"Boss, I'm afraid the footage was taped over. It's as if this was pre-meditated. Could it have been him? He was behind the attack on Lucy".

My head was spinning as Jackson filled me in on the very disappointing news. I couldn't even see straight. The thought of him hurting another person I cared about made my heart ache. He wouldn't stop until everyone I loved was deep in the ground. It was the only logical explanation as to why the footage was destroyed. A normal drunken man wouldn't have the capability to do such a thing.

"I don't fucking know Jackson. But I do agree that it was pre-meditated. Someone had intentions of taking her from the club and doing disgusting things to her".

I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging harshly into my skin at the thoughts of someone hurting Rosie. The thought of a man or woman touching a someone without consent angered me to the core. It was sickening.

"Perhaps Rosie will remember some pieces of last night when she wakes up" I muttered hopefully whilst staring at her laying helplessly on the bed.

Jackson fidgeted momentarily as he gazed from both me and Rosie with a quizzical expression.

"You care for her?"

I let out a deep sigh and rubbed at my temples in frustration and confusion. I barely knew her, yet I certainly had a pull to her. It was an unusual feeling. I was a hard ruthless business man who had no space in his cold heart to love. Yet this fallen angel came crashing into my world. I saved her as she saved me.

"I do. I, I don't really know but there's something about her".

"I never thought I'd see the day boss falls in love".

I scoffed loudly in disbelief. Trust Jackson to go all soppy on me.

"I don't love her Jackson. She's just, good to have around".

Jackson lent against the wall and shook his head whilst staring down at his phone that kept ringing. But he kept switching it off ignoring the incessant caller.

"Who an earth are you ignoring? They seem eager to tal"-

"W-water".

Both our heads whipped over to the direction of the soft voice. There she was writhing on the bed clutching her head in her palms trying to soothe whatever pain was flowing through her body.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay".

Rushing over I poured Rosie a large glass of water and carried it over to her lips. Rosie lifted up her shaky hands to hold the glass securely, but anyone with eyes could see how weak she was. Carefully guiding the glass to her lips, I urged her to open her mouth and smiled to myself as she took several large gulps before turning her head away.

"How are you feeling? Any pain? Jackson get Lucy in here and tell her to bring medicine".

Jackson hesitated for a moment as he stared intensely at Rosie, but seconds later he left the room without so much as a single word.

"Ow, my head hurts so bad" Rosie whispered lowly as she turned her head away from the small amount of sunlight seeping through the curtains.

"I know babygirl, I know. Just hang on a little longer. Rosie, do you have any recollection of what happened last night?".

Rosie stared up into my eyes instantly drawing me in like a hypnotist. Her eyes ensnared mine but I'd happily remain lost in her eyes forever. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair completely messed up, but she still looked breath taking. Rosie's eyes scanned around the room staring at the clothes strewn on the floor frantically trying to piece together last night's events.

"I, I can't".

"What's the last thing you remember?. Come on Rosie, think sweetheart".

"I was at the club, with Cindy".

"You were. Anything else?".

"I was drunk. Very drunk. But I was having a great time. But the last thing I remember was going to the bar and bumping into your friend Jack I think".

"Jackson?"

"Yeah. He bought me and drink and that's all I can remember".

"The fuck!?". Rosie's face paled as I blurted out my inner thoughts.

"D-did I say something wrong?". Rosie shuffled back on the bed staring at me with tears welling up in her eyes. Shit, did I scare her?.

"No, oh my gosh, no you didn't. Sorry I got lost in my thoughts. Okay, everything's alright Rosie, you just passed out but I brought you home".

But I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Jackson didn't tell me he brought her a drink. Why would he not tell me a thing like that. Was he responsible for drugging Rosie?

Rosie's cheeks reddened as she stared at her body underneath the duvet and sighed in relief. Did she think she was naked under there or undressed from the tight dress? I would never take advantage of her. I respect her privacy too much, so I asked Maria to make her comfortable and have my red hoodie placed on her body.

"Don't worry, Maria changed you. And don't be embarrassed Rosie, my hoodie looks better on you than it does me" I winked at Rosie and stood up from the side of the bed. Rosie slipped herself further under the covers and hid her flushed cheeks from me.

"ROSIE! I'M COMING WITH THE CALPOL".

Rosie squinted at the shrill noise of my sister's high pitched voice and pressed her hand on her head with her eyes clenched tightly together.

"Lucy" I growled lowly warning her of her effect on Rosie and her condition.

"Oops, sorry".

I stood by the doorway watching Lucy carefully embrace Rosie in a gentle hug before turning her attention to the large bottle of Calpol.

"I'll give you two some space".

Smiling once more at Rosie I stepped outside of the room and closed the door gently behind me.

"Boss".

"My office. Now".

Storming past Jackson I barged straight into my office and held the door open for Jackson.

Time to get some damn answers.

***********

The whole morning felt like a complete blur. I can't believe how stupid I was. I got absolutely wasted and ended up passing out and having Dean take me home. I didn't want him to see that side of me that rarely ever comes out. He probably sees me as a desperate drunken girl that has to be saved once again.

Both Dean and Lucy had taken care of me all morning ensuring I had everything I needed to get me through his traumatic hangover. But Dean's words still swarmed around my head.

Even though I couldn't open my eyes early in the morning, I could still hear everything.

Dean didn't love or like me. He admitted that himself to Jackson. He said that I was just good to have around. Does that mean all he wants is a shag and then he'll kick me out on the streets. I knew he was too good to be true. They always are.

But I chose to stay silent. I enjoyed the moments we had together even though I now know his true intentions with me. But the way he watched over me in the morning made me question if he truly was that kind of man.

It was now 12:40pm and Lucy had gone to make a start on lunch. Dean had been gone a long time doing goodness knows what but I didn't care to find out what.

Grabbing my bag, I emptied out all the items I took to the club, but a small piece of paper caught my eye. I could've sworn I didn't take a random piece of paper to the club. Or is this someone's mobile number.

Opening up the piece of paper, tears began to form in my eyes seeing the familiar hand writing of the man who haunted my every thought and dream.

Little dove, you look so beautiful tonight. But is it wise going out alone when you know I have my eyes on you? Be careful little dove. I'll see you soon.

Fear coursed through my body. He was there. He was at the club. He was the one that I felt dancing behind me. I could still feel his hands on my body but I was too drunk to realise. Ripping up the note into complete shreds I threw the pieces of paper and cried into my hands.

He won't ever leave me alone. I have to get away. I can't tell anyone. I can't tell Dean.