I gasp. His words hold an undertone of a dare. Like he believes I won't be able to go further with him. I smirk lightly and move my face until my lips are now less than an inch from his ear. Then I whisper, clearly. "Do it Roman. You have my express, verbal permission" I tell him, my voice steady and confident. Roman lets out a breathe of shock. He wasn't expecting my response. Oh, how I love to surprise him. Roman smiles a dangerous smile and I know there's no going back now from whatever he's planned to do to me. "When I saw you today, dancing with that fucker. In your red sexy bikini..." Roman groans as he remembers. "This swin wear is pure sin, cookie. Are you trying to run me mad?" Roman growls out as he runs his huge palm over my one piece. My body breaks out in goose bumps at the heated touch. I smile shyly before confessing, "When I picked it out, I thought of you. I wanted to buy something you would like" Roman smiles back at me at my words, pleased. "Oh, I more than lik
It has been two weeks since Roman and I made up at Ian's birthday party in Seattle and since that day, we have spent nearly every hour of every day together. Robyn and Cassie have developed the habits of teasing us about being obsessed with each other but I’m not at all apologetic about it. I don't mind, I don't care. After those horrendous days apart, I don't even want to be separated from him. Roman feels the same way as I do, he has planned over six dates for us since then. A midnight drive around Seattle, a brunch date, another spa session at The Lux Spa where I was able to convince him to partake in the couple's massage with me, a movie date with Cassie and Case where we thankfully, watched an action movie as opposed to Cassie's first choice of a horror movie. During all these dates together I've gotten to know Roman more, his hobbies, likes, dislikes. Apart from the occasional billionaire related hobbies like sailing on his family's yacht, the rest are pretty much like every
"Oh my God!" The scream rips out from my throat and I don't even remember rushing down the bleacher stairs to the court. The coaches and players move to where Roman lays on the floor, still unmoving. The court has burst into an array of movements and loud voices. "Lin, wait!" I think I hear Cassie call from behind me but I'm not sure, I'm not sure of anything right now except from the loud pounding of my heart in my chest. I can barely breathe as I shuffle my feet through the crowd of people in an attempt to get to Roman. When I am finally able to break free from the crowd and I can see what I think is a passed out Roman on the floor with... Oh my God-- is that blood? "H-his head is bleeding..." I whisper the words. My palm coming to cover the sob that nearly breaks free. "It's not serious" i hear a voice calmly say from behind me. I turn to glare at whoever the uncaring intruder is and see Damon. I pause. "He is bleeding, Damon" I complain, stretching my neck to see beyond t
Roman blinks, then pauses and stays silent. What? Did he think I was going to ask for a kiss or what? Sorry, not sorry. "I concur" Someone- Damon- speaks from beside me before his arm comes up and around my shoulders. If it was anyone else, I know Roman would be ripping the hand out his body but he trusts his cousin and as annoying as Damon is, I trust him as well so I don't even bother moving away from his hold. Until he says, "You look sexy in my cousin's jersey, cookie. I'm tempted to get a girlfriend of my own so she can pull of the same look" I roll my eyes and move away from his arm and go to stand beside Roman who doesn't waste a second to wrap his hand possessively around my waist. The court is emptying out now, the celebrations are about over and with Roman conscious, standing, and smiling, the worrying for his wellbeing has diluted as well. “Cookie, I'll drive you home first. Let me go clean up and get changed in the locker rooms" Roman tells me, pulling his hand away
When we get to Roman's house he directs me to drive to the garage and park the car there. We get out and I hand the keys to him and bring out my phone to order my Uber. Roman stares at me intently, I don't even want to know what is going on through his head so I neither ask nor do I bother trying to figure it out. He speaks, "You know, you could stay here" I look at him for a moment to confirm he did indeed said what I just heard, he gives me a shrug. I guess I heard right. I shake my head, "I can't, Roman" Stay here? Like sleepover at his house? Like spend the full night sleeping at his house? I can't believe he just ask me that out of the blue. I continue on with my phone, ordering the Uber. Roman continues with his line of conversation, undeterred. "It's pretty late, they don't let Ubers in this late" He tells me. I narrow my eyes at him. That sounds like either a stupid rule or a lie, my money is on the latter. "You
Oh. My. God. This cannot be happening to me right now. I shut my eyes and count from one to five hoping and praying earnestly that when I open them again, the bed sheet would be perfect as it should be. I get to five and reluctantly open my eyes, unfortunately my prayers go unanswered. The stain which I am so sure is blood from the sharp pain of cramps I'm having in my abdomen all tells me what I need to know. My period came early. Thankfully Roman is not in the room right now, since I'm wearing Roman's shirt and a pair of dark joggers I had borrowed from Robyn, my yesterday's clothes are free from any stain and I can put them on while I hightail out of here. I also have spare tampons in my bag but what am I going to do about the stain on Roman's bed? An idea pops into my head. Robyn! I could call Robyn and ask that she gets me spare bed sheets. I could change the present one on Roman's bed and take the stained ones with me, get them laundered
I turn around to face the doorway so fast the towel loosens and nearly slips from my chest. Roman walks in with an expression of scary calm, he studies me from head to toe as I hurriedly rewrap the towel around my body. I force a smile, why didn't Damon delay him more? I haven't gotten my nerves under control yet. I look behind Roman at Damon to convey my displeasure and Roman follows my eye sight. He looks from me to Damon, he knows something is up. "Damon, get out. She's barely dressed" Roman calmly tells he's cousin, his gaze still fixed on me. Roman's eyes tells me I have some explaining to do. Damon doesn't complain but gives me one last glance before walking away and leaving. Now, it's just me and my scarily calm boyfriend who goes ahead to shut the door, leaving me nearly naked, absolutely nervous and with no escape route. "What was that about?" Roman asks me bluntly, walking closer to me in slow steps like a predator. And
Roman asserts that he will be driving me back home even though I suggested he rests. He tells me to wait for him by the house entrance while he gets the car from the garage. Just as he leaves, Damon drives pass in an Audi. I remember the car from the day Roman and he gave me a ride home after my car broke down at an abandoned gas station on my way back from the grocery store. I recall that that day was the first time Roman and I ever had a conversation where we weren't biting off each other's head. "I can see you are in one piece" Damon comment. He smirks and adds, "And clothed" I want to glare at him but I remember how he helped me delay Roman from unlocking the bedroom door, I owe him one. "Thanks for helping me out earlier" i send him a knowing expression to convey what I'm referring to. Damon winks, "Anything for my favorite cousin's girl" He grins before driving off. His favorite cousin's girl? Unless I've been wrongly informed, R