~Viviana~
It was no surprise that everyone was already out of the villa when Roman and I stepped out of our room. No wonder they put me far from everyone’s room.
I don’t know if I should be thankful to my friends for torturing me. They knew how much I missed Roman and still kept this a secret from me.
Anyway, what matters is Roman is here. I won’t feel rueful to have fun while he’s still working.
“You should’ve told me.” I nudged his shoulder as we walked down the stone path leading to the beach. We were both sporting casual beachwear. Topping our swimwear with white tanks, khaki shorts, and flip-flops. Sunglasses protect our eyes, but our smiles mirror one another. Roman had his hair tied in a low ponytail while mine was in a high ponytail.
Endings are always bittersweet on my end. I get so attached to my characters, and in turn, I experience separation anxiety when closing a chapter in their lives. Crazy, I know, but that's how I function as an author. Lol. This chapter marks the end of the paid chapters for Roman and Vee, and I wish it gave the conclusion you're looking for in their love story. ~In the hope to give back for the support and love you've shown for their story, I will post a few free chapters a little later in the day. Thank you so much. xx 2.25.22
~Roman~ It’s funny how time flies by when it felt like yesterday; I was naked, kneeling down on one knee, pleading for Viviana to accept me and be my wife. Three months have gone by since then. In our villa’s guest room in Las Mencía, I studied the reflection of the man staring back at me in the full-body mirror. A perfectly pressed Prussian-blue suit clung to his body with crisp white dress shirt underneath and a tie with light blue and silver patterns clinging to the collar. A boutonniere of white orchids and lavenders attached to his lapel, a miniature version of his wife’s bridal bouquet. What he wore looks expensive, a magazine-worthy attire, but that isn’t what he wanted to freeze at this moment. It’s the happiness
~Viviana~ Our wedding passed by like bliss. I hardly paid attention to everything that we rehearsed, the vow I’ve written, the food we’ve taken time to choose, and the toast by Nico and Tina for Roman and me. Everything was perfect, I’m sure, because now I’m wearing my wedding ring and have Roman’s name. All I wanted to do was get Roman alone. If it was up to me, I would invite him to miss out on our own reception and act as though we’re eloping teenagers, get away with him. But I can’t do that. Nana Teresa was here, and she’d kill us if we did - literally. My mom, who walked me down the aisle and handed my hand to Roman with teary eyes, might understand our eagerness to be alone, but that won’t stop her from chastising us. We cannot just abandon our friends who witn
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The internet is an amazing leap in our generation. One of its great perks is more accessible communication, which I am entirely despising as of this moment. After my moment last night, I didn’t bother to come out of my room. Mom must have waited for me, but I saved us both the heartbreaking trouble of walking down memory lane. I don’t want to get out of the comfort of my bed. The clammy summer air seeps through the glass windows and balcony door. I forgot to close the curtains last night, and now my skin is cooking under the heatwaves trapped inside my room. My phone kept buzzing on the nightstand. The annoying device’s battery is not giving up yet, like the person who keeps flooding my phone’s notification. Groaning loudly, I unwillingly reached for the buzzing devi
My eyes got a fill of his good looks before I replied. “You do look familiar.” Staring at him up close, I rummage around my brain for possible places or occasions where I must’ve seen him before. Brío is the only place where I’d place him and his friend, at least from the way they dress up. His name was Roman Castillo, and nope, we haven’t met at Brío. I’ve seen him in magazines and newspapers. He’s making a name in the real estate industry and as the heir to La Vista, which also explains why he was sitting as a judge in the competition. That doesn’t explain why he said I look familiar. From how confident he speaks, I can tell that he’s one of those guys who threw that line to any woman they see. He and Nicolás, his sage green-eyed friend with tousled dark hair, invited us to stroll around the plaza for the fair.
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~Roman~ I reminded myself to take things slowly, to respect her boundaries, as she warned me this morning. It was fucking hard not to touch her, kiss her. I’m not the kind of guy who does the courting thing. There was no need for that in my world. But she has proven that she's different from the women I’ve been with before. And I promised her mom that my intention for her daughter was more than a one-time thing. She’s a sweet lady, Janet, but there was an underlying threat in her voice when she talked to me before calling Viviana down from her room earlier - more like grilled me in the span of five minutes. I don’t date. I don’t pick up girls from their homes or bring them flowers because they’re usually crawling around my feet, offering themselves to my disposal. Being ‘me’ has its perks, but most of the time, n
~Roman~ Viviana moaned in a frenzy as I sucked on the tip of her tongue. She squirmed above me when I gripped her creamy thigh with one hand while the other traced the outline of her panties. A thong to be precise, a lacy one. I indulge in this discovery, marking one of the checklists I noted in my head on my crash course, Viviana. I swallowed the gasp she released, pressing my thumb on the fabric of her underwear, growling when I realized that she’d made a mess down there. “Viviana,” I didn’t want to let her lips go, but we were both running out of breath. This was one of those times when I hoped that breathing wasn’t a necessity in life. Her lips tasted of vanilla with a pinch of the wine we had over dinner. She whimpered, eyes fluttering close when I traced the le