تسجيل الدخولWith the distance between them, it was impossible for Alana to hear what the bodyguard was saying to Roman. But she couldn’t help but grow curious when Roman suddenly smirked and chuckled, like he found whatever the man had said to be incredibly hilarious. "Clear our bill. I'll handle Miss Haze," Roman instructed his bodyguard, who nodded in affirmation. "We're leaving, Alana," Roman said to her as he rose from his seat with as much grace as one would expect. Following immediately, Alana also stood up and reached for her purse on the table. Roman extended his arm towards her, and she paused for just a few seconds, staring at his arm, then back at him. When Roman saw that she wasn’t also reaching for his arm, he tilted his neck, giving her a questioning look, as if asking what she was waiting for. With slight hesitation, she finally wrapped her arm around his, and they began walking away. She did not fail to notice how Roman slowed his usual fast-paced strides just to
His toned muscle and well-defined abs always had her fascinated. Her gaze moved up to his chest, settling on the tattoo that extended over to his back.She had been curious about the tattoo last night, and now that she was staring at the black intricate ink over his chest, she was even more curious to see the rest of it."If you keep staring like that, I might be tempted to continue what we couldn't finish last night. But then again, I did promise Ryan that I wasn't going to fuck you, but I could say you seduced me." Roman said as he proceeded to undo his belt.Alana immediately averted her gaze, her face turning red as a cherry from the embarrassment of being caught."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare," she said, standing up from the bed and heading towards the closet.But as she tried to brush past Roman, he caught her arm and leaned close to her ear, whispering."I wasn't complaining, Alana. You may stare as much as you want to," he said as her ears turned bright red, before lettin
The other side went silent for a long time before Troy finally spoke. "Is this a joke?" Troy asked. His voice wasn't harsh and it wasn't calm either. "No. I'm sorry for dropping this on you like this, but I'm desperate right now and I didn't know who else to ask. So will you marry me... please?" she repeated the question again, this time her voice had a pleading edge to it. Troy went silent again, but this time, his silence was shorter than the last time. "I'm really sorry, Alana, but I can't marry you, not now, not ever," Troy chuckled. "What were you even thinking when you decided to ask me that? Did you actually think I liked you now or even before? Jeez, you're so delusional. I guess Lilith was right about you all along," Troy said, his voice now tinted with annoyance and a trace of disappointment. Before Alana could even respond, he hung up on her. She felt her heart squeeze as she brought the phone down to her lap. She wasn't hurt by the fact that he rejected her, no,
The moment he left, Alana got up from the couch and entered the bathroom to freshen herself up. She glanced down at her still sensitive clit, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, before she proceeded to wash up.She dried herself off before stepping out from the bathroom. She tiptoed to the closet, opening the door quietly to check if Roman was still in there, but he wasn't. He had already dressed and left while she was still in the bathroom.*****The next day was just like every other Saturday for Alana. She went for her morning run, freshened up, and got dressed. The housekeeper had already prepared a delicious breakfast for her, so she ate while Jane cleaned the house. She spent a considerable amount of time reading, and when she finally felt fatigued, she decided to close the book and go to the bedroom to rest her eyes.She found herself thinking about Roman and what he could possibly be up to at that moment, but she immediately pushed every thought of him aside. To her,
"Do you think I'm going to let you back off just like that?" Roman asked as he leaned in, his face barely centimeters away from hers. "We haven't even started yet..." He took her hand and made her grab his hard, throbbing member under the robe.Alana gulped when she felt how thick and hard he was. How was something that huge even supposed to fit inside her? Was Roman insane, or was he trying to kill her? Alana was frantically panicking inside, but she tried to look calm on the outside.Escaping him was completely out of the question, so she had only one other choice. She could try to postpone this for another time. He had done that once before, so now it was her turn.When Roman moved to kiss her, she placed her palm on his lips, stopping him. "Wait. We should continue this tomorrow. I'm exhausted, please." She had to resort to pleading.What else could she possibly do? She had been the one who initiated this in the first place."Then what do you suggest I do about this?" Roman asked
Yet, he still needed an answer to his question. He was curious to know what she had been up to the entire day with Carl, especially why she was wearing a different dress. So he pulled away again, but his fingers quickly took over where his mouth had been."Why are you wearing a different dress?" he repeated his question."I changed," she answered as she leaned in, kissing his neck."Carl took me to a hotel. I took a shower and changed into that dress he got me, had some wine, before he brought me back here," she whispered against his neck.She just wanted him to continue; they could talk about anything else later. But Roman had something else in mind."You were in a hotel room with Carl?" Roman asked, his voice dropping to a cold intensity, which Alana failed to notice."Yes," she answered without thinking as she worked her tongue down to his collarbone, softly biting onto it.Roman drew in a sharp breath, relishing the pleasurable feeling that was almost so intoxicating he was moment







