Chapter 20
Vlad’s room had all been taken over by Roz. She was in bed waiting for him every night as he turned in and snuggled close to him every morning when he woke. It wasn’t exactly something he had expected of her. In fact, Vlad had been contemplating on having a talk with Roz about slowing their relationship down. He could never find the right moment to bring it up, though. She was becoming more daring as they spent more time together, and during those moments, all other thought left Vlad’s mind.
That particular morning he had woken to what he had come to call “the look”, in which Roz looked up at him with doe eyes until he climbed on top of her with a devilish face.
“Just how often do you wake up in this mood?” Vlad asked as he kissed up and down her neck.
Roz was working her hands up Vlad’s silky black shirt, her fingers flying over button as she did so. He pulled away from her momentarily to pull it the rest of the way off. “Only since I came here,” Roz mumbled as Vlad’s lips met with hers.
He would have laughed, but Vlad already knew it to be true thanks to Clockwork. Because of him, Vlad had learned just how close he and Roz would become, and how often they would share that closeness. It was torture for him after that. Every time Roz’s name came up on his phone he would end up picturing them together. And then she ended up at his front door wanting to stay with him. Adding to that torture was a sense of urgency. Roz was a beautiful young woman, and Vlad was a man after all.
“I wonder why that is,” Vlad whispered as he momentarily pulled away from her to breathe. He let both of his hands snake their way up her shirt as he hungrily returned his mouth to hers.
Roz sighed into his mouth as his hands found her bare chest. Vlad took her into his hands and slowly massaged her. Their mouths worked in a much faster rhythm. Heavy breathing filled the room as their mouths frequently parted from each other in their frenzy. Roz bent her knees and pressed her legs against the man.
“God, Vlad,” she moaned as she arched her back towards him. She could feel Vlad’s erection through his thin pants and hastily grabbed for it.
Vlad made a noise between a moan and a chuckle. He bit Roz’s bottom lip and growled, “Take my pants off.”
Almost frantically, she undid the man’s pants and let his hard member escape into her hand. Roz pulled them just barely over his slim hips before turning over onto her stomach. “No, mine,” she told him as she raised her bottom up to him.
Vlad’s eyes flashed red when he felt her rub against him. It was rare that Roz wanted to skip foreplay. She wanted him badly and that was something Vlad never left her disappointed with.
Just as he grabbed two handfuls of the fabric, an even rarer thing happened. Both he and Roz froze in surprise as the doorbell rang. There weren’t many people who knew just how to find Vlad’s Colorado getaway, so his curiosity was instantly spiked. The squirming, cat-like girl underneath him was quite a hurdle to leap over, though.
Oddly enough, Roz also understood the strangeness of the bell. She turned her head to give Vlad a small smile. “Let’s go see who it is,” she sighed. “You owe me, though.”
Angrily, Vlad got out of bed and tucked himself back into his pants. “I assure you I’m not happy either, Roslynne.” He buttoned his pants and began tying up his hair as he opened the door and walked down the hall.
“I’ll be right down,” Roz called after him as she headed for the bathroom.
Vlad cursed to himself as the bell rang again while he was descending the stairs. His lower body was on fire and dying for release. Whoever was ringing his doorbell, it had better be important. Otherwise, he would be tempted to reveal Plasmius and let his anger fly.
The cold winter air hit his bare chest as he grabbed the door and jerked it open. Vlad mentally cursed again and stared daggers at a blonde woman with a pet carrier at her feet. He scowled at her when she stared at his chest.
“Vlad Masters?”
“Yes,” he responded coolly. Like she had to ask; most people knew him on account of his billionaire status.
The woman bent down to unlock the carrier and reached inside. What she pulled out almost made Vlad smack his forehead.
“I thought I canceled this!” he protested.
Vlad came face to face with a white kitten as the woman handed it to him with a look of annoyance. “All of our felines are raised specifically by the order of the customer. We don’t accept refunds. This is a fine animal and I’m quite sure you will be pleased with her. Now, if you’ll sign here,” she finished as she thrust a clipboard into his face.
“Vlad? Who is it?” Roz asked from somewhere behind him.
Vlad quickly signed his name and urged the woman to leave.
“Oh, and here are the name tags and paperwork.”
Vlad quickly snatched them out of the woman’s hand and stuffed them into his pocket. “Right,” he said through gritted teeth, “thank you.” He closed the door before the woman could say another word.
“Vlad?”
He turned as Roz came up behind him with a quizzical look. Her eyes widened when she saw what was cradled in his arm. She covered her smiling mouth to hold back a laugh when the small ball of fur rubbed against his chest. “I can’t believe you actually bought yourself a cat,” she told him as she walked up to pet it.
“Not me,” Vlad told her as a smirk spread across his face, “you. But I suppose she can be
our cat, as well.”
Roz tried to stifle another giggle. “Oh, Vlad,” she started as the kitten instantly rubbed its head against her hand, “I love you.” She reached up and kissed him softly. “I’ll go get your coffee ready.” Roz paused a moment longer to give her new friend another pet.
Vlad let out a sigh after she had left the area. The weight of the nametag in his pocket pulled on his heartstrings. He hated lying to the girl, but there was no way she could know the truth. Despite himself, Vlad grinned and shook his head. He gathered the kitten up in his hands and brought it to eye level, smiling when it pawed at his face. “We’re going to have to find you another name.”
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