I walked out of the bedroom, saying, “Okay, we’re all agreed. Heated argument about to begin. . .”He was arguing with Dimitri and they both looked angry. They both turned to me, accusation in their eyes.“What?” fear ran through me, and I had the feeling I needed to run out of there it didn't matter where, my flight or fight mode was activated.Rome strode toward me. “Are you on birth control right now?”I disturbed my lip with my teeth. “Why would you ask that?” Was that information in the records they’d e-mailed? I started hyperventilating.“You have to be on something.”“I’m going to be.” The doctor had told me to wait until after my next period to start, and that wasn’t for a couple of weeks. How long would the pill take to work? “I have a prescription. It’s not a problem.”He stabbed his fingers through his hair, looking devastated.What did that have to do with birth control? “Again, it’s not a problem.” Though this should have been a private conversation, Dimitri looked on
“What the hell are you doing?”I blinked up at Roman. How long had I slept in the bathtub? He looked furious, as usual.He turned off the water, pulling me from the shower. He roughly dried me off, then dressed me in another T-shirt. “ Let's get this over with, then I don’t care what you do.”“Are you happy now?” I demanded of Roman when the doctor left.I’d agreed to let the doctor administer a morning-after shot and insert an IUD to prevent fertilization. Was that the Rome’s idea? He was that afraid?He calmly sat on the living room couch. Though rain threatened, he had all the doors and windows open. “Happy? No. Satisfied that your plan won’t work? Yes.”Having some strange man examine me was bad enough, but Roman had stayed in the room! He’d been there when the doctor had said things like, “Definitely could’ve conceived,” “Somebody certainly had a strenuous night,” and “What a tiny cervix; this will hurt.” I felt invaded.Roman hearing that stuff was worse than the pain of insert
I’m not a liar. He knows that.from what I've noticed about Rome,He’s a quiet man who keeps his own counsel but somehow knows everything. He spends his days playing the markets, master of a system none of us understand. I’m simple in comparison. What you see is what you get. How does he not know me by now? We spent the night talking about ourselves and getting to know each other.I’m only half aware of leaving the hotel, stumbling down the stairs, and waiting beside the taxi for the driver to unlock the door. My mouth is bone dry, my limbs still weak from the aftermath of the adrenaline rush. I need to sit. As soon as he clicks the key fob, I open my own door and collapse in the back seat.I look out the car window to the front of the house, the tiniest bud of hope poking up in my chest, as if I can’t help but torment myself. Maybe the door will burst open and Rome will run out, shouting, “Stop!”He’ll drag me from the car, clutch me to his hard chest, gentle and careful this time, b
I made it one by one to the top of the stairs.I’d taken out my phone and stared at the screen, wondering if he would contact me. To kill time, I’d sent Danielle a voice message and then a text. I needed to tell her good-bye anyway.That had been a while ago—strange that she hadn’t tried to call. Shouldn’t she be dying for some gossip?What would I tell her about Rome? Was I making the right decision with him?During my time at the hotel, I’d worried that I would grow used to hooded blue eyes and mind-blowing sex, and my infatuation with him would spiral out of control.I did all of that didn't I?I might put Roman behind me, but I was never going to get over him. it wouldn’t happen with him. With a sinking feeling in my belly, I recognized that I was always going to have a little feeling towards him.I was so screwed.Was I ready to forget him totally? How would I feel if he got together with another woman?Now that I’d had some time to cool off, I wasn’t as outraged about him gettin
I stare at the reflection of the girl in the mirror with her full face of makeup and her black lace strapless dress.The energy in the air is electric. The Escort Girls are excited for tonight. It’s showtime.The thought of entertaining a man tonight turns my stomach.I’m not sleeping with anyone. I don’t want to even talk to a man, let alone have sex. Roman well and truly tamed the tiger that was my sexual drive. After taking in the size of him, I was sore for days. But it was my ego that took the biggest hit. I’m still licking my wounds and to make it worse, hearing that he booked Danielle was the straw that broke the camel’s back.Pathetic.I hear the excited squeal of one of the girls. She peers around the curtain that hides a one-way window that shows the catwalk area. The girl has long blonde hair and is drop dead gorgeous.“He’s here. He hasn’t been here for months.” She dances back to her makeup chair. “I’m so excited, I could die.”“Who’s here?” someone else asks.“Mr. Silver
“Sixty-five!” another man calls.I glance toward the door to see Roman leaving with Luna. He’s holding her hand. He says something to her, and she laughs in response as they continue to leave. He didn’t even stay to see who I chose, God, I read this all wrong.He doesn’t care that I work here. Maybe he's still angry because he thought I tried to entrap him with a baby. He just doesn’t give a fuck.I go through the introductions with the men one by one, and they all seem nice.But none are who I want.“Who will it be, Ana? Who will be your date for tonight?”I look between them. I want to go for the kindest looking man—the one I know will handle the rejection with ease.“Mr. Steven,” I say softly. He’s blonde and sweet looking. He walks over and takes my hand to kiss the back of it. “Hello, Ana.” “Hi.” I force a smile. He leads me down the catwalk and we walk toward the exit. Is Roman kissing her right now? Is he grabbing her face and kissing her? God, it’s one thing to never experi
My toes curl. Damn it, his kisses are so good. It’s just so. .“We’re no good for each other, Roman,” I murmured against his lips.He takes my face in both hands. “I know. So, let’s be bad for each other instead.Something cracks inside of me.I pull his head close to mine , and I kiss him back with everything I have. Our kiss turns frantic. We lose control and turn into animals. I’ve never had a sexual attraction like this to anyone. It’s uncontrollable. Kissing this man is the very last thing I should be doing, but hell, I can’t stop.“Naked,” he growls. “I need you fucking naked.”I tear his suit jacket off his shoulders and throw it to the side. I get to work on his shirt buttons. I need him naked.His lips find my neck, and he runs his teeth down it. I feel like I’m about to combust and am filled with urgency as I struggle with his pants. The button finally breaks free, and I pull his pants down in one sharp movement.His hard cock springs free. Precum is already beading on its end
It is late at night as I dream of a heavenly scene.Arousal moves throughout my body and I relax to enjoy it.It feels good.I like this dream. I like it a lot.My legs spread farther apart, and I smile to myself.I feel a kiss on my inner thigh, and my sleepy eyelids open. My hand goes down to the covers, and I feel movement under them.Wait…what?A tongue swipes through my sex, and a feeling runs through me.This is real.I’m still in the Escort auction with Roman.This man is insatiable. We had sex three times last night before we fell asleep, and now I wake up to this.I pull the covers back, and in the twinkle of the moonlight pouring through the window, I see Roman licking me up like his life depends on it.I smile with a sharp inhale, and I cup his face in my hand.His eyes hold mine, and he kisses my sex with an open mouth.“final time before the night,” he whispers.I spread my legs wider. “Please don't stop.”He licks me deeper and deeper, and with every swipe, my arousal grows.My b
Chapter 141 The car pulls up at the press conference in Miami, and I practically jump from the car. I came straight here. I wanted to tell Roman the good news myself. I walk into the packed hall and stand at the back of the crowd. Roman is on stage, standing at a small podium and delivering a speech. “As you can see…” He glances up and sees me standing at the back. A frown crosses his brow, and I smile as I go up onto my toes with excitement. He regains his focus and goes back to his speech. I tap my toes, waiting for him to finish. Come on. Hurry up. I’m bursting at the seams to tell him the good news. He didn’t do it. He never went there, he never slept with her the happiness beams out of me. I feel so good being the person who found out the truth. Eventually, he says the words I’ve been waiting to hear. “Thank you all for coming today. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship. Education is key for our future.” Everyone claps, and I smile proudly.
Chapter 140A man walks down the hall and out of sight. Two women walk out of a room and get into the elevator.The elevator opens, and we see a Dimitri struggling with someone. He puts his arm around Rome to help him.“Roman,” I gasp out loudHe’s so out of it, highly intoxicated, drunk and unable to walk alone.Then Dimitri walks into his room with him, and then he walks back out alone after another minute.“So, that part of the story is true,” I whisper.Callie smiles and taps my leg. “Told you.”Estella speeds up the footage and we all sit and watch. She goes forward one hour… then two, and then three.“This has to be, like, midnight by now.” I frown waiting for the exact moment.Estella points to faint numbers at the bottom of the screen. “That’s the time there. It’s 11:21 p.m almost a new day, do you see?”“Yes, okay.”A man walks down the corridor and looks left and right, eventually stopping in front of Roman’s door. Estella puts the footage on the big screen.We all s
Chapter 139I widen my eyes and I want to say, I know that for sure, but I won’t. “How would she have set him up, though?”She thinks for a moment. “She had the drinks spiked, got him to his room, had him open his phone, and she called her own number from his phone.”“Yes,” I whisper. “She could have done that, couldn’t she? I hadn’t even thought of that, she could have entered his bedroom as a relative.”“She could have left all the evidence to make him think that he did it.”“But surely.” My heart drops. “Surely she would know that we would find out who the father is as soon as the baby is born.” My shoulders slump. “What if it is his baby? What if this is all some grand plan to tie Roman to her for life?”“It could be.” Callie sighs, and we stare at each other for a while. “If we just had the security footage of that night at the hotel. I know Holmes asked the hotel for it, but they said there wasn’t any.”I frown that's impossible even the cameras on the Road. “There has
ANAI wake with a strange sensation.It’s morning, and the other side of the bed is cold, and empty and without Roman.I sit up instantly, my senses awake and on high alert.I make my way downstairs, where I can hear a muffled voices coming from Roman’s study. I move down the hall to listen.“Yes,” he says. “That’s right, the arrest warrant has been withdrawn.”Gloria.My heart begins to beat hard. Why did he have the arrest warrant removed?Nobody is looking for her.“You know what to do,” he says calmly.My eyes widen.I push the open the door in a rush to get to Roman.When he steps back, shocked to see me. He’s fully dressed in his crisp suit, ready for work.“What are you doing here?” he asks sharply.I stare at him, confused. “What are you doing?” I ask rhetorically He marches down the hall. His overnight bag is packed by the front door, not looking like it's filled with clothes.“where are you going?” I say as I run after him.“I have to go away for work for a few day
We walk out to the front of the house. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Petrov,” Zoran says, holding the back door open. Roman takes my hand to help me in.“Hello, Zoran.” I smile as I get into the back seat, and Roman gets in behind me. The door closes, and we sit in silence throughout the drive.I get vivid recollections of how much Roman Petrov could infuriate me back in the day. Nobody could wind me up like him.Nothing’s changed.Calm, calm, keep fucking calm.The car pulls up at the ballroom. We get out, and Roman takes my hand. We fake more smiles and walk through the crowd as if we are the happiest couple in the world.“Where are our seats?” Roman whispers, passing me a champagne from a passing tray.“What’s wrong, darling?” I whisper, taking a sip. “Tired of holding my hand?”His angry eyes flick over to me. “I am, actually.”I glare at him, our eyes locked. “Please, don’t act happy on my behalf.”“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve acted happy now, would it?”Adrenaline begins t
ANA I sit in the cafe waiting for Callie.I keep going over what Roman said to me before he left. You made me do it alone.I hate that he sees it like that.He had an issue and I locked him out and made him face the problem alone. But our sex life was never the problem.But I did make him feel like the problem was only his?Then, being the stubborn woman that I am, I got so resentful that I locked him out of our room in return?Both of us not speaking and sleeping in separate beds. I exhale heavily. Well, I’m too angry at his stage to even think about it anymore. I’m not letting him turn this around on me.I haven’t done anything wrong.I never once said that I was blaming him for this.I only think that he should have told me the facts at the time in which they happened. And how dare he say that I’m making him face this alone when it was his choice not to tell me about it or involve me in the first place? He chose to do this alone, not the other way around.Seriously, is ope
ANAMy stomach rolls.It makes me feel sick.I think for a moment.I'm still waiting for her to threaten us with a child.It's just been a few months since we saw her.She could be one of those women who don't show a bump in the early stages of pregnancy.Or the child could be for Vladamir.I just need it to be Vladamir's child.But Rome won't abandon his nephew either nor would I want him to.Can a DNA paternity test be taken while pregnant or do you have to wait for the baby to be born?Hmm. I grab my phone and type into Google:Can a paternity test be taken while still pregnant?DNA testing can be completed as early as 9 weeks along. Technological advancements mean there's little risk to mom or baby. If establishing paternity is something that you need to do, non-invasive prenatal paternity test is a blood test that analyzes fetal DNA found in a pregnant woman's blood during the first trimester.Shit, it’s just a blood test. That should be easy enough.I type into Google:Can a pre
ANAThe car pulls into the garage around 7:00 p.m.Roman hasn’t called me once today. That’s a first. I know he’s probably busy being pulled from point to point, but with everything that’s going on, I would have thought.I made dinner and had a glass of wine.I feel unusually nervous to see him.My heart beats as loud as it can when Roman comes into my line of sight.“Hello.” I smile.“Hi, Moya Roza.” He bends and kisses me, and then pulls immediately out of my arms.Oh.He sits on the chair and rests his elbows on his thighs. His head hanging low, and he looks at the floor, he looks exhausted.The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I watch him. Something’s up.“I called her,” he says quietly.I frown. “Who?”“On the night I was drugged, my call log shows that I made an eight-minute call to Gloria’s number,” he says softly.Emotion rushes through me.His eyes rise to meet mine. “And there were other things, I saw when I woke up.”My heartbeat pumps loudly in my ears. “
ANA“Good morning love.” I smile at him.He walks over and hugs me so tightly.it's a wonder I didn't break anything.He kisses me so nicely, his lips hovering over mine.He doesn’t say anything, but what is there to say? With no one ready to hash out our feelings.Both of us are unsure what’s going to happen with Gloria, the loose cannon still on the run. We are both on pins and needles.I want to fight and yell and cry like a child at him for getting us into this position with her.But then I remember that he was only trying to protect me, and my past is just as sordid as his.He went to that club… but I worked there.And nobody else besides the two of us would ever believe that he was my first client. My only client.He has the weight of the world on his shoulders.And I’m not adding to his stress levels, no matter how selfish I want to be and put the blame on him, because he's the cause of this problem.I know I can’t.“I made you a coffee,” I say nervously.“Thanks.” He rol