~Viviana~
I’m not a girl who easily gets swayed by her emotions. In each decision I make, I weigh the pros and cons.
Dad had been away most of my life, leaving me with mom growing up because of his job. That’s where I learned to be independent at such a young age. I wasn’t one of those teenagers that would go to parties and won’t remember what happened the next day or how they ended up in someone else’s bed.
Until Roman.
He courted my mom, who was pretty impressed with his gestures. It was surprising, even for me. He’d always bring food at night, and we’d talk until midnight. No one has ever exerted that much effort on wooing me before.
For someone whose intention was to get under my pants, he’s putting up too much effor
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~Roman~My original plan was to pamper Viviana’s mom with gifts before asking her permission for my weekend plan with her daughter. Yet every night I spend with Janet while waiting for Viviana has become an enjoyable part of my day, second to spending time with Viviana, of course.Our first meeting was shaky since she threatened to make my life miserable if I ever played with her daughter’s feelings. Janet was a small woman. Viviana was a few inches taller than her, but believe me when I say that, she scared the shit out of me.Apart from wanting to do things right with Viviana, Janet’s love for her daughter was one reason I could not take Viviana’s willing offer on my car on our first date.Viviana’s father passed away when she was eighteen
~Roman~ I should do what was right. Leave my spot, go back downstairs and apologize for barging into her room without warning, but damn that body. I’ve been fantasizing about her for days, jerking myself off with the mere vision of what I would see when I undress her. My imagination doesn’t do justice to the real deal. She moved in haste, throwing a skin-tight tee to cover her body. Bright crimson stained the apples of her cheeks as she weaved her finger through her hair, freeing them from the collar of the t-shirt. The one size too small shirt did nothing to lessen the oozing appeal of her body on me. My dick twitched painfully in the confines of my jeans. Viviana in nothing but red lace underwear and white skin-tight shirt, visible shadows of her hardened nipples, is a view I’d pay millions to see every fucking
~Viviana~ He wanted me to beg, pulling out his finger, tracing my slit until he found the hard pearl of my clit, drawing circles. I shook my head in response to his demand, moaning. This is so unfair. He’s practically backing me into one corner where he’s blocking my only way out. “Please,” I gasped while his rough fingers kept running up and down my soaked lips in a gentle massage. I don’t want him to be gentle; I want to scold him. This pent-up need I’ve built up cannot be suppressed anymore. “Hm,” he hummed, still doing things at a slow pace, continuing his wonderful assault. “Tell me about him.” “W-who?” I searched my hazy mind on what we were talking about. “Bald guy, f
~Viviana~“Roman asked permission for your weekend with him,” Mom mumbled in a teasing tone. The mischievous glint in my mother’s eyes was telling.“He told me, mom,” I groaned, remembering how embarrassed I was when Roman told me what she did. Especially that part about not getting me pregnant. “Why would you do that?”Mom giggled, nudging my shoulders playfully. “You should’ve seen his face,” she barked out, sprinkling the board with flour, rolling out the portion of the dough she set aside earlier. She was making her second batch of fried donuts, one of the Sweet Bits’ best sellers.I shook my head, measuring the vanilla extract before tossing it on the bowl of milk, oil, and eggs. “You’re s
~Viviana~Time and time again, I reminded myself that my heart is the last thing I’ll put on the line in this ‘thing’ I have with Roman. Our chemistry, when we first met, had been explosive and undeniable. Now I’m questioning myself if the boundaries I caged my heart into are still intact.It was loud, the pounding of my heart, louder than the dominating guitar strums of the new Spanish song playing in the background. The alluring voice of the lead vocal did nothing to get my mind off of the clenching sensation in my chest.Gray shadows tunneled my vision, zoning away everyone and everything apart from Roman and Celestina, whose lips collided in one swift motion.It felt like hours had gone by. My hold on the box of cupcakes tightened to a python-
~Viviana~Now that Roman was holding my hand, I visibly relaxed as we stepped inside the mansion again. I was able to take in the gold, silver, and dark and light blue ornaments that adorned the spacious room. There were white linen tables flanked around the sides, occupied with men dressed in crisp tailored suits and women in designer dresses.Wedged on the other side of the ballroom, a long table with white and blue intricately designed linen holds about fifty to a hundred birthday cakes and pastries of unique designs. The number twenty-three was the only thing they had in common. Each one outshines what’s next to it, aiming to impress the birthday celebrant.Overhead the table was Roman’s name with the words happy birthday and welcome home arched above it in the same theme of blue, silver, and gold.
~Roman~This day started perfectly, with Viviana in my arms, receiving a gift from her, a cuddle... If I thought that Celestina kissing me was the worst that could happen, damn, was I fucking wrong.“This is for your own good,” Don Castillo said when Mateo and I walked up to him.If only that were true, I would’ve considered his concern, but no. That’s total bullshit. He only cares about his business, and he’s using me to ensure that Severino wouldn’t turn against him as he did before. Severino is a living, walking leech. He would suck everyone’s ass if he could guarantee his safety. Treachery pumps in his veins, and greed for power blinded my father.The moment my father stood on that stage, blabbering stupid shit about his prec
~Viviana~ An ear piercing silence stretched between us where only the loud pounding of my heart echoed through my ears. I want Roman so much but my conscience would never let me rest. Sleeping with someone already engaged and about to marry another woman is not in my bucket list, even if that man is Roman. The pause that followed my query made me question my decision to be here with him. I might have ruined this night, but I’m willing to go home if he is indeed going to marry Celestina. “Amor,” Roman spoke, his eyes searching mine, treading over my face with intent while his thumb drew small circles on my jaw. “Let’s lie down?” I pressed my tongue on the insides of my cheeks. That wasn’t exactly the answer I was looking for.
~Viviana~ Our wedding passed by like bliss. I hardly paid attention to everything that we rehearsed, the vow I’ve written, the food we’ve taken time to choose, and the toast by Nico and Tina for Roman and me. Everything was perfect, I’m sure, because now I’m wearing my wedding ring and have Roman’s name. All I wanted to do was get Roman alone. If it was up to me, I would invite him to miss out on our own reception and act as though we’re eloping teenagers, get away with him. But I can’t do that. Nana Teresa was here, and she’d kill us if we did - literally. My mom, who walked me down the aisle and handed my hand to Roman with teary eyes, might understand our eagerness to be alone, but that won’t stop her from chastising us. We cannot just abandon our friends who witn
~Roman~ It’s funny how time flies by when it felt like yesterday; I was naked, kneeling down on one knee, pleading for Viviana to accept me and be my wife. Three months have gone by since then. In our villa’s guest room in Las Mencía, I studied the reflection of the man staring back at me in the full-body mirror. A perfectly pressed Prussian-blue suit clung to his body with crisp white dress shirt underneath and a tie with light blue and silver patterns clinging to the collar. A boutonniere of white orchids and lavenders attached to his lapel, a miniature version of his wife’s bridal bouquet. What he wore looks expensive, a magazine-worthy attire, but that isn’t what he wanted to freeze at this moment. It’s the happiness
~Viviana~ It was no surprise that everyone was already out of the villa when Roman and I stepped out of our room. No wonder they put me far from everyone’s room. I don’t know if I should be thankful to my friends for torturing me. They knew how much I missed Roman and still kept this a secret from me. Anyway, what matters is Roman is here. I won’t feel rueful to have fun while he’s still working. “You should’ve told me.” I nudged his shoulder as we walked down the stone path leading to the beach. We were both sporting casual beachwear. Topping our swimwear with white tanks, khaki shorts, and flip-flops. Sunglasses protect our eyes, but our smiles mirror one another. Roman had his hair tied in a low ponytail while mine was in a high ponytail.
~Viviana~Saturday morning, Penny practically knocked down my door and strutted into my room. I lay on my front, covering my head with a pillow, when she tried to wake me up. When I kept on refusing to get out of bed, Penny dropped her voluptuous blond ass on my back.“Get off!” I groaned, wiggling from under her, but she shifted and draped her entire frame over me like there was no human being under her.“It smells like shit in here,” she murmured, lying eagle spread above me, her front pressed on my back. “No wonder Roman isn’t eager to go home to you.”“Shut up,” I groaned, voice muffled by the mattress as Penny made herself comfortable.It has been six agonizing days s
~Roman~Three days. That’s how long I’ve been away from Viviana, and I was already losing my cool. Turns out, Rio didn’t only make a mess at the Phantom’s pub, but he also messed up a business deal Red was trying to close that night.No wonder Red was damned pissed he didn’t even want to answer my calls. I had to get to the bottom of the situation before seeing him personally. We might be friends, but just like me, he also answers to the people he’s working with.“What do you want?” Was Red’s warm welcome to me, a scowl etched on his face.He kept the door of his Malibu mansion wide open. I took it as an offer to come in. If this was any other guy, I wouldn’t walk through the angry lion’s den. But Red and
~Viviana~Sometimes, knowing the truth doesn’t truly set us free. Sometimes, knowing pulls us back into a limbo of twisted emotions from which we are trying to run away.Mathew told me another piece of the past dad hadn’t written in his journal.Did dad know I would cross paths with Rio? Did he anticipate I would try to kill him? Maybe he expected me to seek justice for his death and find Rio, kill him. Did he purposely withhold the truth to save me from the pain brought by the knowing?Rio didn’t choose his mother over my father. He tried to save them both, but dad knew Summit would find a way for Rio to suffer. He knew his end was about to come in the hands of his student, no less.Did he also tell Rio not
~Viviana~One could hardly tell Rio and Roman’s relationship based on their looks. Roman had electric blue eyes while Rio had smoke-gray hues. Roman had sharp jaws, high cheekbones, while Rio had soft-edged jaws and delicate-looking cheeks.Last I saw him, his figure was lean, not too muscular but taut enough that you’ll know he’s taking good care of his body. Now, he’s almost flesh and bones. His hollow cheeks forced his cheekbones to look edgy, the kind that tells a story on its own. He’s deprived of nutrients - by choice or not, I couldn’t tell. His skin was dry as if one scratch and he’ll bleed. The white shirt he had on and jeans were hanging loose on his body as if they were two sizes too big on him.Even in this state, my heart is void of sympathy for him. All I have
~Viviana~After making sure that Roman had already boarded his flight to California, I also boarded my flight to Colorado.I never thought I would exploit having Zia as a friend, but she and Xavier were more than happy to help me, tossing in Bo as my company. As the miles between me and my hometown grew thinner, my heart kept pulsing against my temple, turning my vision hazy and the knots in my stomach twisted painfully.It had been seven years since the last time I set foot in the states. Even when Lu told me it was already safe for me to go back, I refused to do so. His warning to stay away from US grounds gave me a reason not to visit the painful memory this place had given me, and I kept holding onto it up to this day.Tot steps, I told myself. I have to face my fear
~Viviana~ After giving me a chance to catch my breath, Roman slipped out of bed and headed to the ensuite just in time for the dawn to break. The explosion of orange, yellow, and delicate pink slivers passing through the ajar balcony door bounced on my face, making my eyes squint. Groaning, I groped for a pillow and shielded my face from the soft morning light. The soft tap of Roman’s feet on the carpet mingled with his hearty chuckle. “Come on now,” he scooped my tender frame in his arms, taking me into the bathroom. I sighed as soon as my body submerged into the warm water he filled the tub with. He set me in the middle, sliding in behind me, his masculine scent mixed with the evidence of our coupling, and violet mist demanded me to keep my eyes closed.