Semua Bab Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Raven I pull out my phone. Her name is Vivienne Cole. I’d known the name long before Roman ever did, everyone knew Vivienne Cole. She was Miss America at twenty-two, she has the kind of beauty that didn’t seem real, the kind you stared at as a little girl and genuinely wondered if she was a different species of person entirely. Flawless in the specific, infuriating way that looked completely effortless. She’d transitioned from the pageant circuit into acting and spent the last decade collecting award nominations and magazine covers and the devoted attention of everyone who had ever seen her face. I used to watch her films curled up on the couch with mum. I open I*******m and find her page without even having to search for it. 4.2 million followers. The most recent post is a carousel — pre-wedding photos, soft golden light, Roman in a white linen shirt looking exactly the way he always looks, and Vivienne tucked into his side like she was made to be there. Her head thrown back laug

Roman I have been in rooms with presidents. I have negotiated deals that made grown men sweat through their suits. I have buried a woman I loved and kept my composure at her graveside because my daughter needed me to be steady and I was. I am not steady right now. I knew she was coming. I had three weeks to prepare for it. Three weeks from the moment I told my assistant to call her because I couldn’t do it myself. I told myself it was courtesy. I told myself it had nothing to do with needing her back here. I had rehearsed this. I knew exactly who I was going to be when I saw her. And then the elevator opened and she was standing in my corridor being spoken to like she was nobody, everything I had rehearsed went somewhere I couldn’t reach. She was always beautiful. Even at nineteen she was the kind of beautiful that made you look twice and then hate yourself for it. But she was a girl then. Slight and uncertain and looking at me with those eyes that didn’t know yet what they

RavenI find leftover pasta in the fridge and heat it up and sit at the kitchen counter with my phone and a cup of coffee and try to feel normal. It is not working but I am trying.I am scrolling through nothing in particular when I hear the elevator open.I already know who it is.I keep my eyes on my phone.His footsteps cross the living room and then he is in the kitchen doorway and I look up and the sight of him after a full day apart hits me the same way it did in his office. Like something I was not prepared for no matter how much I thought I was.He has loosened his tie. His jacket is over one arm and the top two buttons of his shirt are open and my eyes go straight to the strip of his chest showing there before I can stop them. The body of this man. He is so sexy. Even now. Even after everything. My belly pulls with a heat I have no business feeling.I look back at my phone, choosing to ignore him.“How are you settling in?” he asks.“Great.” I take a sip of my coffee. “Except

RavenThe penthouse is quiet.Anaya left an hour ago after we finished the pizza and talked about everything and nothing and she hugged me at the door for a long time without saying anything which is how I know she is more worried about me than she lets on.I try to sleep. I lie in the guest bed and stare at the ceiling and listen to the quiet and my brain will not stop.I get up.Roman’s home office is at the end of the hall on the upper floor. I know this house better than I know anything. I know which floorboards creak and which door handles stick and I know that the light under his office door means he is still awake because Roman Bellerie does not sleep before midnight on a good day.The light is there.I stand outside his door in my silk nightdress, the thin white one that falls to mid thigh, and I knock once and push it open before he can tell me not to come in.He is behind his desk with his laptop open and his reading glasses on and his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and