“That answers my fucking question,” Kevin growls.
I hear him noisily shuffling around, but I don’t dare look at him. Then his movements shifted closer to me, his big hands clasps over my tiny fingers and pry them away from my face. I expect to see blazing green eyes but all I see are big sad hazel eyes, asking for something or maybe he’s just unsure of what to do with me.
Feeling as if I’m losing him, I do what needs to be done.
“Please don’t leave me,” I beg, whispering my words.
“Leave you?” He asks sounding confused.
“Please stay in my life…I need you too.” I choke on my words.
I drop my gaze from his. I can’t believe I just told him that I need him. I haven’t needed anyone since my Dad. I just know that if Kevin told me that he didn’t want to be around me anymore, I will die again.
“Come on silly girl, it’s time to get you home.” Kevin says.
He stands up and pulls me up with him by my hands. He folds up the blanket and helps me down out of the bed of the truck. When we get to the passenger side, Kevin presses my back against the door. His hands press flat on the window, on either side of my face.
His lips hover over mine and I can feel his breath tickling my lips. My hands move to his waist and I bunch up his shirt into my fist. My breath starts to quiver and my knees trembles, I lean more onto the door to stop myself from falling all over the place.
“I make you nervous,” Kevin smirks.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“I won’t leave you alone until you tell me too.” He states as if it’s that simple.
“Promise?” I ask, giving him a small smile.
“Promise,” he murmurs.
Kevin dips his head and chastely kisses me. When he pulls away, I involuntary groan in protest.
Kevin throws his head back and laughs.
“You’re an ass,” I hiss, letting go of his shirt, and pushing him away from me.
Kevin reaches around, me to grab the door handle, I move with the door as he pulls it open. I give him an angry look and turn to climb into the truck.
“I don’t share…” he whispers behind me.
I freeze with one leg in the truck and one leg hanging in the air. I try to turn back around but Kevin grabs my ass, lifts me up, and pushes me in.
“Aagh,” I yelp falling face first onto the bench seat.
Kevin closes the door after he gets my legs all the way in. I push myself up as he is climbing into the driver side.
Pushing my hair out of my face and sitting up, I punch his arm.
“Hey, watch it. Didn’t I tell you not to mess with my artwork,” he chuckles turning the ignition on.
I don’t respond back. We stay quiet, lost in our own thoughts as he drives me home.
I walk into the house with an impish grin plastered on my face from the look on Kevin’s face. I’d unbuckled my seat belt and scooted over to him. I told him goodbye and gave him an open mouth kiss on the cheek and rush out of his truck before he could pull into the parking space.
His shock look was priceless.
My smile drops when I notice Aubrey and Zoe on the couch, they abruptly stop their conversation when they notice me approaching.
“Were you with Kevin?” Aubrey asks, with an accusing tone.
I pause at the opening to the living room and narrow my eyes. I’m not sure how I should answer her. But, I go with what comes to mind.
“It’s really none of your business who I was with tonight.”
“I know it’s not my business, but it’s Roman’s business.” Aubrey smirks.
“Aubrey, I really don’t have time for this.” I turn to walk away.
“Kevin. Is. Mine.” Aubrey bites out. “You should really stay away from him or I will keep updating Roman on your little trysts.”
I turn back around, put one hand on my hip, and cock my head. My eyes flame with anger.
“Look Aubrey. Kevin is just my friend and he belongs to no one, not even you. Please work on your insecurities and leave me the hell alone.” I hiss.
I hear Zoe gasp as I walk away to my room. I reach for my phone the moment I get into my room. There are three missed calls from Roman and a text. I check his text.
Roman: Baby, where are you? Call me when you get this.
I text him back.
Me: I just got home, went out to eat with Lola, and forgot my phone.
My phone flashes Roman’s number a moment later. I pick up his call.
“Hi,” I breathe into the phone.
“Hi,” Roman whispers. “I was worried about you.”
“I’m sorry I forgot my phone,” I explain.
“It’s okay just promise me you won’t forget it next time.”
“I promise.”
“I’m picking you up for school tomorrow.” Roman tells me.
“Okay,” I reply, too exhausted to argue.
“Okay, baby, go to sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Roman murmurs.
“Good night sweet dreams,” I end the call.
My phone vibrates with a new text. It’s from Kevin.
Kevin: Want me to pick you up for school.
Me: No, Roman is dropping me off.
Kevin doesn’t respond back. Sighing deeply I change into my sleeping clothes and fall into a deep sleep.
“Roman, I can’t spend the whole weekend with you. I have a test on Monday and I wanted to spend the next two days studying.” I plead with him.
Another week has passed and now it’s Friday again. Roman and I are sitting in his sports car in front of the house. We have been going back and forth for the last twenty minutes on why I can’t go away with him. Roman is upset and hurt. He doesn’t understand how much he affects me. I constantly want to be touching him and rubbing my body all over his. Roman and my need for him is a deadly combination to failing my test.
I let out a frustrating sigh. Roman arches his eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. I see his jaw twitch.
“I want you in my house. I don’t really care what you do, but I want you there.” He says, voice low and deep.
God, he’s so upset.
“Roman, please…” I turn my whole body to face him.
Roman is sitting with his expensive midnight blue suit that I am afraid to wrinkle up. But my want, to emphasize the severity of my need for him, out weighs my worry. I climb onto his lap and hook my arms around his neck.
“Roman if I go with you, this will be all I want to do.” I rock my hips forward, crush my chest to him, and rock back.
I dip my head and kiss him hard and wet. My tongue slides slowly from his upper lip as I pull away from our kiss. I stare back at him, Roman’s eyes are hooded and filled with desire.
I giggle and kiss his nose. “Now you see why I can’t be in the same room with you, when I have a big test to study for.”
“Baby, we will finish our discussion inside.” He tells me with a husky voice.
I grin stupidly at him.
“Okay,” I whisper sliding off his lap and getting out of the car.
Roman follows me with my backpack slung over one shoulder. I hide my smile. He’s bringing my backpack inside with us. He understands.
I wave at my three roommates who are sitting around the kitchen table studying as Roman and I make our way to my room. They stare back with surprised faces. Lola smirks.
Roman sets my backpack on my desk and drapes his suit jacket over my chair. He tugs off his tie and unbuttons the top three buttons to his shirt.
“Don’t stop there,” I tease. “Just take everything off and come to bed with me.”
I lie down on my bed, prop up on my elbows, and watch him. Roman doesn’t take anything else off; he simply climbs over me spreading my legs with his knee.
I yank his dress shirt out of his pants and stroke my fingers around the valley of his ripped abs.
“Angel, I’m a man that’s protective over the people I care about. I need to know I can control their safety at all times.” R
oman’s face hovers above mine. “I let you stay here during the week due to the fact that those are school nights, but on the weekends I get to dictate where you should be.”
I’m at a loss for words. Roman is a commanding man, he wants and takes at his every whim. His control breaks with me. I can’t be controlled. But, I will compromise.
“Roman, give me tonight and Saturday. I will spend the night Sunday at your place and I will stay the whole week if you like me too.” I lock my piercing and pleading eyes with his.
Roman sighs deeply and half grunts. He kisses my forehead and gets up to sit on the edge of the bed.
“I’m not happy with this, but I will pick you up early Sunday morning.” Roman gets up and grabs his jacket and tie.
I follow him to the door. “I’m going to miss you,” I whisper to his back.
Roman turns around and lifts up my chin with his index finger. “I’ll miss you too, baby” He walks out and closes my door.
I stare at my closed door and fight my urge to run after him to tell him that I would rather spend the weekend with him. I throw up my hands in frustration and walk over to my closet to change into sweats and a t-shirt.
I open my lab book and text book and spread them over my bed. I sit legs crossed over each other, back against my headboard to study my notes.
A knock breaks me from my notes.
“Come in,” I yell.
Lola walks in smiling. “Hi,” She walks over to me and sits on the bed.
“Yes?” I say, arching my eyebrow.
“Did you get into a tiff with Roman?” She asks, still smiling.
“No,” I move my attention back to my notes.
“We’re all going to the club. Do you wanna come with?” Lola asks placing her hand on my notes.
“No, I have to study.” I snap.
“Wow, you should come with us. Let go all of that stress that is consuming you.” Lola leans back onto the bed to meet my eyes.
“I can’t, I have only until Sunday morning to study. I promised Roman I’d spend the day with him.”
“So, is that why you’re stressing? Roman is giving you a hard time.” She takes the notes out of my hand.
“Yes,” I bury my face in my hands.
I will not cry.
I will not cry.
I will not cry.
“Cody is picking me and Zoe up. Aubrey has a hot date; she said he’s picking her up. Think about it. I’ll let you get back to your studying.” She pats my leg and leaves the room.
I pick my notes back up and try to focus on the words through my tears.
I spend the next three hours rereading my notes, making flash cards, and reading my text book. Lola has checked on me twice and about an hour ago, she said she was going to get ready.
Every word is now just a blurry mess. Break time, I smile to myself.
I walk out of my room to music and girls laughing. My roommates are getting ready for their night out. Lola peaks her head out of the bathroom. She looks me up and down and frowns.
“You’re not going?” She says.
“No, I want to knock this out and go to bed.” I say walking to the kitchen.
I pour myself a glass of water and my mind wanders over to Kevin. He’s been acting distant at school. He still makes small talk, but then he leaves to sit with Natalie throughout the whole lab period. During lectures, he sometimes sits with me and sometime he doesn’t. He has sent Cody to pick up Lola to buy groceries filling our kitchen up once again. Cody made sure I knew it was all Kevin’s doing before he left a giddy Lola to go back home.
“Angel, can you get the door, that’s my date.” Aubrey calls out from her room.
I roll my eyes.
I still haven’t forgiven Aubrey for her threats.
I take my glass of water with me to the door. As the door swings open, my cup slips out of my hand once I see who is standing on the other side of the door. I scowl at the millions of pieces of broken glass and I scowl at the person who decided to place tiles all over the house. I focus everywhere, but the person standing in front of me.
He pushes the door open, hauls my body to him, and picks me up. He steps over the broken glass, walks to the living room and sets me down. He walks over to the hall closet, brings out the broom and dust pan.
How dare he act like he knows where everything is at in this house?
I watch him sweep up everything and I watch him move to kitchen to dump out the dust pan. I watch him return the broom and dust pan to the closet. I watch him walk back to me, standing as close as he can, invading my personal space.
“What a coincidence,” I mutter frowning at the hazel eyes staring back at me.
“What?’ He smirks.
“Why are you doing this?” I reach one hand to his chest and shove.
“Doing what?” His smirk becomes his crooked smile.
“Stop it, stop playing dumb!” I shriek.
“I see you’ve met my date. I would introduce you two, but you already know each other.” Aubrey says, sarcasm laces through her words.
Kevin and I both turn to her. She stands with one hand on her hip. Her hair is swept to one side in curls. She’s wearing a sparkly skin tight mini dress with black peep toes.
“Have fun,” I mutter spinning around to walk back to my room.
Kevin grabs my arm stopping me. “Angel…”
I let him haul me back and when he gets me close enough, I spin back around to face him.
“Don’t you dare try to explain this shit,” I point my finger in his face, my voice low and deadly.
Kevin releases my arm and I nearly run back to my room, slamming the door. My body slides down the door until I hit carpet. I hug my knees to my chest.
Someone nudges the door open, scooting me with it.
“Angel, let me in,” Lola says, firmly.
I move away from the door, but I stay seated on the carpet.
“Oh my God, that bitch planned the whole thing. When she vaguely told us about this hot guy she met, I knew she was up to something. I’m so fucking mad right now.” Lola yells throwing up her arms. “Angel, don’t stay home. Let me help you get dressed and we will show her and Kevin not to mess with us.”
I nod.
“Yay!” She claps her hands together and shuffles her way around my closet.
She tosses a pair of black booty shorts and a black sheer see through sleeveless top.
“Put those on,” She tells me while she moves a chair in front of my full length mirror.
I do as I’m told and once I change into my night clothes, I sit down on the chair.
Lola gets to work right away. She curls and pins my hair up high in a messy up do, with loose curly strands hanging down. She touches up my make-up with smoky eyes and red lips.
I stare in the mirror, not recognizing myself.
“You look hot!” She says smiling at me through the mirror. “Kevin will be watching you the whole night, more than he normally does.”
“Lola, I’m not doing this for Kevin,” I say.
“No, you are going out to release stress, but we are still teasing Kevin with your hot look.” Lola says beaming. “Let’s go, I think Cody’s been waiting long enough.”
“Oh no, why didn’t you tell me he was waiting.” I say jumping off the chair and putting on my stilettos.
“It’s okay, Zoe is keeping him company.” She laughs walking out of the room.
I follow right behind her. Cody’s face lights up when he see Lola. She’s wearing dark skinny jeans, a cream colored sequin tank top, and gold pumps. Her hair is left curly and wild. Cody has on a light blue dress shirt, top button undone, and dark jeans. He pairs his outfit with his signature basketball shoes.
Cody moves to Lola, pulls her in and they tangle each other with their embrace. I glance to Zoe sitting on the couch. She’s watching me and half smiles when she catches my eyes.
Zoe is wearing a purple corset top, black mini skirt and strappy heals. She gets up off th
e couch and walks over to me.
“Hi Angel, I’m so glad you decided to join us,” she says.
“I’m glad I’m getting away from studying for a while.” I tell her.
“Let’s go,” Cody pulls away from Lola and tells us.
Lola holds onto his arm as we all walk out of the house.
Cody parks along the curb behind Kevin’s truck. We all get out of the car to find Aubrey and Kevin waiting for us on the sidewalk. Aubrey’s beautiful smiling face vanishes when she spots me.
“So…I see you’ve changed your mind.” Her brow furrows.
“Yes, I did.” I cut my eyes to her and Kevin.
I feel Kevin’s eye on me until we all get to the front door of the club. Aubrey goes to the bouncer just as she had before. The bouncer frowns and shakes his head.
“Sorry, honey, but your VIP status has been revoked.” I hear him tell her.
“No, that can’t be. Liam promised me, that I would be on the list at all times.” She yelps ready to throw a fit.
“Sorry, but big boss said to do it. Liam doesn’t have a say.” The bouncer unhooks the velvet rope to let some people in.
“Let me talk to the big boss.” She demands.
“Fine, suit yourself,” The bouncer talks into his walkie-talkie to ask for the boss.
We stand around waiting for someone to come out. While we wait, I hear Kevin telling Aubrey to lets go stand in line and that he didn’t want some douche-bag telling us what to do.
Typical Kevin.
Andres comes busting through the door. “What the fuck. You don’t demand that the boss comes out here to settle petty shit.” He points a finger in the bouncer’s face. “You want to keep your job, dumbass.”
The bouncer nudges his head towards us; Andre’s eyes follow where he was indicating to. I move back a step and look away. I see Andres’s eyes narrow at me from my peripheral vision.
“Well…well, well look what we have here.” Andres smirks. “Does boss know you’re here?”
“No,” I shake my head.
“Andres, tell Liam I need to speak with him,” Aubrey demands behind me.
“Sorry, sweetie, but Liam doesn’t run the joint anymore.” Andres shakes his head and chuckles.
“Bastard,” Aubrey whispers.
Andres ignores her and focuses his eyes back to me.
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