Chapter 23 A noose.
CHAPTER 23
A noose.
ROMAN – POINT OF VIEW
I wonder if she will wear it.
We return home, and I lock myself in the office. The pictures she posted have almost a million views. Closing the comment section is a smart move. Her face isn’t showing in any of the pictures, it is also very smart.
A lot of media houses have published news about us with various headlines reading – Who is the mystery woman that stole Sterling’s heart? A ruse by Sterling? Has the cold stone heart finally melted?
It fills me with a sense of satisfaction to see that they are eating it up. Scarlett is very beautiful, but there’s awkwardness between us. If we are to sell this thing to everyone, we need to do it better. We need to get close, we need to get comfortable with our touches. It kills me to come to this conclusion, but there’s no other way.
Since I have fail to do any work, I close my laptop and walk out of my office.
I walk down the hall and knock on her door.
“Come in!” She calls from within, so I open the door and walk in.
I expect to find her bedroom in a mess, but to my surprise, everything we bought has been arranged properly. The dresses are in her closet, the bags and the shoes too. Except for some of the underwear. I seem to have caught her trying it on.
Fuck my life.
She is wearing the polka dots two-piece. The shorts are very skimpy, and the sleeveless top barely covers her flat stomach.
“Roman,” She rasps when she sees me.
“You were expecting Eve,” I say.
She nods, “Yeah, what … what’s going on? Do you need something?”
Here goes nothing.
“There’s so much tension between us, so much awkwardness, and we need to work through it. In a couple of days, we’ll attend that event, and there will be no room for failure. Everyone will be watching us, watching you. There are vultures, and we need to win,” I articulate, my voice charged.
“What do you suggest we do?” She slumps her shoulders.
“You may not like this, but we need to get physical.” I blurt.
“What?” She glares at me, arms folded.
“Physical, Scarlett. I am going to touch you, and you’ll touch me. We shouldn’t flinch at a display of affection.” I explain, but she doesn’t look assured, so I suggest, “What if we dance? A slow dance?”
She sighs and shrugs, “Alright.”
I swallow dryly and play Perfect from my phone. I look around her room. It looks alive. The green doesn’t make it gloomy; it feels like a garden, so beautiful with the flowers and lights. She can have a future in interior design. It is a harsh contrast to my dark bedroom.
The song begins, flowing out of the phone and filling the room.
Relationships have always been the bane of my existence, and yet, I bind myself to her.
I exhale and offer my hands. She looks at me and places her small hands in mine.
Carefully, I close the distance between us by wrapping my arms around her slender waist. Her stunning body is flushed against mine. I can feel her heartbeat, beating in sync with mine. The song shuffles to If I ain’t got you, and we are still stalling.
She exhales deeply and drapes her hand over her shoulder.
The song crescendos, and we move slowly, but surely.
I hold her firmly against my chest as we move. I am touching her bare bag, and the hunger in me is stifling. I lean down and bury my face in her hair, inhaling her vanilla scent. It goes straight to my head. It gets worse when she moves her hand slowly, her fingers thread through my hair, and I lean into her warmth.
We stand there and sway slightly.
My chest expands and caves in all at once.
The need I feel for her is a noose around my neck that tightens with every inhale. I want her. I desperately want her. I want to sink my teeth into her shoulder. I want to run my tongue over her neck. I want to kiss every curve and dip of her body. I want to sink between her legs and worship her hot cunt. I want her to come all over my face, then my cock, over and over and over. I want to taste her every day. I want her like animals want each other, feral.
I run my fingers through her thick hair slowly.
She tilts her chin up, and the desire I find in her eyes mirrors mine.
I want a taste. Just a taste. Fuck. I want everything. I want to devour her.
She spreads her hand over my pounding chest.
Blood rushes to my head and dick. Hunger pounds in me.
I lean down, and she moans before I even touch her.
Her hand drops to the nape of my neck. She is standing on her knees, desperate for me.
Our desire collides, and I press my lips to hers.
Thunder goes down my spine, and I hold her tighter. Her breast is flush against my chest as I slide my tongue into her mouth. She meets me halfway, desperately. Our teeth clash together, but we don’t stop. The hunger settles in my spine as I take what is mine.
My hand fondles her ass in those devilish shorts as I make love to her mouth. Her fingers tighten and almost drag out my hair. The pain sends a shiver down my stiff cock.
She nips my bottom lip hard and clutches at my clothes.
I pull my mouth away from hers and press it on her neck.
She throws her head back in overwhelming pleasure, and my name spills from her mouth, “Roman, oh, Roman, yes.”
My grip on her ass tightens, and I suck on her neck hard enough to leave a hickey. I reach for her hard nipple and –
The door opens suddenly, and we tear away from each other as if we are on fire.
I glance at her, panting. Her hard nipple is pressing against the top. Her hair is a mess, and her lips are swollen. I did that.
Eve is shocked as she looks at us.
I don’t say anything. I just walk out, go into my bedroom, lock the door and get on the bed.
I pull out my swollen cock and press my thumb on the glistening tip.
I groan deeply, and my chest expands with pleasure. I close my eyes, and I run my hand over it in a rhythm. All I see is her. All I smell is her. It doesn’t take me long to cum violently.
I pant hard, sweating profusely, my whole body vibrating as I cum to the thoughts of her.
I am doomed.