“Kevin…” I breathe.
“I’m who you want me to be,” He says softly.
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”
“It’s the only answer I can give you right now, Angel.” He says kissing my nose again.
The elevator stops us on his floor breaking us apart. Kevin drags me to his door.
We walk through a long black and white checkered floor foyer to the dining room and kitchen. Floor to ceiling windows wraps around the apartment. The kitchen has dark cabinets and dark gray granite counter tops.
“Angel, I’ll show you around tomorrow morning. It’s late and I’m tired,” He smiles sheepishly.
Taking my wristlet from me, Kevin tosses it onto the kitchen island as we walk past it. Up ahead I see what looks like the family room with a dark brown leather sofa and two identical arm chairs. There’s a television set right above the fire place. I instantly picture Kevin sitting on the sofa drinking beers and watching sports. My lips curve into a smile at that thought.
Kevin opens the door that is off to the side of the kitchen.
How convenient for his guest.
The room has dark wood floors and decorated with white and tan colors.
“Wow, your guest suite is like a dream,” I tell him.
Kevin arches an eyebrow, “This is my room.”
“Then where is the guest room?”
“It’s not furnished yet.” He says.
“Where will I sleep than?” I ask dreading the answer.
“Here with me,” Kevin starts to unbutton his black dress shirt.
“I don’t think so,” I shake my head and back away slowly.
Kevin pauses on the last button and let out a groan. “I’m not going to argue with you about this, if you don’t want to sleep in here, you are more than welcome to sleep on the couch in the living room.”
“I hate you,” I tell him as I am walking out of the room.
“Why are you making this so difficult,” Kevin follows me out.
“I’m not,” I mumble.
“Then get back in the room, so we can go to sleep,” He snaps.
“No,” I turn to him and cross my arms over my chest.
Kevin rushes over to me and I don’t even have time to react. He has me over his shoulder in record time. Carrying me like a caveman back to the room. His hand moves to caress my bare ass while he bounces me with each of his steps.
“You’re in ass,” I yell at him as he drops me onto the King size bed.
“Do you want to undress yourself or should I help you?” He leans in to grab my dress.
Slapping his arm away, I scoot off the bed. “I can do it myself!”
I walk into his walk-in closet and gasp. It is huge and looks to go on for miles. I scan the clothes that hang along the walls. Hanging to my left are business suits that stretches out to the end of the closet. I give Kevin a quizzical look when he comes in.
“Why do you have so many business suits?”
“Do I have to tell you why?” He moves around me.
“You don’t, but I want to know,” I follow him.
“I use them for business.” He answers short and clip.
“But you’re a college student.” I say.
“Yes, I am.” Kevin walk pass me to the deeper end of the closet, opens a drawer, and pulls out sleeping clothes for me.
“Thanks,” I take the clothes from him.
“Are you done with your questions?” He smirks.
“No,” I say looking at the clothes in my hands.
“Well, I’m done answering…tired.” He walks back to the end of the closet and pulls his t-shirt off of his body. I am frozen in my spot as I watch his back muscles contract as his shirt slides up and off of him.
He’s ripped.
He turns to open the drawer and I catch a glimpse of his six pack and taut chest muscles. Tattoos only on his arms, they run from the top of his arms down to his wrists.
God, does he have to be so insanely beautiful.
He hooks his thumbs into the waist band of his black boxer brief and glides them off his perfectly shaped ass, all the way down to his ankle. He steps out of them and I’m wondering how I missed him taking off his pants.
You were too busy checking out his tattoos, silly.
Kevin turns to face me, naked and all. His lips curve up to the side giving me his devious grin. I move my eyes away from his manhood and try not to drool.
“Are you going to just stand there all night?”
I am caught.
“No,” I mutter walking out of the closet.
I make my way into his bathroom, which was line with white marble, floor to ceiling. The only other color was the black fireplace next to the big bath tub.
I quickly change into the pajamas he’s given me; afraid he was going to walk in on me. Knowing Kevin and his non-awareness of boundaries, he will not think anything was wrong seeing a woman naked without her permission.
I place my dress, panties, bra and stilettos on the armchair in the bedroom, climb onto the bed, not noticing Kevin on his side, prop up on his elbow watching me.
“Oh my God,” I say placing a hand to my chest.
“What?” He asks sounding alarm.
“You scared me,”
“How cute…you’re nervous.” He jokes.
I pull the duvet from the bottom off the bed and try to cover myself, not having much luck with his legs on it.
“Excuse me, can you move,” I give the duvet a force tug.
He lifts his legs to allow me to pull the duvet over me. I turn onto my side away from him. I hear him shifting on the bed and the duvet moving around. I make myself resist the urge to look over to see what he was doing.
Then everything went still, I lay waiting for him to say something to me.
He doesn’t.
I fall asleep a moment later.
I wake up to Kevin wrapped around me. His front is press against my back and his arms are around me. I want to stretch out but I don’t want to wake him up. Nor do I want him to move away from me.
His warm body feels good around mine.
His phone has other plans because it wakes him up by having the loudest obnoxious ringtone on planet earth. I groan along with Kevin as he moves away from me to grab his phone on the nightstand.
“Fuck,” He mutters looking at the caller ID on his phone. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” Kevin drills into the phone when he answers it.
He stays silent listening to the person talk, lying flat on his back and his forearm covering his eyes.
“I’m gonna go get you,” He let out a deep loud sigh.
Kevin clicks the phone off and let it fall out of his hand. He doesn’t say anything for a very long time, before he turns to me.
“I have to go pick up Natalie,” He whispers. “You can stay here until I get back and I will take you home.”
“Don’t worry about me. I can get myself home, I’m pretty sure all the girls are home now and they can let me in the house.” I give him a small smile.
Kevin smiles back, climbs off the bed and walk into the bathroom.
I take the opportunity to change back into my dress. I leave my thong off and shove it between my bra and dress. God, I hope it doesn’t fall out. I fold up Kevin’s pajama and lay it neatly on the chair.
I make my way out of the room to the kitchen where my wristlet is at. I hop onto the bar stool to check my phone. I have ten missed calls and five text messages all from Lola. There’s also a voice message icon on the top of my phone screen letting me know I have one waiting.
Deciding my best option is to listen to the voice mail before I call Lola back.
The voice that comes onto the line is not Lola at all. He sounds upset, very upset.
“Hi, it’s me Roman. Liam just informed me you went home with Kevin. Did he force you to go home with him?” There’s a pause before Roman’s voice comes back on. “I will kill that bastard if he took advantage of you.
” Roman growls and sighs. “Angel, please call me back and let me know you’re okay. I’m going crazy worrying sick about you.” The voicemail ends.
I put the phone down onto the counter and stare out the windows.
“Who was that?” Kevin asks, leaning his side against the wall looking at me apprehensively.
He has on a blue and green flannel shirt, sleeves roll upped to his elbows and dark blue jeans. His light brown hair is long and disheveled, looking more sexy than usual. My lower stomach clenches at the sight of him.
What the hell is going on with me?
Looking away from him, I try to roll Roman’s name off my tongue as casually as possible. I don’t succeed, my voice shaky as hell.
Dammit.
“Really?” Kevin start, “What did that douche-bag have to say?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, before he continues. “I bet…he’s fucking going nuts knowing you spent the night with me?”
“He’s not,” I whisper my lie.
“Bullshit…you wouldn’t be looking away and you wouldn’t be acting so nervous.”
I don’t say anything back it’s no used.
“I have to go…Natalie is waiting for me.” Kevin walks to me and stands right in front of me, my knees touching his thigh.
He takes both of my hands in his and stares at them for a moment. He looks into my eyes before he speaks.
“Stay. Wait for me. Let’s hang out when I get back,” He pleads.
I press my lips together and shake my head, even though I do want too.
Kevin nods and slides his hand off of mine. “I see you Monday at school.” And then he walks out of his apartment without another word.
I fold my arms in front of me on the counter and bury my face in them. Different scenarios of how my conversation with Roman will go swims through my head. Sighing deeply I lift my head, pick up my phone and look for Roman’s number.
“Angel, are you okay?” Roman’s soft concern voice comes onto the line when he picks up my call.
“I’m fine…I’m sorry I worried you. It’s not how it looks…I didn’t have my keys to get into the house, so I had no choice but to sleep here at Kevin’s place.” I stammer into the phone.
“As long as you’re safe, I’m happy,” Roman says. “You are still there?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’m picking you up,”
“No, don’t leave your camping trip,”
“I came home this morning. I didn’t want to be away from you.” Roman breathes into the phone. “I was afraid you might need me.”
“Oh, Roman…” I say, “Come pick me up…I miss you.”
“Give me fifteen minutes. I’ll meet you outside the building,”
“Okay, see you in a bit,”
We hang up before realization dawn on me. How did he know where I was at?
Roman gets to Kevin’s apartment building early. I watch him pull his car up to the curb and gracefully climb out of his sports car.
Roman has on aviator sunglasses, a black polo shirt, and blue jeans. He looks as if he’s filming a commercial for the car he’s driving. I smile at him appreciatively, as I am walking out of the lobby to him. He gives me his shy, handsome smile when he spots me.
“Can you be more beautiful,” he tells me as he is walking to me.
Roman doesn’t pull me into him for a hug. He gently lifts my chin up to him before he crushes his lips to mine.
His kiss is soft at first but when I slip my tongue into his mouth, his kisses me back fervently. He moves his hand off of my chin and using both arms, haul me to his body. I’m press tight against him and I fight everything I got not to wrap my legs around him. I really don’t want him to know I don’t have any underwear on.
Roman’s hands moves down to grab my ass and he presses our lower body together, bonding us. I moan letting my desires get the best of me.
Then we hear a loud car horn.
Roman and I reluctantly move away from each other, both letting out a low groan. Roman chuckles while I giggle casting my gaze to the ground.
He takes my hand and leads me to his car. He opens the passenger door for me. As I bend my head to get into the car, something forces me to look to the back of the car. There parked behind Roman’s car is Kevin’s truck. Natalie and Kevin are both sitting in the truck staring at Roman and I.
Kevin’s facial expression is a mixer of hurt and anger. Natalie looks utterly disgusted. I turn away and climb into the car. Roman closes my door and I watch him closely as he walk around to the driver side, wanting to see if he looks back at Kevin or not. Roman doesn’t. But I know he saw Kevin, just as I saw Kevin.
“Are you hungry? Did the deadbeat feed you before he ran off and left you alone in his apartment?” Roman asks as he pulls away from Kevin’s apartment.
“He had an emergency to take care of and no I’m not hungry. I just want to get home and get out of this dress.”
“Was the emergency that girl in the car with him?”
“Yes,”
“His girlfriend?” Roman asks.
“I don’t really know who she is to him.” I answer honestly.
I know Roman is trying to find out a reason to eliminate Kevin as a competition. To show him my mind is only on him, I lace my fingers through his and pull it to my lips.
“Thank you for picking me up,” I tell him before I place an open mouth kiss on the back of his hand.
His fingers tighten around mine and he let out a low deep groan.
“Don’t do that,” He warns. “Or you won’t make it home until later today.”
I giggle satisfy that I took his mind away from Kevin. But my mind stayed on Kevin. The little strip tease in the closet, the way he held me when I woke up and him leaving to Natalie when she called him. Those scenes playing like a movie through my head on repeat.
Who is Natalie?
At every red light, Roman leans over and kisses me. I am a hot mess when he parks the car near the house.
Roman’s hand moves to the small of my back as we are walking from his car to my front door. I turn my body to wrap my arms around his waist when we are at the door and glances up at him. He wraps his long strong arms around me too and smiles at me.
“You’re dreamy,” I whisper and close my eyes.
Roman bends his head and takes my mouth with his. His kiss is soft and sensual on my lips but as he moves his lips off of mine and down the length of my neck, his kisses turns hungry. I feel my knees giving out as I surrender to all the sensation running through my body.
“Angel, my sweet angel,” He murmurs near my collarbone.
My body tense up and I feel my fingers sliding off his body.
My sweet angel.
My sweet baby girl Angel.
Those words my Dad will never say to me again.
I burst into tears, choking and heaving. I turn around, hands to my chest, and face the door.
I can’t let Roman see me in such a state.
Roman’s hand instantly starts rubbing down my back.
“Baby, you’re scaring me.” Roman whispers near my temple. “Please let me make it all better.”
He wraps his arms around my shoulder and holds me tight. His chin is on the top of my head. He holds me until I stop shaking, until all the tears have stop flowing down my face.
Standing in Roman’s arm letting him console me is everything I don’t want. Not for him. I don’t deserve his good loving heart.
I place my hands on Roman’s stomach and push him off of me.
“I’m sorry, Roman, but I should get inside,” I choke out.
“Angel, tell me what’s wrong.” He reaches out for me again.
“I-I should get inside.”
“Can I call you later? Take you to dinner, maybe?” He says sounding hopeful.
God, he’s such a great guy.
I’m such a horrible person.
“Yes,” I turn away from him again and look down to the ground afraid
the tears will start again soon.
“Okay,” He whispers behind me. “I will call you later.”
And then he leaves.
I look up to find the door open and Lola is standing under the door frame. Her face is grime.
“What the hell is going on?” She asks looking at me up and down, checking to see if I am okay.
“I’m okay,” I move past her to my room.
Not looking back, I walk into my room and shut the door. Instantly, the outside world is shut out.
“Hello?” I grumble into the phone, my voice raspy from being woken up.
“Where are you?” Kevin’s irritated voice comes onto the line.
“Home,” I sigh.
“I’m coming over,” he clips.
“No, I’m going out with Roman later today and I need to start getting dressed.” I breathe into the phone.
“Angel…” his voice trails off.
“I have to go…” I say, closing my eyes.
I really hate disappointing him.
“Okay, see you tomorrow at school…bye.” Kevin hangs up before I can say anything else.
True to his words Roman’s number flashes on my phone right after Kevin hangs up.
“Hey,” I murmur into the phone.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I answer honestly.
“Do you feel up to having dinner with my family?” He asks sounding unsure of himself.
I pause.
Taking my silence as my hesitation, Roman explains himself.
“I forgot today was Sunday and we have dinner together every Sunday.” He says. “It’s to make my mom happy.”
“I would love to,” I smile at the fact that he’s such a family man.
I think I can hear him smiling through the phone and it makes me happy.
“Okay, I will pick you up in an hour?” He asks.
“Okay,”
We hang up and I jump out of bed to get ready with a huge stupid grin on my face.
There’s a knock on my door as I am slipping my shirt down my body.
“Come in,” I say smoothing out the material.
Roman walks in, demanding attention.
God, does he know he portrays such countenance.
He stalks over and wraps his arms around me from behind. I stare back at him through the mirror.
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