Chapter 63 63
Maisie's Pov
Roman pulled into the mansion’s private garage and parked in his reserved spot near the back entrance.
We said nothing to each other. Partly, because I was playing too hard to get and because he let me.
Apart from being the most matured person I’d ever met, Roman was a man of little words. I reckoned he only spoke more around those he loved — me.
We didn’t speak again as we passed through the entrance and into the lobby.
Our steps fell into perfect sync against the marble floors and we still didn't utter a word. Well, I didn't. Roman was probably waiting for me to speak first.
I didn't realize I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings and nearly tripped on the stairs but Roman’s powerful arm wrapped around me like a security blanket, pulling me away from hurt.
I wasn’t sure whether I owed my slight breathlessness to the cold lingering in my lungs or the full impact of standing so close to him.
His gaze held mine, and little crackles of electricity danced over my skin.
“Maisie.”
The air in my lungs turned scarce. “Yeah?”
There was a beat of silence, thick with heat and unsaid words.
Then we were inside our suite, and his mouth was on mine while my hands tugged at his shirt, trying to free it from his waistband. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. The kiss was hungry and frantic and intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I finally freed his shirt. Roman helped me slide it off his shoulders without breaking the kiss. He tugged my top and bottoms off, and then we were somehow in the bedroom, our breaths heavy with want. My back hit the bed while he removed the rest of his clothing.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, only panties, and a heavy pulse bloomed in my core as I watched him take off his belt and pants.
The shoulders, the abs, those thighs. I firmly believed that footballers had the best thighs on the planet, and Roman proved me absolutely right. I drank him in, my eyes tracing over every sculpted ridge and shadowed curve of his body.
“You’re so hot.” I don't know when those words left my lips but I knew I said them.
“The person who loves me has good taste.” He stripped his boxers off. “And I like to have part of her with me. Always.”
My mouth dried, both at his words and at the sight of his arousal. My core pulsed again, and I let out a small whimper of anticipation when he climbed onto the bed.
His arms bracketed my body, caging me in as he lowered his head toward mine.
The next morning, something smelled delicious, like spice and heat. I wanted to wrap it around me like a blanket.
I snuggled closer to the source, enjoying the strong, solid warmth beneath my cheek. I didn’t want to wake up.
I allowed myself one more minute of coziness before I opened my eyes and yawned.
My eyes latched onto the broad expanse of bare skin beneath me and I looked up, up straight into a pair of familiar gray eyes. Eyes that stared back at me with a familiar softness.
“Good morning, darling.” Roman leaned in to kiss my cheek.
“Morning.” I greeted back shyly. This wasn't the first nor the second time we went spending time together yet I was always shy around him.
Roman rolled out of bed, lithe and graceful as a panther. Sunlight streamed through the windows and illuminated his sculpted frame, casting his perfectly carved chest and abs in a pale glow.
“You’re turning red. Feeling okay?” he asked as he made his way to the en suite. He was naked.
I forced my gaze away. “Um… yeah. I'm fine.”
I pressed a hand to my forehead. Damn, he's hot.
Roman peeked from behind the glass door. “Wanna join me?”
“I thought you'd never ask.” I grinned.
After we had breakfast in our suite, Roman was off to a meeting with Clyde while I was occupied with Xavier.
Xavier's legal team arrived at the office before noon.
They weren't here to negotiate nor delay. They were here to transfer everything — shares, assets, patents, properties, everything.
Earlier this morning, I felt a bit reluctant to leave for his office thinking he wouldn't go through with this but here he was, transferring all his assets in my name.
His lawyer, Jennie, skimmed the documents once, then again, disbelief flickering across her face. “This is excessive.”
Xavier sat stiffly across from him. “It is necessary.”
My hand rested lightly on his knee and he smiled, not taking his eyes off me.
“It is very necessary.” he nodded like a man reciting scripture.
“You're gutting your company for a promise that can't be legally fulfilled.” One of the lawyers mumbled.
Xavier's eyes snapped to him. “You're fired! Security, get this filth out of here!”
In the blink of an eye, a group of hefty men in black suits grabbed the man and tossed him out of the office like a ragdoll.
“Anyone else want to raise their opinion?!” Xavier barked at the room.
No one dared say a word.
“Good.” He smiled then reached for my hand. “Carry on.”
The entire procedure flew past in a blur and by the time the last signature was placed, it was done. Dominion Industries was mine.
I couldn't contain my excitement. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to Xavier's cheek. He looked like he'd just won the world but I knew better.
“Does that mean you'll accept me?” Xavier asked in a tone that resembled a school boy's.
“Yes, I do.” I pressed my forehead to his. “I accept you, Xavier.”
“Yes!” He clasped his arms around my waist and hoisted me off my feet. “Thank you, Chloe!”
When he set me down on my feet, he kissed my cheek repeatedly and didn't let go of my hand.
On our way to lunch, we met Roman.
His eyes dropped to our interlinked hands but he said nothing.
“Cancel the rest of my schedule. And if anyone asks, I'm on a date.” Xavier called over his shoulder as we walked past him.
“Yes, Alpha.” He bowed his head and didn't lift it until we had left the hall.