Semua Bab Maddest Temptation : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Chapter 141 The car pulls up at the press conference in Miami, and I practically jump from the car. I came straight here. I wanted to tell Roman the good news myself. I walk into the packed hall and stand at the back of the crowd. Roman is on stage, standing at a small podium and delivering a speech. “As you can see…” He glances up and sees me standing at the back. A frown crosses his brow, and I smile as I go up onto my toes with excitement. He regains his focus and goes back to his speech. I tap my toes, waiting for him to finish. Come on. Hurry up. I’m bursting at the seams to tell him the good news. He didn’t do it. He never went there, he never slept with her the happiness beams out of me. I feel so good being the person who found out the truth. Eventually, he says the words I’ve been waiting to hear. “Thank you all for coming today. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship. Education is key for our future.” Everyone claps, and I smile proudly.

ROMAN An hour later, I walk into the interview room in the police station.Gloria’s haunted eyes meet mine.I glance up at the police officer standing by the door. “I would like a few minutes with her.”Carl nods and closes the door behind him, leaving me with her.I take a seat at the other side of the table opposite her.I stare into her eyes as my eyes hold hers.She drops her head in shame. “I’m sorry, Roman. But I don't regret it, if for the very least I get your attention for a few weeks, I'm at peace.” she whispers.I stare at her. She’s so pitiful, and my stomach twists. “Gloria.”She keeps looking at the floor.“Look at me.”She lifts up her eyes up to meet mine.“Why did you do that to me?”Her eyes fill with tears. “I’m scared you'll leave now that your uncle is dead I know you won't come to Russia to see me that stupid American woman has all your attention, Rome, you were mine first.” “Stop it, Gloria” I shout at her“I’m pregnant with no money.”I frown. “There i

ROMAN “I was scared,” she finally admits.And I hate it. I hate that she felt that way.“You don’t ever need to be scared of anything, because I'm all yours.” I slide another inch in.She’s so fucking wet I hardly have to push.“I’m sorry.” Her voice is a whisper, and I know she means it.“I know.” Another inch. “And that’s the only reason I’m letting you come.”Her hands fight for a hold on my back as her tits rub against my chest.Her eagerness, her willingness is going to send me over the edge. But I need to get her there first.“You want to come on this cock, Moya Roza?”“Please,” she begs, and I feel the plea in my dick.Next time she begs me, it’s gonna be from her knees.I move my mouth until my lips are just brushing against hers.“Please, who?” I demand. “Who am I?”She tries to pull me closer. “You’re my Roman .”Thunder rolls through my body as I swallow her words.You’re my husband.“Fuck,”I growl the word and drop my full weight onto her. Burying myself as

ANA I smirk as he concentrates while undoing my buttons.“What?” he asks, deep in thought.“Just you,” I reply.“What about me?” he asks.“It’s just a headache you know,” I reply.He nods and rolls his eyes as he pulls my shirt from my shoulders. “Yeah, well I’ve seen your ‘just’ headaches and they scare the shit out of me.” He sighs.“I’m ok baby. I’ve got my tablets that will put me to sleep for a while and when I wake up we can have dinner. What are you making us?”He shrugs. “Toast.”“You’re going to do good,” I murmur.“Shut up and look pretty, Zolotse. Get into the shower before I put that mouth of yours to good use.”I kiss him gently on the lips and sink into my hot-water-therapy shower. As he fusses around in the bedroom unpacking my bag. When I'm done with the shower fifteen minutes later and semi-conscious I find my cute pyjamas laid out on the bed. He passes me a glass of water.“Where are your ibuprofen?” he asks“In my makeup bag.” I sigh as I climb into bed.He

ROMAN “The only reason I didn’t make your pig of a son a missing person is because I can't find him. But the deed has been done,And so is my patience.” I slam the car into park. “I told him exactly what would happen if I saw him again. And I don’t fucking exaggerate.”I cut the call and exit my SUV, crossing the distance to the front door in three strides.I don’t know if I need to start by firing some of my security guards, or if I need to fire all of them, because I’m supposed to be alerted about every fucking visitor. And no one said a fucking word to me about someone being here.Clenching my jaw, I fling the door open and head straight to the center of the house.This person isn’t here for me, so that leaves only a few options on where they’d be.When I storm into the kitchen, there’s no one.The receiving area, for visitors.I’m not even halfway down the hall to the receiving area when I hear the voices. Hers. And a man’s voice.I take two running steps before I realize wha