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I wish I could say the night went on without a hutch, but quite frankly I had underestimated Victoria's severe dislike for me. After speaking with the golden couple, Roman and I became separated and I was surprised to find that I preferred staying by his side all night than with anyone else. He and Mr. Martinez had a few more things to close off on and seeing him go into business mode like that showed we would be staying longer than I wished. Victoria told me to come with her, that she had a few people she wanted me to meet. Politely declining was out of the question, Roman had walked away and so did Yaakov…I couldn't say no to ‘my beloved’ mother-in-law in front of Mrs. Martinez's scrutiny. So I agreed with a smile and we began to walk. There was a group of posh looking middle aged women that stood at the far corner, seemingly in their own worlds. They were four in number and unfortunately, Monica was one of them. When she noticed we were coming their way, she imm
My back was covered in cold sweat as I tried to remember how to breathe, my heart was pounding hard against my ribs and I'd almost choked from the lack of oxygen. The man didn't move, I couldn't speak. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew I was insanely terrified by what was happening, I knew I was being robbed and any small movement would get me killed. I also knew that this wasn't the first time I'd experienced something like this. It was like a knife at the back of my skull, reminding me, making my head throb so much that I'd almost bent over and heaved. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. My whole body trembled as my mind became bombarded with images of me being tied to a chair, my wrists bound so tightly that my skin had begun to bleed and seep into the thick tops, my throat was raw from screaming and my ankles hurt like hell. And in that moment, I remember thinking…no one will find me, no one will come to save me, this is where I'll die. “Please…”
“You fucking bastard!” Roman's hands left my shoulder and he fell to the floor with a heavy sound. The drunk robber tackling him and immediately pointing the gleaming blade at Roman's neck. “You wanna die? Huh?” I shook my head, my tongue heavy. Fear consumed me when I saw Roman in that position, he came here to help and now he was going to die. Just as I made the decision to stand and distract the robber, Roman's eyes darkened with anger and a dangerous glint that I've ever seen in them. His eyes remained fixated on the drunk man, looking like he didn't give a shit if there was a blade pointed at his neck. Instead, he grabbed the blade, with his bare hand, gripping it tightly and making me gasp in both fear and astonishment. “Roman!” I gasped out, reaching out for him but stopping the second he brought up his knee and buried it in the robber's stomach. Roman stood to his full height, not giving the man time to recover as he grabbed a fistful of the man's hair and
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Bertha seethed the second the door closed behind her and everyone else left the room. I rolled my eyes and silently wished Roman hadn't left with everyone else, he was a much better companion than Bertha. Everyone had rushed over, no doubt Bertha had informed everyone because when she came in, her eyes were teary and her face swollen. Just how much did she need to cry? I observed the woman's face, her nose was still red but she still looked like an incomparable beauty. It annoyed me how she looked cute eben while crying while I looked like I'd been run over a few times after just one robbery. Victoria didn't last three minutes in the hospital room before leaving without a word and for some reason, she brought Tatyana with her. Which was what upset Roman so he left, again almost ignoring Bertha's crying…he looked uncomfortable. My guess was the man felt uncomfortable around people who cried, I understood immediately because I
“I don't know much of the details, but all I know is that you got hospitalized and when you woke up, well…” Jessica gestures at my body like I was supposed to understand what she meant. My brows furrowed deeply, I was still reeling from what she'd said. I risked my life to save Bertha? Again? For the nth time since I woke up with amnesia. That doesn't sound like something I would do. Ever. “You became you,” Jessica explained, still making weird gestures with her hands. I still have her a confused look and she looked rather exasperated. “Not current you,” She pointed out, “The you before this you,” She said, her hands finally falling to her sides as she sighed. “Do you understand?” She asked, looking like my confused expression was getting her frustrated. I cleared my throat, “I think I get the idea,” I nodded, “The meek person everyone expects me to be, I became like that after this mysterious attack?” Jessica nods. “And how long have we been friends?”
I was discharged the next morning after being given a few pain killers and had to undergo another CT scan just to he sure there were no anomalies in my brain and it was recovering from the trauma just fine. Roman arrived the next morning with a change of clothes for me, back to his cold self and even seemed to be in a worse mood. I thanked him for the clothes and changed. It was a loose red shirt and some black shorts, he didn't bring a bra or underwear. My cheeks heated up as i thought about him going through them before eventually deciding against it. I took a bath, grateful the hospital room was en suite. Very expensive as well. When I saw the bill for just one night I'd almost panicked. The health system is fucked, and I need to trying my best to stay well. Watching Roman pay the bills left me feeling indebted to him, and I knew I would have to pay or my mind wouldn't be at peace. Roman didn't say a word to me, but he didn't help me gather the rest of my
ROMANHer mouth… Her fucking lips were like ambrosia. The deeper I went in the more I wanted them. It was so soft, so warm and she fit perfectly against me. She tasted of lemons and fuck it was an addictive taste. Her tongue slithered against mine, not backing down, kissing me with as much fervor as I kissed her. I felt her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me lower to her height, my chest pressed against hers and I could feel her pebbled nipples poke through her shirt. She shuddered, releasing a small sound into our kiss and melting deeper into my arms. I didn't realize I was holding her waist, I didn't realize just how tightly I held her to me. Her teeth grazed my bottom lip and I felt my dick jump in my pants and– damn it! What are you doing, Roman?! My mind was clear, yelling at me, telling me to pull away but my body? My body wanted Amelia so damn much! My fingers explored her curves and then reached up to her hair, enjoying the little sounds she made when I ni
AMELIAWhat the fuck just happened? I put my palm to my palm to my chest, feeling how my heart pounded like I'd just run a marathon. I watched the door close shut and the scent of food filled the air. Yet, it barely registered as I was more focused on getting my lungs to work properly as well as my brain. My lips were tingling, a clear sign that the kiss was not just from my imagination. It was real, it happened and I…liked it? Did I? Fuck yeah you did! And you wanted more! “This can't be happening,” I shook my head, “I don't…like Roman,” I mumbled, I probably looked like a mad woman talking to herself as I paced the room and ran my fingers through my hair, making it even more disheveled. “I don't!” I voiced out, “It's…maybe it's something else?” Still, I could feel my heart racing and the ghost of feelings I couldn't remember. How did it happen? How did I fall in love with him in the past? And again, what the fuck just happened? Why did he taste so good? Why did m