Mag-log inRoman’s povI looked at her makeup to find out it was on point. There was nothing stopping this woman from grabbing any man she wanted. She was the epitome of beauty from where I was sitting. And I could see how Callum had a thing for her from the way he was fidgeting. The way he was sweating, everything showed me that they had a history. And I was curious to know what that history was.She smiled at me. “And you must be the new husband,” she said. “Well, I’m so glad Callum decided to settle for someone cute.”The way she said the word cute was a bit insulting. It didn’t feel like a compliment.“My name is Roman,” I said. “Roman Cruz.”“Oh,” she smiled. “You didn’t take Callum’s last name.”I smiled and looked at Callum. “We decided to have a marriage where we could decide to take each other’s last name whenever we want. But we’re not settling on that yet. We’re checking maybe by the end of this year. We’ll see how things go. We might decide to take each other’s last name or add it to
Roman’s povWe got into the restaurant as I took a moment to admire the entire room. The waiters I could see in the room walked around in black and white uniforms while serving drinks to the assholes all about.I inhaled deeply and acted like I belonged.“Let’s go sit down,” Callum said as I followed him to a spot by the window which I found fancy.We sat in as I could see he was frowning.“Why are you angry about everything? I mean, we are close to the window side, but yet you don’t look happy.”He gave a heavy sigh. “Yes, but nobody looks at the people at the window.”“What do you mean?”He pointed to the main crowd that was inside. “Well, there are the Mastersons. They own more than a billion dollars in government bonds, and they help their country. They’re from Poland, by the way. And over there,” he pointed to another couple, “they own a lot in stocks and crypto, and they can decide to crush their small government. They make earnings in dollars and they spend in their local curren
Roman’s povCallum heard the sound of bones cracking as he held my arm.“Oh my,” he chuckled nervously. “Baby I know your workout makes you feel tough but we are guests in this establishment. Do let the guards hand go.”I heard his subtle pleas as I let him go which had him falling to the ground, groaning in pain.The guard attending to us stared at me with a growl.“We don’t allow muscular brutes in here.”Callum huffed in anger. “You must be mad. Are you out of your mind? He’s my husband. You’re the ones who put your hands on him.”“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just… he looked more like…”“Like what? You think I can’t get a man like this? Like he’s not a catch for me? Look at him. How many feet do you think he is? Calculate that by what he’s packing beneath his pants.”The guys looked down as I gave them a smile when they looked up at my face.“Of course. Welcome sir…” “His name is Roman Cruz. Sign him in.” Callum interjected as the guards nodded.They signed me in, and I entered into the
Roman’s povThe clothes I had on were uncomfortable as I fumbled with them while he sat across from me.“Stop that,” he said with an annoying tone. “You’ll simple your clothes.”I frowned. “I could wear the normal clothes that I want to wear, you know.”“Those drabby things?” He sighed. “We need to go shopping, and we will go shopping. So stop trying to push away the inevitable. At some point, you’re going to get out of your closet and come with me.”I shook my head. “Callum, I am done going shopping with you. You like things that are too expensive. You like things that are not practical.”“What do you mean not practical?” he scoffed. “My clothes are very practical. Do you know how breathable this linen is?”I scoffed after looking at what he was wearing. He would trip after two steps with those ropes sticking out of it.“And besides, all of this was made by the famous designer…”I raised my hand to stop him. “I really don’t give a shit who your famous designer is. I am more concerned
Roman’s povThe tension in the room started to get to heavy heights as Callum stepped between us like a peacemaker.“Okay, Roman, pipe down,” he said to me. Then he turned to Adam. “You, you need to relax on all plans you’re making. Firstly, I’m not a sacrificial lamb. And secondly, Adam, we just got back from whatever that shit was last night. I went through a lot last night, and right now, what I just need to do is rest. I have a company to run. I told you about this.”Adam closed in between them. “Look, I know you’re scared. Trust me, I’m scared too. We’ve been best friends for a very long time, and I don’t want to lose you. But here’s the thing, Callum… accidents can happen anywhere. Even right here, where we are, you could be blown to bits.”I murmured, “Not helping.”Adam looked at me. “You’re the one who’s not helping. I’m trying to get him out of the house.”“And I’m trying to keep him safe,” I countered. “Do you want him to be blown to bits? Is that your plan?”“I’m not going
Roman’s povI was in the kitchen taking my morning tea when Callum showed up in his briefs. His bare chest looked a bit puffed that morning like he had been exercising. I couldn’t tell. I had left him in the room as early as four for my daily exercises. He looked at me and then shrugged.“Last night was fun,” he said as I nodded. “Yeah, what part? The events or the park?”He stared into space for a while, then looked at the ceiling like he was calculating something before looking at me.“Both.”I nodded. “Alright.”“Where is Adam?”I pointed to the living room as he went in there and sighed. “Jesus Christ.”I joined him while sipping my morning tea, as I gave him a cup I had brewed.“What’s this?” he asked.“Tea.”He shook his head. “I only drink coffee.”“Coffee isn’t good for you.”“And tea is?”“Callum, I’m not here to argue with you. You don’t want it? Fine,” I said, dropping the mug on the table.He didn’t even look at it twice as he turned back to Adam.“How long do you think







