Mag-log inChapter 3
Roman's POV
The sound of unfiltered laughter coming from the room filled with guys does nothing to dull my curious mind.
I may have encountered many types of women some seem to be somewhat pleasant while others are not so memorable
But the lady in the dressing room has managed to captivate my attention.
All, or should I say most women master the art of putting and strutting in heels but seeing her try and fail miserably?
That makes her one of a kind
Seeing how she fell helplessly, I'm supposed to be amused or perhaps reach out a helping hand but instead, an unfamiliar feeling tucked at my heart as I stayed in silence.
When I broke the silence by answering a question she asked herself, that seemed to startle her
Seeing her figure seated on that floor made me want to rush over to her side. But because I was uncertain about what her reaction would be, I retreated watching her while enjoying the comfort the silence came with.
When she stood up and gracefully turned, I was met with the most delectable piece of ass
Her green orbs made me want to stare all day long
The ponytail gracefully swept her brunette hair with bangs framing her beautiful face
Her mouth formed an oval shape as she stared at me, seemingly liking what she is seeing but all I could picture was that mouth on my cock.
I could picture her on her knees giving me a blowjob that would send me straight to the heavens due to the pleasure.
Those lips….
Fuck!
They were soft and plump as I wondered how they would taste.
My blood went south and heat rushed to my groin.
My fingers were itching to bend her over that vanity table and show her how bad she was messing with me.
To avoid saying or doing anything drastic, I cleared my throat breaking our staring contest.
She seemed to be embarrassed that she was staring with her mouth agape as she lowered her head muttering something incoherent that I almost barked out a laugh but restrained.
Taking what she taught was the perfect excuse, her ass swayed as she walked away.
Feeling the need to draw her back, I asked about her wellbeing and offered her a massage for her probably sprained ankle.
When I walked close to her, I used that voice that made many girls melt and I had no doubt that it affected her because she seemed to be struggling with self control.
Her purse fell and we simultaneously bent to pick it, her hands brushing in the process.
The jolt of electricity as her hand brushed mine was unmistakable and she immediately distanced herself from me
“Hey Roman my man yuh refused a few chicks. What's up? Yuh awright?” Jimmy asked chugging down his beer while he offered me a bottle
“Yeah, not just in the mood I guess” I replied cocking the bottle open before taking a well needed sip as I sighed
That brunette got me so riled up that I forgot what the word fun is
“A girl on your mind, I guess. She a hard nut to crack?” Jimmy pestered on while the guys kept on playing beer pong
“Nah, not really” I lied trying to avoid the conversation
“Hey Rome, come join us nigga” Walsh urged as noise erupted from the table
Might as well find something to forget about her, for now
“What yuh playing?” I tried making use of the famous Bajan accent I've been hearing since I landed in Barbados
“Okay, here's the game” Nate began. “It's pretty simple, you gotta keep a couple of bucks here everyone will do that and then you walk up to a girl we choose in this club and get her number. If you succed, you get all the money stacked up but if you lose, you lose your money” he finished off
“Oh…. and everybody gotta get a number” he added
“doesn't that seem a little too highschool -ish?” I commented with disinterest
“C’mmon, it Chris' last night being single. We gotta make it worth it”. Walsh urged on “okay Gus take your numbers, I'm 1” Nate began
“2” Walsh answered
“3” Jimmy echoed
“4” Wilder, the usually quiet one bellowed
“5” I continued with a nonchalant smirk
“Guys, I don't think I should join in this, I mean I'm engaged. Not sure I can walk up to a random girl and ask for her number” Chris defended weakly as he looked at me for support but all I could do was to give him a lazy smirk to which he rolled his eyes
“Bruh, you're not even married yet but plus ain't asking you to have sex with them, just a flirty conversation, her number and a make out session if you're so lucky” Nate grinned, his face matching that of a cheshire cat
“A number and a make out session??? God no! If Kelly finds out about this, she gon’ castrate me alive, you know how riled up she gets.” Chris exclaimed
“No offense man, but Kelly is one crazy bitch” Walsh commented earning a deadly glare from Chris who looked like he was about to explode
“I take that back” Walsh muttered wallowing into his seat
“You better” Chris growled
The game began excluding Chris who served as the spectator
I have to admit, it was really fun watch Walsh get slapped by a girl after he kept trailing her for her number.
Watching Nate trying to unhook a drunk and persistent girl who mistook a kiss for a make out session was Worth the game
Quiet Wilder was frightened after a crazy lady chugged lemonade down his chest only to lick it back
Jimmy was not spared either as his face was designed with the sole of a pissed off lady's heels
It was now my turn.
“Roman you see that hot chick with white hair over there, that's your forte” Nate ordered as I dropped a reasonable amount before moving over to my task.
The lady was engrossed in a conversation with a guy that she seemed cozy with
I cursed Nate, seething with anger as I knew I'd have to get the man out of the way first.
Scanning the room, I ordered a margarita and walked towards them.
I walked recklessly and intentionally poured the soda on the guy making it look like a mistake
“Oh fuck! I'm so sorry man, it's an honest mistake I rasped out pretending to be shocked
I'm sure the guys are having a blast watching me create this drama
“It's okay” the guy played it cool “I'm gonna go to the bathroom to take care of this. He gestured to his clothes and walked away
Great!
Standing at where the man was, I ordered two glass of Soda before having a good look at my task.
She was busty with pouty lips and a hot face good for a decent blowjob
I stared at her some more until she blurted a what the fuck do you want
Not scared by that, I sweet talked her and in just a few seconds, she was smiling and flirting back.
Well, that was easy
As my order was served, I passed her a glass and we resumed our discussion until I felt a heavy tap on my back
Brushing it off, I assumed it was one of the strippers who were looking for a guy
A loud bang on my head was all it took for me to turn and see who the hell ht me that hard
Wit furious anger, I turned ready to pounce on that person only to see that it was the white chick's buddy
Fuck! Walsh, Nate and the guys must be laughing their brains out
The guy's anger reflected in his eyes as he clenched and unclenched his fist
“It was a mistake” I said walking away to avoid trouble but the man was hell bent in having a heart
He threw a punch in my shoulder, I docked and without hesitation, I slammed my fist into his cheeks and he spat out blood.
Security became alert, they came to get the culprit
There was only one thing I knew I could do lright then
Run!!!
Quickly, I made for the back door running with great speed but unfortunately, the club was heavily guarded they caught up with me.
I was taken taken to jail and what surprised me the most was seeing all the other guys right in there with me
“Hey mate” Walsh greeted dryly “had fun with the white chick?” he asked sarcastically
“This is not how I planned my bachelorette party to go” Chris groaned in annoyance burning his face in his lap
“Once upon a time, Nate introduced a game to us and it was so fun that we ended up in jail” Jimmy exclaimed in a high pitch voice.
There was no doubt that he was drunk
“C’mmon guys, it was fun” Nate defended. “But look at the bright side, you had the opportunity to spend a night in jail” he remarked earning deadly glares from all of us
“Yeah, fun enough so we could get stuck here and miss the wedding” Wilder mused
“Oh no” Chris shrieked “that can't happen, Kelly is probably gonna cut my head and put it on a platter” He said seemingly horrified
“We wouldn't have ended up here if only Roman knew how to get a girl” Walsh remarked coyly.
“You mean like how you got ten years of your life slapped off?” I sarcastically replied
“Say that one more time and…” Walsh threatened but was cut off by Chris
“We're supposed to be looking for a way out of this, not biting each other's head off” Chris chastised
“I think I have a phone in my boxers or something” Wilder searched and brought out a phone
“Wait…. you put your phone in your boxers? I asked amused
“Like you put cigarettes in your shoes?” Wilder retorted with a sly grin earning a chuckle from the guys.
“Touche” I muttered as my mind drifted off to the brunette in the dressing room
Wilder made some calls and after a few more torturing hours, we were out of this hell hole.
The ride back home was silent, only a few grunts from Chris.
We got out of the car to get some few hours of sleep in preparation for the big day
“And one more thing” Chris began “None of the ladies have to hear this. Whatever happened, stays between us. Bro code” He said
All the guys muttered in agreement
Now it was time to find the brunette who had managed to steal my attention.
I sighed in exhaustion of today's event.
So much for a bachelorette party!
Chapter 74 India's POV The breeze off the ocean hit my face with a crisp bite, whipping my hair around my shoulders.The cool air surrounding me was way too cool for the turmoil going on inside of me.My heart was still hammering, and yet, I squared my shoulders, lifted my chin, and reminded myself: this was no time for weakness.This was the say whatever the fuck your sick ass has to say and get the flying fuck away from here time Though I knew I could never say that straight to her in the face.Monica turned toward me, her expression soft, sympathetic, almost… gentle.I braced. Put on my big girl britches. This wasn’t a moment for sentiment. This was a moment for truth. The raw, jagged, “say whatever the fuck you have to say and get the hell out” truth.My jaw tightened. My palms pressed against the smooth railing of the deck, and I forced my voice to steady itself before it shook.“Two minutes,” I said, voice stern,
Chapter 73 Roman's POV She isn’t moving.Not a breath, not a step.India stands there like marble carved out of shock, the glimmering dress that had once caught my eye now looks like a cage she can’t breathe in. Her fingers twitch against her side, and I can feel the tremor ripple through her spine beneath my hand.The sight of her seeing her again, Monica was exactly as I’d anticipated.Still, the reaction…it guts me a little more than I planned.Her body goes rigid in my hold, and for a second, I consider softening my grip, but I don’t. She needs an anchor, not a lifeline.I lower my mouth to her ear, my voice steady, deliberate.“Will you face your fears, or keep running from them?”I can feel her heartbeat slam against her ribs through the satin. She’s not breathing right, shallow, uneven. Her gaze is locked forward, unblinking.And I know she’s seeing everything she buried.All the lies. All the pain. All the almost
Chapter 72 India's POV The dress fits like it was poured over my skin, shiny, sculpted, scandalously perfect but it feels like armor instead of beauty. I feel….empty.The reflection staring back from the mirror looks like a queen prepared for a banquet of kings, but the woman underneath is trembling.I may have been bold earlier with Roman but all I was trying to do was mask my fears.I smooth the satin fabric over my thighs, the material catching the light like molten gold. The parcel Roman gave me contained a dress and a short command: “Wear This”Wear this for what?For who?And why just me?Nothing makes sense right now.He didn’t even invite Ethan. If this was supposed to be some strategy meeting about Mikhail, shouldn’t Ethan be here too?He's supposed to be among the plan but…things just look so disoriented.Unless... this isn’t about Mikhail at all.I stare at my reflection again, heart thudding unevenly. “What are you
Chapter 71 Roman's POV She thinks she’s in control. That’s the first mistake. India Seethal’s every step is deliberate, sarcastic, teasing, and somehow, somehow, she doesn’t even know the effect she has on me. Not fully. Not yet. I watch her as she moves across the deck, sandals clicking softly against the polished teak, the wind lifting strands of her hair around her face. My fingers itch to straighten one, to brush it behind her ear, to see if she’d notice. She would. She always does. And I don’t know if I want her to. “Try to keep up,” I say smoothly, not looking at her. My eyes scan the horizon. The Bahamas sun glints off the water, but my focus is only on the woman who has made my meticulously ordered world feel… chaotic. “I’d walk faster if you’d stop touching me like I’m going to faint,” she snaps without turning. I smirk. “You almost did. A few hours ago when you got out of the jet.” Her breath catches. I hear it. I can feel it. She can’t hide anything
Chapter 70 India's POV I used to think nothing could surprise me anymore.Not after the cliffs.Not after the private jet.Not after the way Roman looks at me—as if he’s memorizing my pulse without ever touching me.Not after Ethan's motives for return.But this?This is new.Roman Alkali, the same man who can shut down grown men with a single cold stare, is standing here on the deck of a hyper-yacht, completely speechless… because a five-year-old asked him a simple question.I blink once. Twice.And I watch Roman’s throat move as he tries but fails to form a sentence.Guillermo waits patiently, small hands clutching dripping seashells, eyes glittering like he’s just found pirate treasure.“What’s she?” he asks again, head tilting.There’s a split second where Roman looks… lost.I never thought I’d see the day.I step in, because tension has teeth, and it’s about to bite.I'm not going to keep quiet and make this silence mo
Chapter 69 Roman's POV India stands there like a living contradiction, sharp tongue, soft eyes, spine straight like she’s preparing for combat, and a dress that looks like sin tailored itself around her curves. The sheer fabric clings to her, intentional or not, and her cleavage peeks just enough to ruin what’s left of my composure. It’s maddening how she can be both unaware and devastatingly aware of the effect she has on me.My gaze drags up, slow, deliberate, because I can’t help myself. When she arrived, her eyes widened at the sight of the hyper-yacht, then narrowed at me like she was preparing a cross-examination. And now…now she’s pretending that she’s not terrified, when I can feel the pulse of her fear from where I stand. Fear… that delicate underlying panic she’s trying so damn hard to mask behind sarcasm and annoyance.She’s good at acting normal. But I grew up in a room where acting normal was how you stayed al







