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Roman stands, then begins walking back and forth, like a professor addressing his students. It suddenly felt like I was in a lecture hall. “I'm getting a picture here, Sav.” He stopped mid-stride, pivoted, and fixed me with that infuriatingly calm stare of his. “He comes to me, showing me the video and spewing these wild accusations against you. Then he goes to you, waving around that list like it's the answer to world peace. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” My brain kicked into overdrive, working faster than the intelligence department—hell, faster than a caffeine-addicted conspiracy theorist at 3 a.m. The more I lined the pieces up, the more obvious it became.“He's trying to break us apart.” I blurted out. “Exactly.” Roman’s voice dropped, dark and certain, “That son of a bitch.” How dare Dean try to do something so nasty? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. That was way below the belt and it sickens me that he'd resort to such petty tactics to see me miserable.

Her words froze me completely. My blood turned to ice. Memories I'd kept buried clawed their way to the surface, mocking me in broad daylight. My tongue dried up instantly, sticking to the roof of my mouth. She knew she’d hit a nerve—poked at a forbidden place. But the silence between us didn’t last long.“I'm not trying to judge you or anything, Sav. I'm certain you had your reasons. And frankly, we've all made mistakes. And I know that you regret your actions but—” “That's enough.” I held up a hand, signalling a stop. “I'd like a moment alone. Please.” She turned, facing me completely. “Hold on, are you kicking me out of your room?” “Please, Alyssa. You've said enough.” Her lips parted like she had more to say, but the words stalled. Slowly, she stood, pinning me with a look that was half pity, half challenge.“I don’t know why you think that running away from this topic can make it go away. But it doesn't, Sav. Heck, I made a mistake. But I'm not making the subject a forbidd

Wedding Rehearsal (The Next Day)I stood near the back, a bouquet of ivory silk roses in my hands. The officiant clapped his hands. “Alright, from the top. Bridesmaids and groomsmen—pair up.”Dean was up front, grinning just wide enough, not too much— glancing in my direction ever so often. A subtle reminder of his illicit proposal. His best man, Henry, was beside him. Like the obedient dog he was. And there in front, sitting beside my dad like he owned the place, was Roman. He wasn’t part of the wedding. He wasn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. But somehow, his dark suit blended into the picture, making him look like he belonged. Like he was actually the main event. He met my eye, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a smile. Then he gave a little nod. I smiled back— unable to contain my excitement and looked ahead, focusing on not tripping in front of so many people. My feet moved on autopilot as I took my place. The music, romantic and faint, came from the s

Roman’s large hand burned into my waist and drew me closer, pulling me into his heat. His gaze remained on mine, hungry and impatient. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Tell me, Savannah, what’s got you this undone?”Heat rose to my cheeks, and I fought to steady my breath. “You,” I admitted, voice thick.He smiled—a slow, wicked curl of his lips—and slid his hand up the smooth curve of my thigh, fingertips tracing the fabric of my dress like it was nothing more than a veil.“Fuck me,” I whispered.“I can't not afford to, Sav,” he said, his voice dropping to a velvet growl.He moved like a predator, slow and deliberate, his hands gliding down my sides before sliding beneath the hem of my dress. The rough edge of his fingers found the delicate fabric of my panties, tracing the curve of my hip with featherlight teasing. My breath hitched.“Roman,” I whispered, voice thick and begging.He lifted his head, lips curled into a wicked smile. “May I?” His voice was vel

The space around was still buzzing with leftover heat. The hallway was still warm with the echo of our movements, like the air itself was holding its breath. While I struggled to catch mine. My back was still pressed into the cool wall, the chill biting against my skin that still tingled from his hands. My dress was bunched around my hips in a way that would have been indecent if either of us cared. Roman’s body caged mine in, one arm braced beside my head, the other gripping the back of my thigh as if the last intense minutes hadn’t been enough to prove a point.We hadn’t moved since it ended.We hadn’t needed to.I tried to catch my breath, my lips still swollen from his mouth. My pulse was still drumming in my ears when he finally spoke.“That’s twice.” He said quietly, almost like he was taking inventory. “And I’m done treating it like some… casual transaction.”The words weren’t loud, but they cut clean through the haze in my head. His voice was low and rough, like he’d been gr