Chapter 131 Mystery Lover.
CHAPTER 131
Mystery lover.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
We get in the car, and I lean forward, “Roman’s office, please. I’m so late.”
The driver nods and floors it. Rick is beside him.
“How did I miss three calls from him? I’m an hour later.” I whisper, cheeks burning.
“I noticed, but I didn’t want to cut your conversation short with Carmichael. There’s something about him that I don’t quite like.” She tells me, frowning deeply.
“He’s different now.” I agree, remembering his attitudes and behaviours.
“He said something about my parents, about the fire, but how could he have known? He has never been to Mexico. I kept my lives apart. I was Elena Rossi in Oxford, and Rosalina at home. How could he have known?” I whisper, mulling over the words.
“I think our question should be how long he has known, and what else he knows?” Addie points out, ruminating.
“There’s no way he’s working for Emiliano, right? He cannot be working for Emiliano.” I scoff because the idea is incredulous and far-fetched.
“But he knew you. He knew you as Rosalina Diaz. He knew you as Elena Rossi, and now, he knows you as Scarlett Brooks. Percy has known every version of you, every lie you’ve ever told, and do not be fooled by nostalgia because he is here to cause chaos. He either wants to blackmail you to leave Roman, or worse. The best-case scenario is trying to get you to abandon your husband. The worst-case scenario is working for Emiliano.” Her tone burns, low and dangerous.
“And that’s not possible.” I shake my head, “It cannot be possible.”
“Fingers crossed.”
The car stops in front of the building, and we get out of the car.
We walk past the lobby and get in the elevator.
Rick tries to join us, but Addie stops him, “We are fine from here. Coordinate with the rest of the team, and prepare the cars.”
He looks at me for permission, which is funny. Addie is the Queen of the La Cosa Nostra. Whatever she says, goes, and I trust her more than anyone.
The elevator door closes, and the last thing I see is him reaching for his phone.
Odd.
“I also think that the fire is not coincidental,” I whisper, arms folded.
“It’s not. Emiliano killed your parents, my father and my husband’s father with fire, so it’s a signature move for him, a way to remove evidence and ensure people stay dead.” She nods, reminding me.
“We are not the only ones that have been affected by Emiliano’s fire,” I say slowly. “Roman told me that his father died in a fire, and his mother barely survived.”
She blinks, stunned, “What?”
“Yes, I know it’s not new information, but it’s worth looking into, right? What are the odds that we are all connected by the same flames? And, I know that the timeline doesn’t match, because Roman's father is ten years ago, mine is almost two years now, and yours is about six months ago, but what if there’s something here? What if the fire is a message, a map, what we have been looking for?” I articulate, heart pounding as I explain.
She nods slowly, “And, Luca told me that his mom has not spoken to him in years, because she hasn’t forgiven him, but that makes no sense. Roman did not kill his father.”
“You think there’s another reason she’s silent? Guilt?” I whisper.
The elevator door opens, and we step out.
“Possibly. Let’s look into it. I’ll play my part, and you play yours.” She murmurs, and we head to Roman’s office.
Luca is there. Roman is behind his desk.
His gaze fixes on me, and my lower belly tightens.
His sleeves are rolled up, and his top buttons are popped. His hair is a mess. The tension in the air is stifling. It seems there are problems at work.
“We should go. Do you want me to send lunch up?” Luca gets up.
“No, we’re leaving soon. Shut the door on your way out.” He speaks coldly.
Luca smiles at me, and Adeline mouths “Good luck,” as they walk away, leaving me in the lion’s den.
The door locks behind them, and we are alone.
He closes his laptop and urges me closer.
I walk to him on shaky legs.
He removes his belt slowly, and my cunt ripples.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now, baby, so hold on to my desk, and give me your ass.” He rasps, and I nod, eagerly doing as he asks.
“Let me know if it’s too much.” He pushes up my dress and slides down my thong.
I’m wet for him already.
I inhale sharply as he shoves a finger in.
“Is this for me?” He kisses my neck, adding another finger.
I nod, “Always.”
“Good girl,” he praises, and aligns his swollen cock with my core.
I gasp as he pushes in slowly, stretching me out. He is supposed to fuck me, but he knows I’m still sore from this morning, so he is taking his time by being slow.
He wraps one hand around my neck and bites down on my neck as he shoves his entire rod in me.
“Scream for me, Scarlett. No one can hear you.” He urges, implying that the office is soundproof.
My mouth falls open in a scream as he squeezes my neck hard, fucking me harder.
I hold on to the desk, pushing back to meet his thrusts, slamming back against him.
He grunts and turns me around.
He sits me on the desk, slaps my inner thigh, and shoves back in.
I moan loudly and wrap my legs around him. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, taking his bites and hard thrusts.
He drags out his orgasm, punishing me, fucking out our frustrations. Then, he pinches my clit, and I shatter all over his cock, screaming his name, “Roman, Roman, oh, fuck.”
His grip on my ass is unforgiving as he comes hard.
Then, he kisses me softly, sweetly, and beautifully.
We are breathless when we pull away.
I try not to groan as he cleans me up in between, wiping away his dripping cum.
We need to go home and do this again.
“One second,” he whispers, and walks to the restroom.
I smile, pleased with myself. Then, my phone beeps. An article.
My stomach drops as my gaze fixes on the headline – Scarlett Brooks and her mystery lover. It’s a picture of Percy and me, taken in a frame that makes it look romantic. Oh God.