Sexiest Man Alive: Am I permitted to speak now? Uh... What is he on about now? Me: What? Rather than reply by text, my phone starts ringing with an incoming call from Roman, or rather from "Sexiest Man Alive," Why I haven’t changed the ridiculous caller ID he saved his number with on my phone is a surprise. "Hey" I speak after answering the call, my voice sounds embarrassingly breathy that I have to clear my throat a few times. "I asked you if I finally have your permission to talk... The wait was agitating, Cookie" He groans as he says my name- ugh, I mean his nickname for me, what the hell is wrong with me? "What are you on, Roman? Since when did you need permission from me to yap about anything?" He laughs, "Since you told me to shut up, you know I like doing what you say, you can command me anytime. I like a girl who knows how to take the lead" I try to understand what he's saying

"Your room is... different from what I expected" he finally comments on it. "What? Is it not up to your standards, oh Your Highness Prince Roman" I counter mockingly. He chuckles, “Thanks but I’m not royalty, just wealthy" “I was being sarcastic. Prideful much?” I finish the rhetorical question with an eye roll whilst crossing my legs, trying to sit in a comfortable position. Getting comfortable on my bed has never been a challenge before so I'll blame Roman for this one. “It's just different, very pink" He widens his eyes as he says the color "pink" all the while taking a seat on my pink chair behind the matching pink desk. Okay so sue me, I like the color pink, so what? I squint my eyes at him, feeling judged "Don't tell me you're one of those guys that discriminate against the color pink?" "Nah, it's cool. You just don't give off that vibe" Is his explanation. "Really? And exactly how do you summarize that I don't give off that vibe?" I ask, making air quotes for the phrase “

  "What's your happiest memory?" The question catches me off guard. With how playful he always is, I wasn't expecting such a serious question from him. "Uh..." Yep I'm speechless. "Give me a moment to think" I take a few seconds but rather than thinking of an answer I'm debating how to get out of answering the question as a whole. My happiest moments require thinking about Dad before he died. When we were a complete family, a happy one of four. My expression must convey my sudden solemn mood because Roman asks, "Are you okay, Lindsey?" His use of my actual name and not his nickname for me startles me. "Yeah. I am" "So, do you want to talk about it or...?" He tries to weigh my mood but I'm not giving anything away, there's no way I'm willingly having a heart to heart conversation with Roman. "Nope" my voice sounds firm, thankfully, and leaves no room for argument. "Okay", he relents, then proceeds to ask me

Roman’s POV Today I spent so many hours with Lindsey that my mind is still reeling from how exhilarating the whole experience was. I’m pleased I also got to meet her family. I can’t wait to get to know them better. Although I know Lindsey will do her best to prevent me from getting even more acquainted with her loved ones. Her stern refusal at me having dinner at her house was pretty obvious but I’m not easily dismayed. I got to spend time in her personal space, and her room, and learn more about her personality and her likes and dislikes. Convincing Mr. Daniels to pair was together was an absolutely fantastic idea. Although he is pretty wary of me now, he thinks I am nothing more than a wealthy opportunist who exploits others and circumstances to suit my advantage… he’s right. When I need to I will use my influence and when it comes to making Lindsey mine, I need to and I will. As I park my Porsche in our exorbitant garage filled with similar extravagantly luxurious vehicles I c

“What the hell is going on here?” Roman asks the question with an air of authority I’ve never heard from him before. Leo follows my lead and steps out of the car although he remains standing beside it while I stand in front of Roman. “Sir, these teenagers attempted to breach the mansion. I suggest we call the police” The annoying guard I'm starting to dislike is the one who says this. I can't believe he intends to call the police on us. “What?” Roman asks before he bursts out laughing. “Paul, these are my friends” He finishes, still lightly laughing. “Oh, sir are you sure? They also lied that she is your girlfriend and I confirmed this to be a lie. I don’t think they can be trusted” The guard whose name I now know is Paul continues. He really is a suspicious ass. He needs a chill pill. “Girlfriend?” Roman asks but this time the question is directed at me, he asks this with a grin. I’m sure he won't let this go. I’m in for a world of teasing.