LindseyI take about five steps away when a hand grabs my wrist and whip me around so fast I get whiplash.I'm dizzy for a second and nearly stumble but the same person takes me by my waist to steady me, his hands remain there."Damon let me go-" I start to say but when my vision clears. I halt in the middle of my sentence, because it's not Damon that's holding me. It's Roman."Where are you running off too?" Roman asks me, cockily.Really? "I'm running away from you" i spit out"Why?" Roman asks me, bluntly.Is he insane? Did he just ask me why I'm running away from him?I look at him, astonished, pained and in awe. "Are you insane?""You're pissed because of Nicole? But you caused it. You let someone else put their hands on you. You smiled at him. Why did you do it? Did you do it to make me jealous?" He asks me.I know he is referring to my dancing with Quinn. So he had been watching me all this time? He is jealous. My mission is accomplished and I should be pleased with my well tho
Roman's POV I'm at Ian's house in Seattle for his birthday where he is throwing a pool party. Although he is first Damon's friend from college, we hit it off pretty easy. For now, he doesn't try to kiss my ass for favors. Although his family is not as wealthy as mine- because who is?- but they are still pretty well to do so he doesn't need any favors from me. He is a pretty chill guy and that is why I accepted his invite to his party, not that Damon would have allowed me to continue "sulking" alone around the house. According to Damon, I've been an absolute bore since my fight with Lindsey. He is right, I have been in the absolute worst of moods. It's pretty crazy that her absence can affect me this badly. I like her, I know I do but the way I feel like an addict on withdrawal due to not talking to or having her close for days is crazy. I've always prided myself on my superior self control and discipline. But all these just goes away when Lindsey is concerned. At Ian's beach hou
Lindsey I take about five steps away when a hand grabs my wrist and whip me around so fast I get whiplash. I'm dizzy for a second and nearly stumble but the same person takes me by my waist to steady me, his hands remain there. "Damon let me go-" I start to say but when my vision clears. I halt in the middle of my sentence, because it's not Damon that's holding me. It's Roman. "Where are you running off too?" Roman asks me, cockily. Really? "I'm running away from you" i spit out "Why?" Roman asks me, bluntly. Is he insane? Did he just ask me why I'm running away from him? I look at him, astonished, pained and in awe. "Are you insane?" "You're pissed because of Nicole? But you caused it. You let someone else put their hands on you. You smiled at him. Why did you do it? Did you do it to make me jealous?" He asks me. I know he is referring to my dancing with Quinn. So he had been watching me all this time? He is jealous. My mission is accomplished and I should be pleased with my
"What is happening!?" I yelp as all the blood in my body rushes to my head. Roman remains silent as he walks away from the party with me over his shoulders. I'm frozen because what the hell is really going on? Did this... asshole! Just toss me over his shoulders? I mentally unfreeze when I start hearing applauses and whistle calls from the party people at us. Most of the guys are hailing Roman while he just ignores everyone. I start banging on his back after my initial shock wears off. Roman keeps walking as if he barely feels anything. He carries me out of the space where the party is ongoing and into the main beach house. He climbs the stairs and walks a few steps in a hallway before opening a door, walking into the room and depositing me gently on the bed. The moment my butt touches the mattress, I spring up and stand to leave but Roman blocks my path. "Lindsey, stop" He orders me when I keep trying to go around him. I shake my head, undeterred. "You don't get to tell me wh
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