Chapter 59 Chapter 59
ALINA’S POV
“Bastard.”
Bastard. Bastard, Bastard!
You’re a bastard, Roman Ward. BASTARD!!
“Wish I can say it outloud.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes for the one billionth time. Shutting the door behind me, the lock clicking and lights coming on in our supposed ‘shared’ suite.
“Good enough,” he commented, moving around for a bit. Like he’d been here before, done this a couple of times too.
Some perverted bastard he was I’m sure.
He wouldn’t be getting anything from me. Not even in my sleep.
“So,” I stepped in, confident. Doing nothing like my internal self wanted. Run. “This is a shared suite, there’s obviously one bed, one shower, one closet which I will not be needing clearly. I can also see a very reasonable couch over there.”
I pointed. Gesturing to the soft looking thing.
“That’s pretty good for a night. I’ll-
“Take the couch, I hope?”
I paused. Blinked, “What?”
“You’ll take the couch and I, the bed. Right?” he repeated, staring at me. Already taking off his cufflink and setting on the bedside table with all authority.
“Well, I guess…” I started to say, understanding the reasoning but-
“I don’t like noise, snoring or moving around while I sleep, you should that. That means limit your movements from the couch area down to the bed or bathroom area.”
Huh?
I looked as he illustrated. Noting the couch was in fact in direct view range with the bed, and in the pathway leading to the bathroom area. Meaning if I was to head to the bathroom, I would surely walk past the left side of the bed. A position arranged to ease movement I’m sure, but now.
Now it wasn’t looking so good, but more importantly,
“How come I have to take the couch?” I asked, staring at him. Pausing his arrogant movements just now.
“Excuse me?” he said, and I repeated.
“How come I have to take the couch and not you? It’s clearly comfortable, good for your size, away from the bed where I could possibly disturb you with my noise and snoring. I don’t mind any noise, I don’t care if you use the bathroom either, and above all, I don’t mind you taking the couch. You can have it.”
“Eh?” he stared at me, eyebrows twitched funnily. Amused. “I never said I wanted the couch. You can have it, there are no negotiations here.”
“Negotiations? Of course not.” I agreed seriously, “This is a shared room. Meaning you and me share, how can there be negotiations?”
“What? What are you-
“In fact,” I cut him off, moving. Stepping towards the bed, “Here’s a good a pillow, I’ll give you 2. One for your neck, another to cuddle. A blanket of safety too for…you know.”
I threw the stuff towards the couch. The pillows bouncing off , making me walk over to them. “Steady, will you?”
I set the pillows up on the couch, the blanket too. Arranging in a manner anyone would lay on, facing him back again. Only to see his eyes on me, shirt uncuffed, features heavily amused. A smile on his face even.
“Just what are you doing right now, Consultant?”
“Well sir,” I cleared my throat, laying emphasis on that ‘sir’. “I am simply setting up your place for the night. Have a good rest. Sir.”
With that I walked over to the bed, setting my stuff down on it with immediate effect. My bag and laptop. Not like I’d much anyways.
“I’ll take the shower first?” I proposed, looking at him. “I mean, since you’re still staring at you’re wonderful stop for the night. You can continue to do so while I-
“Hold on there,” he cut me off, moving now. “You really are something you little…
“Little?” my face squeezed, eyes following him. “Who you calling little? Little what?”
He didn’t respond. Just headed over to the couch, grabbed the pillows and blanket I’d arranged, turning back to face me. A stare, and then he headed over to the bed as well. The other side, all the while holding my stare. Defiant.
Next thing after that he dropped the pillows back on the bed, the blanket too. “I am not staying on the couch, consultant. I am not leaving this bed.”
“Well I am not staying on the couch either if you have a problem staying on it.” I retorted, sharp. “I’m not going to be subjected to your stupid rules, and I very much have rights to this bed.”
“That settles it then.” he said, shrugging.
I scowled, nose scrunched in annoyance. “That settles what?”
“where we sleep. We’ll both stay on the bed.”
Huh?
“You don’t want to leave, I’m not leaving either. So we both stay on. Simple.”
He dressed out the blanket then. Not doing so much as paying me any mind as I watched him finish with that and started undoing his buttons, my eyes going wide.
Then he added, “Since you’re so preoccupied with your…resting place. I’ll go take a shower then.”
Huh.
Using my words now, huh?
He smirked, heading over to the bathroom. My scowl following him, one word on my lips.
“Bastard.”
He really was a bastard, there was no changing that. How could he possibly want to share a bed? A bed. Especially when there was a perfectly good couch right over there. A normal man would take the hint. Let the lady have some privacy, but him, no.
“How did I even end up in this mess?” I looked around, unimpressed. Severely displeased but right then I heard the shower running.
He was showering.
Showering so peacefully. Like this was normal, this was not normal. Not for me. It was like I was moving from one problem to another.
And where was Jordan anyways?? Wasn’t he supposed to be on this trip with his dear boss? They could share a room together and leave me out of it.
“No use complaining now, is there?” I sighed, dejected. “Best this weekend just come to an end already. Just come to an end, and set me free.”
I went on to sit on the bed a little. Using that time to just take in the silence and also think of what I was supposed to wear.
I didn’t come with any clothes. Not even a change of panties, and if I wore my dress to sleep tonight, which would be highly uncomfortable, what would I wear tomorrow? Cause we were evidently not going over to the suppliers tonight.
“Argh…such a mess.” I groaned, placing the pillow over my face. “Such a mess, Alina. You’ve gotten yourself into a mess.”
“You’re just realizing that?”
My eyes opened. Pillow coming off and head turning to the direction of the voice. Him.
He’d stepped out of the shower, all clean and in comfortable looking clothes. Hair scattered and wet with a towel ready to damp it all. But that didn’t stop his mouth.
“You must realize what a mess it is to hatch stupid emergency plans. ‘Family emergency’ plans.”
Ughh.
“I’ve had it with you,” I sat up, “What if I did have an emergency? A family emergency. I have family you know. They could have an emergency.”
He scoffed, “Yeah right.”
“Yeah right, what. I do have a family. I have a family, one that needs me. They need me, Roman. What if they really needed me earlier today? Then what. What would you do then?”
He turned to me, sighing. Like I was wasting his breath with this conversation. “I’ll do nothing.” he said, shrugging. “I’ll do nothing to a person that her family really needs her. Not you.”
“What?”
“You keep mentioning family.” he added, coming to bed. “It’s almost like you’re trying to believe it yourself. To convince yourself, that have one. Family. Do you not really have a family, Alina? You don’t have one?”
“W-what?” I blinked, stunned. But even that single word came out weak. I was speechless.
Do I not have a family…
Do I?
Between the mess going on in my life, my drunken ass mother and my nowhere to be found father…did I really have a family? One that I could rely on in an emergency?
I had none.
I didn’t have a family.
“Wow, you’ve gone silent.” I looked up. To him. An amused smile on his lips as he settled on his side of the bed. “There’s a set of clothing in the bathroom. Wear those for the night, tomorrow you’ll have other stuff to choose from.”
I nodded. Little. Just quietly rising from my position, taking off my heels and heading slowly to the bathroom. No more words left to speak.
“It’s rare to see you without a comeback,” his words paused me, I turned. Seeing his iPad out, his eyes on it.
“You’re not planning to report me to your family, are you?” he added, smirking. “I wouldn’t want to attacked. Like last time. A simple parent greeting turning into a lecture hour. Calling me bad influence and whatnot.”
Huh.
Jokes.
“What a joke.” I muttered, feeling the irony. Back then and right now. The difference was clear.
But don’t you worry Mr ward…you were spot on. You wouldn’t get attacked.
I didn’t have a family.
Didn’t have a mom to lecture you to stay away.
Not anymore.
And with that, I went into the bathroom. Shutting the door and all the memories that came with that little conversation.