LOGINYet, 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
Roman smiled before raising the cup to his lips again, pouring the water in his mouth. "You're going to finish it!" Alana crawled forward to take the glass from Roman, but before she could, he caught her jaw and seized her lips, transferring the water from his mouth to hers.Some of the water slipped through the side of her lips, sliding down to her jaw as she gulped down the rest. Roman pulled away after emptying the water in her mouth.He licked his lips, his eyes pinned on her face. This sight of her was breathtakingly beautiful; her hair let loose, lips wet, red and parted, kneeling right there on his bed, looking up at him with those eyes, like she was more than ready to be fucked.Getting impatient, Alana reached for his robe, attempting to loosen it, but Roman caught her hand."Not so fast, Lana. Be patient, because I plan on savoring every bit of you." He arched his back, kissing her palm, his voice tinged with lust."Lana," the name slipped from his lips again. "I think I'll
He strode over to her, his expression stoic and unreadable, holding her gaze."Why are you sitting on the floor?" he asked, staring down at her when he reached her."I tripped," Alana replied, looking up at him with innocent brown eyes before those same eyes fell on his chest.Sighing, Roman bent down, carried her in his arms, and placed her back on the bed. He turned to walk away, but Alana caught his arm with both hands, stopping him. He glanced back at her with a questioning look."What?""I—" Alana's eyes fell down to his arm, her palm wrapping around him tightly. "Feverish. I'm feeling feverish," she murmured.Roman sat on the bed placing the back of his palm on her fore head to feel her temperature. "You're warm," he commented. "But I doubt it's a fever," he said, his palm slipping down to her cheek then down to her neck.A soft gasp escaped Alana's lips when his palm reached her neck, which caught Roman's attention."Does your neck hurt?" Roman asked.Despite his cold and stoi
"I—" "Leave. You've obviously lost every usefulness you have." Roman cut her off, zipping his trousers back. His cold words were like a slap to her face. Rose shamefully rose to her feet. "I'll do better next time, maybe—" she said. "Get out, Rose," Roman shot her a cold look, enough to make her understand that it wouldn't be wise to make him repeat himself again. Moving away from him, Rose walked towards the door, straightening her dress before she stepped out. She was too embarrassed to even look back. She felt completely humiliated. Her goal to demonstrate her important role in Roman's life was a complete failure. instead, she had even worsened things for herself. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe her efforts to arouse him failed because he was really into his new girlfriend. And that left her with the thought of whether Alana was better in bed than she was. "Alana Gates," she muttered quietly, the name made her blood boil as it slipped from her tongue. *****
Alana's steps quickened the moment she stepped out of the suite. Her heels clicked loudly on the marble floor of the hallway, the second echoing in her ear, her strides maintaining their pace as her breath quickened, coming out shallow and unstable. Her fingers shook as she reached for the elevator button, she pressed it in haste, stepping in the moment the door opened and pressing the button for the first floor.The memory from the day the gardener was killed resurfaced in her mind, the image vivid and clear. She could still recall the thick smell of blood, the man's lifeless body, and his unrecognizable face. Her palm flew up to cover her mouth as she felt the urge to throw up, sweat forming on her forehead and temples, despite how cold her body felt."Calm yourself, Alana," she whispered to herself.She took in deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm herself. She couldn't afford to have a breakdown now, especially in public like this. She swallowed, shutting her eyes as her breathing
Even though he no longer worked for the family, he still felt concerned for Alana, but there was nothing he could do to help her. He packed the documents and his glasses from the table before making his way out of the hotel suite with a sullen look, closing the door behind him."Now..." Roy snapped his fingers, drawing everyone's attention to him, including Alana's. "I am sure this must have come as a shock to you, but Mr. Mathew here..." Roy gestured towards the man sitting next to Alana. "...came across some of your photos when we hosted a small event back home three weeks ago, and he really likes you..." He glanced at his wife, and she smiled, giving him a nod of approval. Pleased by what he was about to say next, his lips stretched into an almost creepy smile, causing Alana's blood to run cold."So he made a marriage proposal, and we accepted it."The room fell dead silent, so silent that even a pin drop would be heard. Alana stared at her mother, then at Roy, with a bemused f







