Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

Stefan took Summer to the room next to his room. It used to be Tiger\'s room. A lot of his pictures and toys were still well-kept there.

"Go to sleep, boy. I\'m going to see your mommy. She probably is asleep right now. I don\'t think she will care to wait for me. Your mommy doesn\'t love me, I know. Goodnight, my boy."

The sad voice said to the puppy. Watching him buried his face in the soft blanket and slowly closed his eyes then Stefan walked out of the room.

When reaching for the door, Stefan paused. He had a flash thought in his head. So, he turned back and went back downstairs. Around the marble terrace, his mother planted beautiful roses there. Both sides of the steps, there were the small designed gardens in semi-circles shapes. Various colors of roses blossoming so beautifully and elegantly.

 Stefan smiled when looking at the queen of flowers. He had never given her any flowers before since she had moved in.

 His eyes swept around for a moment. When he saw the flower he wanted, he then reached and grabbed it.

"Ouch! Shit! That hurts!"

The man who never picked roses from its brush swore fiercely in the night. He lowered his voice when thinking that he did not want anybody to hear him. Stefan looked at his hand got blood because of the thorns.   

"Stupid man!"

The harsh voice murmured cursing at him. He sucked blood from his fingers, felt something pinching so Stefan knew there were a few thorns buried in there somewhere.

When he could think, he walked back inside the house and headed to the kitchen. The tall figure looked for a pair of scissors and when he saw them, he grabbed the pair and walked out to the roses again.

His hand was still sore. He was sure that there were stupid sharp thorns in his hand. But he ignored the pain and looked at the flowers.

"Hm, which one? A rosebud or blossoming one?"

He was consulting himself, standing to scan at the beautiful roses for a moment before deciding to cut one. The red color. Stefan smiled he thought it was one of the most beautiful ones. The handsome face was lightened up with a smile, felt satisfied and bent down to sniff the rose in his hand.

"One or two, or three?"

He consulted himself again. Only one rose looked nice but Stefan could feel its loneliness.

"You need a friend."

He murmured then cut another flower and smiled at the roses in his hand.

"You look almost as beautiful as her."

He said to the flowers and felt satisfied. He did not forget to take all the thorns off. The sky looked so dark but there were lots of stars twinkling to shine their beauty. It made him think of the night when he made love to her under the moonlight. Stefan smiled broadly.

The tall body walked back inside the house. He kept the pair of scissors back to its place and walked up the stairs to his room.

 Stefan stood in front of his bedroom door. He was looking at the roses in his hand and thinking he should give her only one rose. It would represent that his heart had only her. She was his one and only. Something like that…?

Yeah, that sounded good. Stefan nodded to himself. So, the man who had love blossoming in his heart walked quietly to the puppy room and he put one rose on his bed.

"For you, boy. Don\'t eat it though."

He whispered to the puppy who was asleep so deep and did not even hear his steps.

"Can\'t depend on you to watch the house, a thief would be long gone by the time you wake up."

Stefan shook his head and smiled at the sleeping dog. The stars shone through the windows. He walked to stand there and looked up at the inky sky.

He had heard the saying; Pick a flower on Earth and you move the farthest star.

Stefan was wondering if the beautiful star in his bedroom would be moved by the flower he was going to give her or not.

"Wine, this rose is for you. I cut it for you by myself. I think it is beautiful, just like you."

The voice said out softly, to rehearse what he was going to say to her when he gave her the single rose.

"Wine, honey, this beautiful rose is for you. Do you like it? "

"Arf!"

Summer made a noise. It made Stefan jumped. He hurried to walked to him and rubbed his head gently.

"Sorry, boy. Go back to sleep."

He whispered to Summer. The puppy closed his eyes again. Stefan sighed and walked out of the room.