Roman and I hadn't said anything after his world shifting words in the bathroom. No, it looked more like he was too scared to say something, like he didn't trust the words that would come out of his mouth anymore. I on the other hand was unsure of how to react. This is something I've been wishing for, something I thought I would never get but now I know that this man…wants to be mine. Celebrating in front of him might seem quite insensitive seeing how lost his eyes seemed. We cleaned up in complete silence. He let him scrub him clean, my hands couldn't reach his hair though so I let him handle that on his own. Once we were done, I dried off my hair with the towel and wrapped up the rest of the damp ends. When I turned to face the door, I found that he was still standing there, staring at me and God, I couldn't look away from those vulnerable eyes. He looked like a fucking puppy. Unsure of what to do after confessing his feelings. He didn't know what would come next and, neither
AMELIA “Hi, Vince,” I smiled. It felt so strange seeing him here, in front of his door after weeks of worrying about him. He said he'd gone to Japan, but why did I feel like there was more to the story? More than what he'd actually told. He was dressed in pokemon pajamas which was definitely not expected. His hair ruffled like it had seen better days and he had a lazy smile that made my lips twitch. The top buttons of his pajamas were undone and he looked like he'd just rolled out of bed though it was the middle of the day. “Hey,” He replied, his pearly whites glinting under the afternoon sun. “Nice…shirt,” I mused, surprised that a man like him had such a preference. “Oh…this old thing?” He looked down at his outfit and chuckled, I noticed from the corner of my eyes how the tips of his ears turned red. “I'm glad to see you got home safe, Amelia,” He voiced after the silence between us had stretched on for far too long. My heart suddenly felt heavy as I recalled th
ROMAN I would've said no if I didn't feel so guilty after the words I'd said to Amelia that night. And she made it quite clear she wasn't asking for my permission, she just cared about me enough to let me know she was going out with a friend. Vincent. I don't like the man. Not one bit. I hated the way he looked at her, the way he smiled at her and how easily he could make her laugh when I on the other hand…have only managed to make her cry that easily. But she wanted to go…and despite myself I preferred it be with my next door neighbor than any other man. Like Henderson. And besides…she loves me. Again but this time, I was the one who desperately wanted to get it from her. She didn't say the words, not really…but she accepted it. And that was enough for me. And I honestly couldn't believe just how stupid I'd been in the past. I wanted so much to not be the man everyone thought me to be yet, I became even worse to her. Because I thought she was the reason for my un
ROMANMy eyes snapped open with a start.I inhaled deeply, my senses on high alert as I reached under my pillow and grabbed my gun, immediately sensing that something was wrong. I was in the spare room in my office, yet with no recollection of how I ended up here. My head was throbbing, my body ached and I couldn't feel my tongue for some reason. But I could feel the presence beside me and even worse, I could feel that I was only in my underwear. A hand was reaching for my shoulder, I turned off the safety of the gun and pointed it at the intruder, prepared to pull the trigger in the next second. Bertha's shocked scream reached my ears and my brows furrowed. “Roman! It's me!” She screamed, stumbling off the bed and dragging the sheets with her as she covered her chest. Wait. My bed…what the fuck? “Why the fuck are you here?”Her hair was disheveled, she seemed to be naked beneath the sheets and my confusion deepened even more. How did I end up here…with her? Nothing happene
AMELIA A few hours earlier… Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. I looked at the new, strange paintings that spread through the gallery and for some reason, I knew immediately that they were all mine. I'd painted them all. “They were all donated by an anonymous regular, much like that one at the far end, quite riveting, don't you think?” Vincent asked thoughtfully, looking as though he was entranced by the paintings. On the outside, I was sure I seemed that way too but on the inside I was a fucking mess. I could almost taste it on my tongue, the paint, the putrid smell of urine and blood in the air. I could feel the scratches all over my skin, the painful burn in my wrists from being tied up tightly for far too long. I had scrubbed them raw against the ropes , trying to free my hands but despite trying for hours on end, all I could manage was to hold the paintbrush he gave to me, and fill the canvas with each turmoil and dark thought that consumed me. And her
JESSICA“Time of death, 11: 58 pm, November 12th,” Dr Morrison declares with a grim expression as the nurse beside moved to King Guerrero’s bedside and pulled up the sheets to cover his deathly pale face. His eyes were closed shut and his lips slack. For the first time since I'd met the man, he looked exactly like what he was. An old frail man. And now, he is dead. “Jessica?”I blinked, dragging my gaze away from King's lifeless figure and meeting Dr Morrison's eyes. “Did you hear what I just said?”I shook my head, I was still shaken by what had just happened. I knew it was coming. In the past month since King Guerrero assigned me to be his doctor, I knew this moment would come just…not this soon. My heart ached. Strangely, I had grown fond of the old man, considering him a friend. He had so many experiences, he's lived so many lives and he didn't hesitate to share the details with me…the first person from their world who treated me as I wanted to be treated. And now… “Dr Ti
AMELIAOnce the clock struck ten pm, I knew it was going to be the worst night of my life. Amelia Grayson, EXPELLED. I read the email with tightly clenched fists, unable to stop the anger that spread through my chest. I spent two whole years working on my application, getting a fucking scholarship into the most prestigious university in the country and yet, I had just been expelled. The reasons? Nudity, leaving the hostel past curfew, stealing, bullying, and abusing fellow students both physically and verbally. “You got to be fucking kidding me,” I let out a shaky sigh, unable to contain my anger. The list went on and it had only one person’s name written on it. Bertha. My step-sister. My father’s illegitimate turned legitimate child and of course the family's golden child. I grabbed my phone from the table, still with the email open as I left my bedroom and stomped downstairs with a dark expression. Everything else, she could take away, everything else, she could steal fr
ROMANI knew it was going to be the worst evening in a while once the clock struck ten pm. My alarm rang and I blinked myself back to reality, the realization dawning on me that I’d worked overtime, again. Unintended but then again, a part of me just like every other day, dreading going back home. There was nothing to look forward to, just Amelia, my empty, bore of a wife who trapped me in a marriage just as empty as she is. In the three years since we've been married, it has taken great heights of my self-control not to break the promise I made to my grandfather. To stay settled with the daughter of his god-daughter, to have an heir for the Wellington empire before I am thirty-five. That’s in four fucking years, and quite frankly I have no interest in keeping that promise. The first and last time I kissed that woman still haunted me, the sheer disgust and hatred I have for her forbids me from ever doing it again! I paged my assistant and grabbed the divorce papers my lawyer had