~Viviana~ I’m not a girl who easily gets swayed by her emotions. In each decision I make, I weigh the pros and cons. Dad had been away most of my life, leaving me with mom growing up because of his job. That’s where I learned to be independent at such a young age. I wasn’t one of those teenagers that would go to parties and won’t remember what happened the next day or how they ended up in someone else’s bed. Until Roman. He courted my mom, who was pretty impressed with his gestures. It was surprising, even for me. He’d always bring food at night, and we’d talk until midnight. No one has ever exerted that much effort on wooing me before. For someone whose intention was to get under my pants, he’s putting up too much effor

~Roman~ I should do what was right. Leave my spot, go back downstairs and apologize for barging into her room without warning, but damn that body. I’ve been fantasizing about her for days, jerking myself off with the mere vision of what I would see when I undress her. My imagination doesn’t do justice to the real deal. She moved in haste, throwing a skin-tight tee to cover her body. Bright crimson stained the apples of her cheeks as she weaved her finger through her hair, freeing them from the collar of the t-shirt. The one size too small shirt did nothing to lessen the oozing appeal of her body on me. My dick twitched painfully in the confines of my jeans. Viviana in nothing but red lace underwear and white skin-tight shirt, visible shadows of her hardened nipples, is a view I’d pay millions to see every fucking

~Viviana~“Roman asked permission for your weekend with him,” Mom mumbled in a teasing tone. The mischievous glint in my mother’s eyes was telling.“He told me, mom,” I groaned, remembering how embarrassed I was when Roman told me what she did. Especially that part about not getting me pregnant. “Why would you do that?”Mom giggled, nudging my shoulders playfully. “You should’ve seen his face,” she barked out, sprinkling the board with flour, rolling out the portion of the dough she set aside earlier. She was making her second batch of fried donuts, one of the Sweet Bits’ best sellers.I shook my head, measuring the vanilla extract before tossing it on the bowl of milk, oil, and eggs. “You’re s

~Viviana~Now that Roman was holding my hand, I visibly relaxed as we stepped inside the mansion again. I was able to take in the gold, silver, and dark and light blue ornaments that adorned the spacious room. There were white linen tables flanked around the sides, occupied with men dressed in crisp tailored suits and women in designer dresses.Wedged on the other side of the ballroom, a long table with white and blue intricately designed linen holds about fifty to a hundred birthday cakes and pastries of unique designs. The number twenty-three was the only thing they had in common. Each one outshines what’s next to it, aiming to impress the birthday celebrant.Overhead the table was Roman’s name with the words happy birthday and welcome home arched above it in the same theme of blue, silver, and gold.

~Viviana~ An ear piercing silence stretched between us where only the loud pounding of my heart echoed through my ears. I want Roman so much but my conscience would never let me rest. Sleeping with someone already engaged and about to marry another woman is not in my bucket list, even if that man is Roman. The pause that followed my query made me question my decision to be here with him. I might have ruined this night, but I’m willing to go home if he is indeed going to marry Celestina. “Amor,” Roman spoke, his eyes searching mine, treading over my face with intent while his thumb drew small circles on my jaw. “Let’s lie down?” I pressed my tongue on the insides of my cheeks. That wasn’t exactly the answer I was looking for.