Chapter 101 Red.
CHAPTER 101
Red.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
“Hey, baby,” Roman walks in hours later.
I’m already half asleep, jet-lagged from the flight and weighed down by that stupid article.
“I’m sorry. The meeting ran late, but we’re done now.” He apologises, massaging my legs.
I sit up and stifle a yawn, “It’s okay. I’m okay. Should we go home?”
“Home is almost two hours away. I can make the drive if you want.” He runs his hand up, and goosebumps break over my skin. He drives me insane with his touch, and we’re still in the no-sex phase, so I pull away from him carefully.
“A two-hour drive sounds boring. I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. Can’t we hole up here and do nothing? We can order ice cream and watch a movie. Your suite has everything.” I look around at the luxury all over, the large TV, PlayStation, everything. Money makes the world easier.
“I’d planned to whisk you away on a fancy date to one of my restaurants nearby.” He admits, cheeks flushed.
I smile and wrap my arms around him. I sit sideways on his lap, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck. He’s exhausted. A drive or a date isn’t the answer right now. A simple evening where we fall asleep holding each other sounds perfect.
I thread my fingers through his thick curls and hold him tight.
“Why don’t you get undressed and get in the shower while I order Ice cream and a large bowl of chicken wings?” I suggest.
He looks at me and negotiates, ever the businessman. “Why don’t we take a bath together, then take a walk and get what we need to?”
My heart skips a beat, and my body reacts immediately. Need is a constant thing with us. Our sexual chemistry has never been in doubt. He knows it too, which is the point of all this. We’re sexually compatible, but are we emotionally compatible? It’s easy to hide with our bodies.
“Maybe another time?” I whisper, my cheeks burning, and I get off him.
He watches me with a tortured look on his face. His pupils dilate, and he bites his lips hungrily. My pulse throbs loudly, and blood rushes through me. My boobs feel heavy, and it will feel so good to indulge, but we must stay strong.
“I’ll bath first.” I decide, and practically run away to the bathroom.
Of course, it’s grand.
I strip down and carefully step into the shower. I turn the water to warm, and groan as it streams down my body. Unable to hold back on the hunger, I cup my boobs and thread my nipples between my fingers. I bite my lip to avoid making a sound, but it all goes to waste when I slide two fingers into me. My knees buckle and my whole body trembles.
I press down on my clit and shatter immediately, cumming hard all over my hands.
I gasp, his falling from my lips in pants, “Roman, roman, roman.”
I pretend to be sated, and quickly rinse away the evidence from my body. I return to the room with the towel tight around my body. He’s where I left him, but he knows.
His gaze darkens as he looks at me, and I can see him already planning to throw everything away and indulge, but this is important to me.
“You should bathe.” I remind him, and he nods.
He walks past me, and I finally breathe.
Remembering Elena’s words about taste and a gorgeous smile, I decide on sleek jeans and a white tank top. It’s chic. Audaciously, I surf Roman’s wardrobe and pull out something that complements my dressing. We’ll be a stunning pair, making a statement without even trying.
He smiles when he sees me holding his clothes.
“Playing wife already.” He teases, and my cheeks burn.
He takes the clothes from me and kisses my cheek softly, “Thank you, baby.”
I nod and settle back into the bed. My eyes widen when he drops the towel, giving me a view of his sculpted backside. I look away immediately. What the fuck.
“We’re being modest, are we?” He chuckles, turning to me as he fixes his trousers.
“Just … protecting your dignity.” I try to keep a straight face, but can’t help but giggle.
“Careful now, or I’ll spank you, but I’m sure you’ll like it.” He murmurs, and I look at his mouth as the words form, absolutely smitten. Isn’t it ridiculous to see that I have a massive crush on him?
My heart skips and jumps.
I get off the bed and put on my shoes. He helps me tie the lace, and I smooth my hand over his chest, lingering on his neck, unable to hold back my need for him.
I lean forward and press my lips to his.
He groans and grabs my waist hard. He presses his mouth to my neck, grazing his tongue over the curve, then my cleavage. He sucks on it hard, and I gasp, holding him closer, “Roman,”
He pulls away but doesn’t stop holding me. His nostrils flare, and his eyes are wide. He turns me around and holds me against his hard-on.
“Can you feel what you do to me, Red? Can you feel it? Feel how much you break me down to pieces.” He bites my shoulder lightly, and I moan.
“I heard you in the bathroom, touching yourself, and I almost threw everything away, but the waiting is the best part, don’t you think? No more touching yourself. If you do that. I will know, then fuck you but not make you cum.” He warns, threatening.
I turn to him, surprised.
“I’m serious, baby. Now, let’s go on our ice-cream date.” He links our hands and pulls me away.
It’s hard to walk with a slick and dripping cunt, but I do so anyway. I won’t touch myself anymore. I want him to touch me. He is the only one who can give me what I want.
We get in the elevator, and I pull out my phone.
He’s still holding me possessively, and I love it. I also love when he called me Red.
I lean into him and whisper, “Call me Red, again.”
He chuckles, but does as I ask. He places his hand on my cleavage and buries his face in my hair, posing for the picture. I’m flushed, red as a tomato, but I take the picture either way.
We may have our secrets, but this is real. We are real, and that will do for now.