Chapter 95 Chapter 95 Prom
We walk into the clubhouse, oversized double french doors. We have a small class so our prom is at Trent Golf Course on the west side of town. I hand our tickets to Coach Jones, he is working the door. There is a photographer taking everyone's pictures, we stand in line for a few minutes and take a few cheesy pictures. Christian is the only one inside with us. The rest of the security detail is outside with the cars.
The place is set up with tables around a dance floor. Black walls with gold crown molding, the fabric of the chairs and a few loveseats around the room is dark forest green. Carpet is black and I am glad it's carpeted, makes it easier to walk with heels. I am not wearing my usual six inch but it's still a strain on my knee. The guys grab us some sparkling apple juice and meet us at one of the tables. The dance floor is full, music is bumping, you can feel the vibration in the floor.
I look over at my handsome date as I sip my sparkling drink. He is so damn beautiful, he notices me staring. His hand moves to brush my cheekbone. My mind however goes straight to a certain cerulean eyed bodyguard. He left, gone to somewhere I can't follow, my heart breaks once more. It's not like he could have been my date, when I bought my prom tickets, we were notified, dates not from our school can't be over eighteen years old. Roman is a great date, he is sweet and attentive, he is fun.
"Would you like to dance, Princess?" I can't help but smile at him, his hand extended toward me. I take it and he leads me to the dancefloor.
We stand off to the side, not trying to get in the middle. Roman is not comfortable around too many guys, especially if they are in close proximity. I could never take him to a night like I had the other night. He could never be part of my twisted orgies. Taylor knows to walk around the apartment fully dressed, not that he walks around like Ivan and Dimitri but still. I need to make sure Roman is not triggered by anything or anyone.
"Roman? You had too much ballroom dancing, relax!" his hand is high on my back, he holds my other hand out.
I put my arms up over his shoulders, he smiles and drops both hands on my lower back.
"Lower!" I demand.
"Yes, Eris!!!"
"What did you call me?"
"Eris, the Goddess of chaos!!!" he giggles like a little boy. "It fits you so well, you should change your name to that!!!"
"Durr, sorry! They don't teach much Greek Mythology here and I am rusty. It does sound like a good idea!" I wink at him. "You know what that should be my new code name. And you....Aphrodite, that's who you should be!!!" I get all giddy.
The song changes to something you want to grind to. He turns me around, his arms wrapped around me.
"Why?"
"Are you serious, she is the most beautiful out of them all. I mean you could go with Venus and Freya but I think we should stick to Greek!"
He chuckles while kissing my bare shoulder. I try to shake my ass on him but he can't feel it, there are too many layers to this dress. There are dim string lights above us, the place looks enchanting. Most kids on the dance floor are sneaking sips from flasks, we have a long night ahead of us, no drinking. Roman and I sway softly like we are in our little world, not even paying attention to what music is playing.
Roman feels like home, his kisses trail from my shoulder to my neck.
"Tell me the plan one more time!" his whispers sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine. He smiles against my skin when he notices all the goosebumps.
"We are taking pictures on the strip. Downtown!" I specify. "The the tattoo shop is right next to a chapel, we will take a picture in front, vantage point will show the wedding chapel only. Then I am getting some piercings." I laugh.
"My publicist will leak those photos to the press!" he pauses. "Maybe I should get a tattoo?"
Roman spins me around his arms tilting my chin up to look at him.
"You know, we could actually do it!" the words roll out of his mouth smoothly. He studies my face closely and frowns. "There is someone else, a real someone else not like all the other guys you hook up with."
I try to look away. I should just marry him, why the hell not? We know each other, we have chemistry, we love one another...I continue to list the reasons why Roman and I can just do it. Dimitri pops in my head, god damn him, he has me so fucked up.
"Who is it???" irritation drips in his voice.
"Dimitri!" I whisper, I haven't said his name out loud and it still stings.
"Fucking Pavlov!!! Where is he? How come you have a new guy?" the anger has melted, he sounds concerned.
"I guess he got promoted, they call him The General. He left right after Spring Break." I gulp. "I asked him to marry me in Mexico!"
Roman pushes me away yet still holding me with a tight grip. His eyes grow wide, something strange swirls in the dark green.
"The General??? That's the exact word they used, are you sure?" his grip tightens.
"That's all you got out of what I said...not the marry me part??? Yes, that is what Taylor called him, Illia's right hand."
"I had Christian dig some stuff up. After I saw how you were looking at Dimitri and Ivan...." he shakes his head. "You shouldn't see either of them, they are bad news. Did either of them have vertical scars on their bodies?" he rubs his finger up and down my arm to show me.
"Dimitri has those under the lion tattoo on his chest!"
"How many Elena???" Roman's gaze on me intensifies, he is making me nervous.
"I don't know Roman, I did not count while we were.....a lot ok!"
He covers his mouth with his hand and mumbles something. I put my hand over his and move it away.
"Those are confirmed hits. Do you understand what I am saying to you?" his hands cup my face. "He is a fucking killer!" he whispers his face an inch away from mine.
My mind goes into overdrive, I knew who he is. It's no secret what kind of organization his father runs, my mind keeps going so fast. Roman shakes me gently to bring me back.
"Dimitri is one of his top guys. The General spot, those guys, they don't have families or kids, they are not allowed. All the guys in his army get vasectomies."
I just shake my head at him. "He loves me!" I try to convince myself too but now I am not sure.