection fight against the material of my jeans. I pull out my phone and type out a message:

Ok. Let's bounce.

My finger hovers over the send button, but I don't press it. I look over at them again.

The man is telling her what looks like another long story, but I can see Rose is breathing a little heavy. His hand is still below the table.

What's he doing to her?

I stare at her sexy cleavage, her breasts nearly breaking free from the tight white top that holds them. Her nipples are hard and visible through the thin material.

Rose closes her eyes for a couple seconds, and it looks as if a moan escapes her lips.

I need to end this now!

My thumb taps the send button, and I chug the remainder of my beer. I motion to the bartender to let him know that I'm ready to pay.

I look back at Rose, who still looks like she's in a daze. She hasn't noticed my text messages at all. Is she so enthralled by this man that she didn't notice her phone vibrate?

Worried, I type up another message:

Rose let's go!

She still doesn't react. She is nodding at something the stranger says, and I notice her eyes have a certain hunger inside them.

The bartender walks over to me, and I pay for my drinks. Rose must have seen this transaction because she quickly moves away from the man. She says something apologetic and reaches for her wallet, throwing some money on the table. Then she gets up and heads to the front door.

I follow suit, racing after her.

When I spot her outside, she's on her phone, probably reading the messages I sent. I run up and hug her.

She looks at me with guilty eyes. "Babe I'm so sorry I didn't notice your texts; I don't know what got into me. I-"

I shut her up by planting my lips onto hers.

She kisses me back with a hunger that surprises me. It's like she's trying to devour me, her tongue exploring my mouth with such intensity. I can taste the remnants of her drink on her lips, a sweet and tangy flavor that sends a jolt of electricity through me.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. I rest my forehead against hers, my eyes closed as I try to regain composure.

"Let's go home," I whisper.

She nods, her breath hot on my face. "Yes, let's."

We walk a couple blocks away from the bar and order an Uber.

The ride home is a blur of anticipation and sexual tension. Rose's hand finds its way to my thigh, her fingers tracing circles on the denim as she looks at me with lustful eyes. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and I know she can feel the hard-on pressing against my jeans.

As soon as we pull up to our apartment building, we're out of the car like a shot. We barely make it inside before our lips are locked together again, our hands fumbling with each other's clothes. I push her up against the wall in the hallway, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the curves and contours of her flesh.

"You looked so fucking hot tonight." I say as I pick her up.

Rose wraps her arms around me and moans.

"Who was the guy?"

"His name was Nathan. He's a maintenance technician."

"He wanted you so bad babe."

"Take me to bed." Rose whispers.

I carry her to our bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. I climb on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. "Did you like him?" I ask, even though I already know the answer. My voice is low and husky, like an animal who is finally able to eat its prey.

Rose's breath hitches as she looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes," she admits.

I lean down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. She moans into my mouth, her body writhing beneath me as I grind against her. I undress her, from bottom to top, until she's completely nude. She then helps me pull down my pants and boxers, as I lift off my shirt.

I position my dick and insert it inside her.

She gasps at the intrusion, her body tense for a moment before she relaxes and starts to move with me. I thrust in and out of her, feeling her tightness envelop me. The sensation is incredible, and I can feel my orgasm building.

"Was that a ring I saw on his finger?" I ask.

"It was an engagement ring."

"Fuckkk," I keep her hands pressed above her head as I start thrusting harder. "He's getting married and still flirting with you huh?"

"Yessssss," She gasps.

I can feel her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me in deeper.

"He asked me if I had a boyfriend," Rose says. "I told him yes,"

"And he still wanted to flirt with you?"

"Yessss... He didn't care."

"I saw his hand disappear and you looked like you were in a trance. What was he doing to you huh?" I ask between breaths.

"He was rubbing my thigh. Then he worked his way up from there...."

"He was rubbing your pussy?!" I ask, my breath is moving faster.

"Eventually he found my pussy. He started rubbing it through my jeans."

My mind processes this information by fucking her harder. My horniness grows and it feels like it's going to consume my whole body.