Semua Bab His For A Night: Bab 31 - Bab 40

MayaI pretended I didn't hear a damn thing.By the time Roman walked back into the room, his expression schooled back into the usual smug calm, I was already in bed, facing the other way, blanket half-draped over my legs like nothing was off. I'd slipped back into the sheets with my heart still hammering in my chest and my mind replaying Nathan's voice on a loop.But I didn't ask. I didn't say a word.Instead, I smiled—forcefully, awkwardly—as Roman crossed the room toward me. He raised a brow, shirt still unbuttoned from where I'd left him."You're smiling weird," he muttered, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Thinking about how you were wrapped around me ten minutes ago?"I let out a nervous laugh, light and airy. "No more touching."Roman brows creased, then smirked as he leaned down, reaching for my waist. "Says who?"I caught his wrist before he could pull me back under him. "I mean it. I don't want it anymore."He froze, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Wait... what?" His voice

MayaI stormed out of Roman's office, ignoring the bite in his voice and the threat he thought would stop me. Screw him.My hands were trembling from pure, boiling rage. Who the hell did he think he was? Firing Tonny just because I stepped behind the bar to help?Tonny had gotten that call in the middle of his shift—his cousin was in an accident, and he looked like he was falling apart right in front of me. Confused. Panicked. I told him to go, promised I'd cover for a bit. It was nothing. Just a few drinks, a few smiles. Nothing Tonny wouldn't do for me if the tables were turned.And Roman? He didn't even care. Didn't ask. Didn't want to know why Tonny had to leave. Just dropped the axe like it meant nothing. Like Tonny was nothing.I saw the look on Tonny's face when Susan told him. The way his shoulders sagged. The way he blinked like he couldn't believe it. I didn't even have the strength to explain. What was the point? Roman had already made up his mind—because he's arrogant, col

MayaI shut the door behind me, leaning against it like it had the power to hold back everything I was feeling.What the hell was that?One minute he was all stoic and cold, the next minute he had his hand on my waist, whispering like we were anything but friends. Friends.I scoffed and dragged myself to the bed, flopping face-first onto the sheets. If this was what friendship looked like with Roman, I was doomed. My heart had no idea how to stay in line, and apparently, neither did my body.I was supposed to play it cool. Be the bigger person. Focus on keeping the peace and not letting my feelings get in the way of the bigger picture. But how was I supposed to do that when he looked at me like he could read my thoughts? When his shirt was off and my brain short-circuited?Ugh.This was getting too complicated. A knock pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.I turned my head toward the door but didn't move. "Yeah?" I called out, already guessing who it was.The door creaked open slight

RomanHer lips tasted like something I'd been craving without knowing it. And when she finally pulled back, just slightly—just enough for our mouths to part—I didn't let her go.She was still in my lap, still breathing the same air as me—and God, I could feel every ounce of restraint humming under her skin.I traced a slow line along her waist with my thumb, not even trying to hide how much I wanted her there. Wanted this."What are you doing to me, Maya?" I asked, not expecting an answer—because hell, I didn't even know what I meant by that. Just that something in me twisted every time she got close like this.Her eyes searched mine. "I could ask you the same thing."I smirked faintly. "That's the problem. Neither of us knows when to stop."She didn't say anything. She just stayed there. Just looking at me like she was searching for something underneath the sharp edges I tried too hard to wear.My hand lifted, fingers brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her eyes fluttered f

Roman Her question had stayed with me. "Have you ever been in love?"It wasn't the words that unsettled me—it was the way she'd asked them. Soft. Cautious. As though she knew she was pressing on something fragile, like she didn't want to break it but couldn't help touching it anyway.I hadn't answered her properly. I did what I always do—masked the truth with a philosophy. Told her love was for the weak. For the kind of people who didn't understand that emotions were liabilities. Anchors that dragged you down.But what I didn't say... was that I hadn't always believed that.There was a time I'd thought love was a safe place. That if you gave yourself to someone completely, they'd protect what you gave them.I was wrong. And it cost me.Not just her...But everything that came after.I gripped the edge of the table, my fingers curling around the wood.I didn't want to remember the way she looked at me last night when I said those words. Like she saw something deeper than I wanted her t