***Mature***
After being forced into a contract marriage, Dylan and Rosalie make a deal to have meaningless sex despite feeling nothing but hatred for each other. Will this deal brighten up their frustrated lives or will someone end up losing their...
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"So what do you wanna do today," Dylan didn't realise he was going to regret asking that question.
"Ooh, let's go shopping," Rosalie exclaimed. She was wearing a yellow sundress that made her skin look absolutely gorgeous.
"Are you serious?"
"Do you have something better to do?"
• • •
Dylan had accepted defeat and was now being dragged into various shops by Rosalie. First she had taken him into Sephora and asked him to pick which shade of lipstick looked better on her. Dylan had randomly selected one since he could really not tell the difference between the two. Now she was forcing him to try on random shirts. The only reason he had agreed to do that was because she had promised to try on whatever he picked out for her.
"Wow, don't you look handsome," Rosalie giggled when Dylan stepped out of the dressing room in a black T-shirt that said 'Big Daddy' and was two sizes too small. Dylan rolled his eyes and returned to the dressing room.
"That's the last one. It's your turn after this," he yelled from inside.
To take his revenge, Dylan decided to take Rosalie to a Victoria's Secret store.
"Hey, that's no fair. I didn't make you try on underwear," Rosalie complained.
"It's not my fault you're dumb," he shrugged and pushed her into the dressing room, handing her a bunch of lingerie to try on.
At first, Rosalie was a little embarrassed but after a couple of outfits, she decided to mess with Dylan. Every time she came out in a new pair of lacy underwear, she posed sexily. Her plan was working because Dylan had already started to get worked up. He could feel a tightness in his jeans and had to concentrate really hard to think of anything other than Rosalie under him.
When Rosalie walked out in lacy black lingerie with thigh high boots, he couldn't help as his jaw dropped and eyes widened to gape at her. He gulped as he took a step towards her and closed the distance between them.
"We should definitely buy this. I can think of a lot of things to do to you in those," he said huskily, while pointing to her boots with one hand as the other went on her waist and pulled her close.
"Oh, can you, now?" Rosalie whispered in his ear and he could feel her hot breath fanning his skin.
"Fuck, Rose. Go change before I rip this off of you right here," he groaned, pushing her back into the dressing room.
"Your period seriously needs to end now," he complained while she changed behind the curtain.
"Just one more day," she chuckled.
Afterwards, Rosalie dragged Dylan to different stores where she tried on various dresses, skirts, and tops, each time asking for his opinion. Dylan however, was no help to her. She looked so adorable, getting excited every time she found something she liked. He didn't understand why she needed to ask his opinion before buying anything. He thought she looked pretty in everything.
She rushed from one store to the next while Dylan had been reduced down to the designated bag carrier. He had stopped complaining, because even to his astonishment, he was enjoying himself.
It had already started to get dark when she had finally scoured every single store on the street and announced that she was done.
"What now?" She asked.
"Well, we could go for some dinner," he offered.
"I'm not sure I wanna have dinner with you after the last date we had," Rosalie scrunched her nose. She looked so cute when she did that. Dylan quickly brushed that thought away.
"Hey, we both hated each other back then," he argued.
"And you don't hate me now?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, it's been reduced to a slight dislike," he gave her a crooked smile.
Rosalie chuckled and agreed.
After dropping off the million bags that Dylan was forced to carry, they made their way to a small cafe. Both of them ordered steak and the dinner ended up being rather pleasant. They talked about everything and nothing. The warmth Dylan felt throughout their conversation was unexpected, yet he relished in it. Spending time with Rosalie made him happy and he couldn't understand why. Although, at this point, he didn't really care.
They decided to walk back to the hotel after dinner. They were passing through a small market when they saw a man standing on the sidewalk, strumming his guitar.
"Oh man, I miss playing the guitar," Rosalie mentioned as she walked towards the man.
"Really? You can play?" Dylan asked surprised.
"Yeah, I learned it in high school. Never got a chance to play it after college," she spoke sadly.
"Let's see then," Dylan replied.
Rosalie looked at him with a confused expression. He marched over to the guy playing, with determination. Handing him a hundred dollar bill, he asked, "Five minutes with your guitar, kind sir."
The man took off the guitar strap slinging on his shoulder and happily handed it to Dylan who brought it to Rosalie. She grabbed it from him excitedly and began messing with the strings. Dylan waited patiently as he didn't understand what she was doing. Once she was done, she started strumming the strings. Immediately, he realised the song she was playing.
Her voice came out melodious as she starting singing Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's. Dylan was pleasantly surprised by how good she was. He couldn't help but stare as she got lost in the song. Her skin shone in the moonlight and her eyes twinkled every time she looked up at him. Dylan's heart was thrumming against his chest. A couple of people had stopped around to listen and she grinned every time someone would drop money in front of her.
"Even more in love with me you'd fall We'd have it all"
In that moment, anyone who took one look at them could tell that Dylan was falling for her, even if he wasn't ready to admit it to himself.
He was so engrossed that he didn't even realise when the song ended. The few people standing around clapped and brought him out of his reverie. Rosalie was grinning at him and he gave her a huge smile. She returned the guitar to the man muttering a quick thanks and bent over to pick up the money people had given her.
"Look, I made eleven and a half dollars," she squealed and then dropped it in the container placed in front of the man who had now started playing again.
Dylan subconsciously placed his hand on the small of her back as they continued their walk back to the hotel.
That night, Dylan slept more peacefully than he had ever slept before.
When they finally arrived back home the next day, Dylan couldn't wait to get his hands on her. Rosalie dropped her bags onto the living room couch and stretched her arms above her head. Her top lifted up revealing her flat stomach. Dylan rushed over and picked her up, throwing her across his shoulder, as he made his way upstairs.
"Dylan, what are you doing," Rosalie gasped in shock.
