Page 91 of Rose
Gate notification.
Seconds later, a call from his security buzzed through.
“Hey boss, Mrs. Stone is headed up to the house,” Ron’s voice crackled through.
“I’m gonna take a shower and get ready,” Ahzii said, easing off his lap.
Before she could take a full step, he caught her hand, grounding her with one smooth pull.
She stared down at him, sighing. “Savior, I need to get ready so I can go to the shop.”
Without a word, he hung up the call and pulled her back down into him, gripping the back of her neck gently but firmly, guiding her lips to his in a kiss that silenced everything else. She kissed him back—her mouth soft, her resolve slipping like sand through her fingers.
When he finally let her go, she stood up on shaky legs, limping slightly toward the bathroom causing him to chuckle since he was the cause.
“Fuck you,” she muttered under her breath.
“Sav!” she called a second later, her tone sharp.
He smirked, walking over and leaning in the doorway like a satisfied villain.
She stood frozen in the middle of the bathroom, her eyes wide with surprise. Candles flickered around a tub filled with a warm, foaming bubble bath. The scent of jasmine and coconut drifted through the air. He’d even placed a folded towel and robe on the counter beside it.
She turned, slowly. “You… did all this?”
Savior’s smirk deepened. “Been up since four, baby. Took my dogs for a run, hit the gym, light breakfast, now I'm tryna feed you right and soak you down.”
He stepped inside, arms folded as he admired her expression. “I knew you needed to soak after I beat that good ass pussy all night. That limp you walkin' with? Proof I was right.”
Ahzii turned to him, hands on her hips. “Myboundary. Remember?”
He shrugged like she’d said nothing. “Myboundary, Allure. You ain’t gotta say thank you. You can cuss me out if you want. But you’re gettin’ yo fine ass in that tub, and you’re soaking. Foryou—and for my swollen baby.”
She blinked, mouth parting in disbelief.
Add that to the mental list of howunhingedthis man was.
Still…
“I’m gonna say thank you, because I’m not rude. I was raised with manners. So… thank you,” she said, tone clipped despite the flutter rising in her chest.
She folded her arms. “So just because I’ve got a boundary against emotional attachment, I’m still expected to accept your romantic-ass gestures becauseyourboundary is… what? Loving me in every way possible?”
“Correct, Allure.” He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Her breath caught. “That’s not fair. You’re doing the exact opposite of what I’m asking younotto do.”
“Then don’t crack,” he murmured, pulling her against his chest. “I’ll give you every romantic gesture, fuck your soul out, kiss it back into you, and tell you how alluring you are every damn day… but if you stay detached, keep your heart guarded like you swear you want to—then you won’t have a problem. Right?”
That smirk again. That arrogant, knowing smirk that made her thighs clench and her eyes narrow.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she muttered.
“Nah. Just confident in the man I am. And intentional about what I want.”
He kissed her again—slow, like a promise—and stepped back, leaving her standing still, breathless, and barely able to hold her composure.
“Can you turn around?” she asked softly. “I need to take my clothes off.”
