Stabbed by Rose (BLS #4)

Rose Hastington I walked out of my office with a smile plastered on my face. I didn't know why I was so happy today, but I was just happy.

"You're weird." I glared at my brother as he commented about my face.

"Shut it, Luke," I hissed, and he pressed the lift button.

"Have you booked a ticket to Miami for next week?"

"Why don't we use our jet?" I asked.

"Dad is going to use it, smart head," he said, annoyed, and we walked into the lift.

"Why does Dad get to use it every time?" I hissed.

"It's his," Luke said in an 'are you stupid?’ tone.

"Where are you going after this?" I asked.

"As usual…meeting my friends," Luke said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Will Max be there?"

"It's only me, Sky, and Ken for today.”

"Where're the rest?" I asked, and the lift opened. We walked out from the lift and out of the building.

"Aaron’s at home, taking care of his sick wife. Alex is taking Angel to LA. Sebastian is in Russia, but I don't know what that idiot is doing there, and lastly, your Max…"

I looked at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "Where? Max where?"

"I don't know." That made me smack his shoulder hard. He groaned in pain.

"Don't joke like that!"

"Why don't you check him at his house? You can call him too," he hissed and rubbed the spot where I had smacked him.

"Okay." I smiled widely, and he still looked at me, annoyed. I walked to my car and waved to my annoying brother. I got into my car and drove out of my office building.

I decided to just go to Max's house. I missed him. We fought a lot last week, and neither of us had talked yet, so I figured it was time to clear things up with him.

Max was my first love. I had loved him since I was 14, and I knew that sounded crazy. Now I was 24—almost 25, and my heart still belonged to him. We had on and off relationship, and as you all know, Max was a playboy. He often changed women almost every day.

It broke my heart whenever he did that, and I'd been watching him for almost 11 years, but he kept going back to me in the end. I knew he was a douchebag, but I loved him. It was a crazy love, but it was true.

When I saw Max for the first time, everything just seemed right. He didn’t notice me at first, but when I turned 17, I changed my appearance. I went to the gym and started to make my body sexier so he would notice me.

From that point, he took ‘my first’ everything—and I did save it all for him. It was just incredible for him to be my first, and of course, I loved him. I’d never said that to his face, but I knew he would always come to me in the end.

This year, my dad started talking about merging my company with the Portwalts’ by arranging my marriage with Austin Portwalt, Blake Samuel's best friend in Miami. We had both already met each other secretly with my and his dad. We were taking everything slowly, and we had only gone on a few dates.

Austin liked me. He told me that, but as all you know, I didn't like him. He was sweet and caring and really wanted to take everything slowly. He was far from Max. I wanted Max to be like Austin—but of course, he couldn’t be.

Austin had everything that I wanted in a guy, but he couldn't give me the feelings that Max gave me. He just couldn't.

Two days ago, our families had dinner together again—without Luke of course. My dad wouldn't risk anything if Luke knew about it. We had come to an agreement to get married next month, but I was still confused about it.

Max had never stated that I was his. He had never claimed me. I was not even his girlfriend or anything, so we didn't have any official relationship, and it hurt me, but what could I do? I asked him to be my boyfriend, but he rejected me. And now, we hadn’t talked for two months, and it was killing me.

Maybe if I got married to Austin, I could develop feelings for him because we’d live together and basically do everything together. I thought I’d like him or maybe love him.

But now…my heart still belonged to Max.

As I arrived at his house, my eyes narrowed when I saw a yellow Ferrari parked there. I walked to his main door, still looking at that Ferrari.

I walked inside his house. All his maids already knew who I was, so they were already used to me getting into the house without any announcement.

I turned to the stairs, and my eyes widened.

My heart was crushed again…for the thousandth time, maybe.

I saw red high heels, a bra, a black dress, panties, a suit, shoes…my heart clenched, but I kept walking up.

I had been watching this kinda thing for 11 years, and I didn't know how many girls he had already bedded. I walked to his room and stood in front of his door.

I heard moans, groans, and screams. I literally wanted to cry about this situation, and I always did, but I suddenly remembered my agreement with Austin and his dad.

I had been getting tired, actually, for the past 11 years. This was what I get for everything. Heartbreak…nothing more. And that smart man he was—Max would always get me back.

"Gosh, Jennifer." My eyes widened…Jennifer? Jennifer, his new secretary?

With that, I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. They both turned to me, and all I saw was Max’s face. He had this angry expression on.

"Get out, Rose!" he yelled loudly and clearly.

"Gladly." I smiled and turned, walking away without any tears—just hate towards him.

From today on, I won't come back to you again, Max. I won't.

Rose Hastington 2 weeks later…

I smiled widely as I arrived at the club. I needed to let out my stress. Even though I would see Max, I didn't care. Today was Kenneth's birthday, and he had invited us all to the usual club.

I walked into the club wearing a really sexy black dress with cuts at my waist. I really loved the feeling of wearing a dress that revealed my skin, especially when I thought about seeing Max's reaction. I had already promised myself that I wouldn't talk to him or interact with him. I hated his guts.

"Hello, boys." I walked in their direction. "Happy birthday, Kenny." I hugged him and kissed his cheek. He thanked me and just let me enjoy the party. "My girls!" I hugged them all one by one, and I saw Max's face darken.

"What the hell are you wearing?" I heard Max ask, and I ignored him.

"So, how about we dance on the dance floor?" I asked the girls, and their face lit up. I got a big glare from their husbands.

"That's a great idea," Sophia squealed, but when she stood up from her seat, Aaron held her firmly. "Aaron!" Sophia smacked his hand.

"Let's go," Janet said when Sky wasn’t paying attention while talking to Ken and Sebastian.

"Don't even think about it!" Alex said before Angel could even stand up. Angel kissed his cheek and whispered something to his ear, and Alex let her go. I wondered what she had whispered to him about.

"Let's go!" I pulled all of my girls to the dance floor, even it though it was hard to separate them from their husbands at first. We started to dance carelessly and just swayed our hips to the music.

"What the hell, Janet!" I heard Sky dragging his wife away as someone started to ogle at her. I chuckled but continue to dance with Sophia and Angel.

"It's been a long time since I got to do this!" Angel said, and I smiled to her.

"Let's party secretly sometimes," I said, and she gave me a thumbs up.

“My knees are hurting. I can't dance for long," Sophia said, and I laughed. She fell down the stairs last week and hit her knee quite hard. I gestured her to go back, and she went away, but Angel and I still had fun. It was just me and Angel now. Suddenly, Angel looked behind me.

"Ohh, a hot hottie is checking you out.” She smirked, and I pretended to turn around to see the guy she was talking about. I saw a blond guy walk toward me and smirked.

"I'll leave you alone, girl,” Angel whispered, and then she left me. The guy started to give me a wink, and I gestured for him to come closer. We danced together for awhile until he landed his hands on my bare waist. I circled my arms around his neck, and I smiled, looking into his blue eyes.

"What's your name, sexy?" he asked.

"Vella." I wasn’t lying. Vella was my middle name. How come this guy was asking for my name? I guessed he was anti-social man.

"I'm Alfonzo. Call me Al." He smirked and started leaning his face closer to mine.

"What a sexy name to scream, Al." I was basically flirting with him, and he started feeling up my back with his hands. I ran my hands down his chest, and he squeezed my butt. He pulled me in and crashed his lips to mine. His hands were everywhere on me, and I had missed this feeling…just making out.

"You want to go?" he asked, and I crashed my lips against him again when suddenly, my body was pulled back. I turned to see Max, who was giving Alfonso a really deadly glare. Al looked at him in shock. Of course he knew Max. Who didn't?

"Let me go." I pushed Max’s hand away and walked away. What a bastard. I walked back to where the others were and sat beside Angel, who was currently drinking her cocktail.

"What happen with the hottie?" she asked.

"What hottie?" Alex asked, and she ignored him.

"Max ruined it," I hissed as I scanned the dance floor again.

"He's jealous."

"Jealous? He slept with other woman in front of my eyes, and he dared to get jealous from me making out with someone?" I was more that pissed.

"Boy brains don't work that way, Rose." I was startled when Alex butted into our conversation.

"How do they work, then, Alexander?"

"We're selfish. We think we can do everything while you girls don’t…for example, I won't let my wife get jealous, but when it comes to her, I get jealous all the time, and all I want to do is throw away any guy who dares to kiss her. We work like that. I know it sucks, but swallow it, Rosey." He smirked, and Angel kissed his cheek.

"I thought you were in a good terms with him?" Angel asked.

"I decided to stop. He's not worth it. I've waited 11 years, and now, it's time for me to move on." I sighed and took my cocktail.

"11 years. I almost went crazy loving Alex for such a long time—and he didn't care," she said honestly.

"I did care a little, Angel," Alex said, and Angel rolled her eyes.

"Love hurts sometimes. When I said I liked this guy, he completely blew me off, and I had to wait like an idiot for him to come back." Angel pointed her finger at Alex.

"But I came back."

"Hush, Alex!" she snapped and smiled at me. "I suggest you move on, Rose. Hurting yourself for that long is enough." She held my hand. “Find a new hottie," she added and winked.

"Did I miss something?" Sophia asked as she plopped down beside me.

"She's moving on from Max," Angel mouthed so Alex couldn’t hear.

"Ohhh, nice idea. Find a hottie here," Sophia said, and I nodded.

"I’m getting married to Austin in two weeks," I stated to them slowly, and their eyes widened.

"So you agree to it?" Sophia asked, and I nodded.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, the invitation will arrive at your house today or tomorrow." I sighed and sipped my cocktail.

"Has Max heard about this?" Angel asked.

"Him? He won't care. Why are you hoping he will care? Let him see me getting married." I was pissed.

"I bet he will get pissed. Seeing you making out with someone else already got him mad, so I'll bet he will blow up when he gets the news that you're getting married."

"I didn't send an invitation to him, though."

"You didn't?"

"Your husband will tell him."

"Let's see what he will do," Sophia said.

Suddenly, I wanted to know how Max would react, even if I tried not to care.