Welcome to hell

Roman’s POV

My eyes narrowed at the mirror as I slowly applied some of my mom's creams on my face.

I pulled out my phone slowly and went straight to my chat with Alicia. A frown curled on my face as I was just about to toss it away, but an idea struck me and I quickly typed a message quickly to her.

“Hey beautiful. I had a rough night, but all I could think about was seeing you. Let me take you out tonight. Somewhere special.

I smirked as I hit send. Let's see how you'll hold her when she's madly in love with me.

I spent the whole day prepping for the venue, my clothes and my bruised face. But I made sure every detail was done right and by nightfall, I was at a restaurant, Alicia sitting across the table, smiling gracefully at me while we enjoyed the beautiful views of the city.

I was attentive, listening to every single word she had to say. Gentility was absolute, I pulled her chair whenever she needed without being asked, something I never do and smiled constantly at her. She was glowing in the stupidity of my charm, completely trapped by my smooth words.

I held her hand softly and sipped from the wine glass slowly, staring intensely into her eyes.

"I love you, Alicia,” I nodded, pausing with a warm look on my face. Slowly, I raised her hand and kissed gently and she laughed sheepishly.

“Your brother paid me a visit,” her heart sank immediately and she stood up and leaned in, assessing my face, but I stopped her.

“Did he hurt you? What did he say?” She cried in her weak frail voice.

I brushed it off and sat her on my legs, caressing her hair gently as she leaned on my chest, not minding who was staring at us.

“No, no, he didn't hurt me,” I lied smoothly. “He tried to scare me away from you, he thinks I'm like other guys. But I'll prove to him, and to you, how sincere I am. You know I love you right?" I raised the hair from her face and looked in her eyes.

She nodded immediately with tears welling up in her eyes.

She held my cheek softly, the exact spot of my hidden bruise. I hid my pained grin from her but she spoke with so much pent up emotions and cried bitterly.

"Roman... no one has ever talked to me like this. Matteo is just protective, but... I believe you. I love you too." I quickly held her and kissed her passionately, holding her close enough to feel my skin.

She buried her head in my chest and cried peaceful, happy tears while I rested my arm over her, smirking right across her shoulder at the window. I knew he was watching somewhere, I just knew it and I wanted him to see I was winning. I always win.

The night wore on and after an enjoyable but extremely lovey dovey session with her, I drove her home.

“So I'll see you around?” I raised an eyebrow.

She nodded in approval and rushed over me with a kiss.

I held her warmly and she finally let go.

“I love you, Roman,” she muttered. I held her cheeks softly.

“I love you too.”

We had just another kiss and she finally headed home.

I got back into my car, looking across my window and just smiled as I drove away. But I wasn't that kind of man, I needed to blow off steam from such a draining night.

Just the right place where the party was buzzing was staring me right in the face.

I swerved immediately to the loud club.

I needed a break from everything, my parents ditching me, up till now they didn't care to call. Alicia, Matteo's stupid threats and I needed sex, a hot release. Of course I couldn't ask her for that now, her innocence won't allow that.

My hands clutched the bottle as I drank hard at the club and the heavy music banged. A gorgeous blonde kept staring at me and she finally walked over.

She sat by my side on the bar table and leaned in close, screaming but her voice sounded like whispers over the loud music.

"You look like trouble, hockey captain,” she smirked and grabbed the bottle from me, gulping the whiskey effortlessly down her throat. Now that's what I'm talking about.

I slid my hand across her waist, my face glowing with a smile.

“Let's get out of here."

We rode back to my apartment and the tense lust between us finally shattered as the front door opened.

I held her as I kissed her heavily, quickly throwing my suit jacket on the floor and guided her towards the couch.

Slowly, I lowered my head and raised her gown immediately, revealing the wet beauty hiding down there.

I buried my head in there, my tongue soaked in her wet pussy.

This was life, and the psycho can't touch me now. I'm the one always in control, that's why I always win.

She held my head gently as her loud moans filled the house.

I slowly raised my head and she laughed softly at the slime all over my lips, but I kissed her with it and she quickly unbuttoned my shirt while we were at it.

My heart raced, completely lost in the passion of our physical sensation, totally forgetting about all the dangers I had invited into my life.

She ran her fingers through my hair as she pulled away from the kiss.

"Take me to your bed, Roman..."

"Right here is just fine..." I muttered against her lips.

My hand gripped her hip, squeezing gently with the joy that I had ousted that psycho, but that joy was cut short when a loud crash echoed through the door. The heavy door fell off its hinges and slammed right into the house.