“These people with you,” Andres waves his finger around in a circle.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Well, come on in. You will need to come with me.” He motions for me to follow him.
We all walk inside and Kevin moves to get between Andres and me.
“Where are you taking her?” Kevin demands.
“And who are you?” Andres cocks his eyebrow.
“Kevin, it’s okay. He works for Roman.” I rub Kevin’s arm.
I don’t know why I did that, but I always feel the need to console Kevin for some reason.
Aubrey steps to hook her arm around Kevin’s elbow. “I want to get a drink.” She purrs into his ear.
I roll my eyes and leave with Andres. I turn back around to see Kevin leaving with Aubrey to the bar and Lola standing with Cody, staring after me.
Andres leads me to the back of the club and up a staircase. When he gets to the door, he knocks. A bald guy dressed in a business suit opens the door, his eyes immediately falls on me.
“Who’s this?” He lifts his chin at me.
“Boss’s girl,” Andres answers pushing in.
I follow Andres to a sitting area. “You sit here and wait until he’s done with his meeting.” He points to an L shape couch. “What did you want to drink?”
“An apple martini,” I answer. “Why is he having a meeting in the middle of the night?”
“Club business,” Andres answers and leaves me alone.
I turn to the door to see the bald guy sitting back on the stool watching me.
Andres come back ten minutes later with my apple martini and a glass of water.
“Can I leave and come back when he’s finished?” I ask.
“No, boss will blow a lid if he finds out we let you onto the club floor.” Andres look around the room. “Wanna watch TV? Play on my iPad to keep you busy, while you wait?”
“Sure, I’ll take your iPad.” I tell him.
Andres walks to the desk, picks up the iPad, and hands it to me. He leaves without another word. I check my personal email, my school email, and Facebook. There’s an email from my uncle and one from my sister. I leave both unread and turn off the iPad.
I finish my martini and turn on the television.
“You should keep the sound level low, don’t want to disturb their meeting.” The bald guy tells me from behind the couch.
I move the volume down to low as we watch a rerun of SVU. I hear the bald guy radio to bring me another.
“Can you tell them I want a purple hooter,” I say, without turning around.
He radio in what I told him, and then grunts when he’s done. “Women,” he mutters.
We finish the show and I finish my second drink before the door that leads to Roman’s meeting opens. Six well dressed, suit wearing men comes out of the room, and Roman walks out after them. He stops in front of me while the men leave through the main door.
“What are you doing here?” Roman asks looking me over. “Why are you dressed to go out?” His voice is displeasing.
“I was stressing over studying and Lola suggested I take a few hours off and come out with her.” I say trying not to look away from him.
“I don’t want you stepping foot in a club without me or my men.” Roman states.
“Roman, I’ve been going to clubs before I met you and I took care of myself pretty well.” I say trying to not get upset.
“Leo, leave the room. Tell Liam I will not join him.” Roman orders the bald guy.
“Yes, boss.” He leaves the room.
Roman unbuttons his suit jacket and sits down next to me. His leg spread wide as he makes himself comfortable. His knee touches me, letting me know his authoritative presence out shines my stubbornness.
“Why do you need to do this,” Roman asks.
“Do what?” I ask back.
“Make everything difficult. When I ask you to do something, do as you’re told. “Your life will be much easier that way.” Roman says.
There’s no trace of anger. He seems somewhat bored of the whole situation.
Roman doesn’t wait for my answer; he throws me over his lap and spanks me once hard on the ass. The pain ricochets through my body. I cry out when he slams me back on the couch and climbs over me. One of my legs hangs off the couch and the other is bent pinned by Roman’s body.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I stammer closing my eyes.
“Angel, look at me.” Roman orders.
I slowly open my eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Roman says, his voice soothing.
“Okay,” I rasp.
Roman studies my face for a while. A tear slips down the side of my face.
“Baby, did I hurt you?” Roman says with concern in his eyes.
“No, I’m just shocked.” I answer honestly.
Roman wipes away the tears from the corner of my eyes with the pad of his thumb. His thumb moves to stoke my cheek, down to my lips, tugging my bottom lip down.
“You’re wearing red lipstick,” Roman says hoarsely.
Roman’s eyes darken and travels slowly off my lips to meet my eyes. I swallow, anticipating what he was thinking and what he wanted to do to me. As I suck back a breath, my tongue glazes the tip of his thumb.
“You’re driving me insane,” he says as his eyes dilate. “It’s time to christen the office,”
Roman slips two fingers up my shorts; his fingers move my panties to the side to rub my clit. I drop my head back and arch my back, as his fingers stoke little circles around my sensitive spot.
“Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see your beautiful body.” Roman slips his fingers inside of me.
I do as I’m told and take my shirt and bra off. Roman dips his head and captures my nipple with his mouth. He sucks and pulls back, I scream from the pain and pleasure sensation he’s creating.
Roman takes his hand out of my shorts and yanks them down my legs and my panties follow right after. Roman unbuckles his belt and zips down his trousers. He takes out his erection and slips a condom on.
“You’re not going to take off your clothes?” I gasp.
“No, baby, that’ll take too long.” He flips me onto my stomach, lifts up my ass and slams into me.
I bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. Roman pulls out and thrusts back inside of me. He’s not gentle and this is not making love. He’s fucking me. I take what he’s giving me and whimper out my orgasm. Roman finishes right after, slowly rocking in and out of me. He falls on top of me and kisses my cheek.
He ascends off of me and I roll onto my back. Roman takes off his condom and throws it in the trash.
“You didn’t even kiss me,” I say, pouting.
Roman stops buckling his belt and sits back onto the couch; he pulls me onto his lap.
“Baby, I didn’t want to ruin your lipstick.” He murmurs kissing my neck.
“Okay,” I giggle leaning away from his lips. “You’re tickling me.”
He chuckles and checks his watch.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“1 a.m.,” he says. “Did you want to go home?”
“Yes, I need sleep,” I say yawning.
Roman’s face softens, he stares at me with adoration in his eyes. Finally, he’s not angry anymore.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I whisper, my stomach tying in knots.
I’m falling for him.
Hard.
“Like what baby?”
“Like how you are looking at me, you’re making me lose my head,”
“I want you to,” he kisses my forehead.
I yawn again.
“Let’s get you home, sleepy head.”
I slide off his lap and take his hand to help me up.
Roman pulls his phone out of his pocket and hits a number before putting it to his ear.
“Liam, can you handle the club the rest of the night?” He says to the phone.
He pauses and frowns.
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��Andres, will be overseeing everything.”
He pauses again.
“I’ll handle it,” he barks before ending the call.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yes, baby, everything is fine.”
Roman holds my hand and leads me down the stairs. At the bottom, we run into Kevin and Aubrey. Roman nods to Aubrey and ignores Kevin all together.
As we walk past them, Kevin pinches the curve of my waist. I keep walking behind Roman out through the club door, pretending I didn’t feel the sting embedded into my skin from Kevin’s fingers.
I fall asleep on the way back home. Big, strong arms carry me from the car to my bed. I don’t protest when I’m stripped of my clothes and tucked under the covers. I smile sheepishly before falling back asleep.
“Oh my God, Mmmmm…fuck, don’t stop!”
My eyes pop open.
What the hell?
More moans come from Aubrey’s room, which is right next to mine.
“Harder, yes! Oh Kevin…” Aubrey moans louder.
Then I hear Kevin’s grunts and moans.
No!
How can he do this?
I throw my covers off of me. I shrug on a tank, shorts, and stomp out my bedroom door to the living room.
I lay on the couch and throw the afghan over my body. I turn on the television to drown out the noises coming from Aubrey’s room.
I wake up to find Kevin kneeling on the rug intently watching me. I shriek and cover my eyes with my forearm.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my chest rising and falling.
“Why are you sleeping on the couch?” Kevin asks, ignoring my question.
He covers me with the afghan that has fallen onto the rug.
“I was awakened early this morning, by Aubrey’s moans.” I snap, pulling my cover up to my chin.
“Your sleeping clothes are see-through,” he says, still ignoring me.
“What are you doing with Aubrey?” I ask, meeting his intense hazel orbs.
“I like her.”
“You can have anyone you want, why my roommate?” I sigh.
“Angel, I can’t have anyone I want. Life doesn’t work that way.” He says, sadness in his voice.
Kevin’s gaze lingers on me and I feel my breath hitch and my face blush from the look on Kevin’s face. Something is tearing him up. Maybe he feels bad about what he did with Aubrey. I sure hope he does, because hearing Aubrey say his name during the heat of their sexcapade hurt more than it should.
“Then don’t go looking for the wrong one,” I say.
Kevin’s eyebrow arches quizzically and he shakes his head, a grin slowly tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I’m gonna make breakfast for Aubrey, you want some?” He says, standing up and stretching. “Man, watching you sleep makes my body all stiff.”
I wait for Kevin to walk further into the kitchen before throwing the afghan off me and hightailing it to my room.
I change into sweats and a t-shirt. ‘There, now I’m not so exposed’. I lay out my books and notes again. Might as well start studying.
I lay my textbook on my lap and try to concentrate, but Aubrey’s moans run through my mind like a record player, along with Kevin grunting out his climax.
I stare down at the pages of words, letting them blur together, and I lose all focus.
“Ugh!” I snap at my text book.
My head jerks up to the sound of someone twisting my doorknob and my door opens. Kevin walks in with a plate of food. He glances at me and to my books spread across the bed.
“Studying, on a Saturday?” He asks, closing my door, and walking closer to me.
He sets the plate of food on top of my textbook. There is bacon, eggs, and toast. My stomach rumbles at the sight of food.
He doesn’t wait for an answer to his first question before he moves on to his next. “Why did you change out of you scantily clad outfit?”
I narrow my eyes as I take a bite of eggs. “Go away, I have to study.”
Kevin lies down on my bed, rolling onto his side and scoots my books out of his way.
“I can help you study.”
“Does Aubrey know you are here?” I ask, eating some bacon with my fingers.
“She’s in the shower and I told her I was going home. If we are really quiet I can stay here all fucking day.” He rolls onto his back, bending his elbows and resting his head on them.
“Get out!” I yelp.
“Shh…” Kevin purses his lips.
Did he really just tell me to be quiet?
“Get. Out. Now!” My eyes burn from my frustration.
“If you want a decent grade, let me help you with this shit,” he lifts up one of my study guides.
I blink and calm my breathing. Yes, I do want a good grade and with Kevin helping me, I can get everything down faster, which also means that I can get to Roman faster.
“Fine, after I eat.” I say, shoving more eggs into my mouth.
Kevin smirks at the ceiling and closes his eyes. “Need a five minute power nap, I was up all night long.”
I throw a piece of toast at him. He takes it off his chest and eats it while his eyes are still closed.
True to his words, Kevin helps me find a better way to memorize all the Anatomy terms I was having trouble with. He helps me write out my flash cards and quizzes me after we get the cards finished. We stay cooped up in my room for five long, but productive hours.
Now, it is lunchtime and I’m hungry again.
“Hey you are losing focus, wanna take a break?” Kevin asks, dropping my flash cards onto the bed.
“I’m going to make something to eat and come back and study some more. I think I have it from here. You can sneak out and go home now if you want.”
Kevin presses his palm to his heart, feigning hurt. I giggle at his silliness.
“You sure you got this?” He stands up, yawns, and then stretches. “Yeah, I fucking need sleep.”
I shake my head and stand up too, stretching next to him. Kevin stuns me by pulling me into his big, bulky body. He buries his face in my hair.
“The smell of your hair makes my day,” he whispers, his lips press onto my head.
What?
“Kevin let me go,” I try wrenching out of his grasp. “You need sleep and you are spewing nonsense out of your mouth.”
Kevin releases me and I instantly miss the warmth of his body.
“See you later,” Kevin leaves and shuts my door.
Lola barges in a minute later. “What were you doing with Kevin for five hours?” She asks, and then proceeds to sit on my bed, folding her legs in front of her.
“Studying,” I say and bury my face in my notes.
“You’re walking a fine line, you know,” Lola plays with her nails. “What would have happened if Aubrey saw Kevin leave your room?”
“I would deal with it,” I whisper.
“Let him go…” She looks around the room. “If he wants to play with Aubrey, let him. You don’t want to give him the time of day, anyways.”
“Lola, I’m trying to deal with all of this the best way I know how.” I say, glancing up from my notes to her. “It’s just really hard.”
“Everything is going to catch up with you if you don’t figure it out soon,” She sighs. “Now, let’s talk about happier things. We are having a Halloween party on Friday!”
She slaps down her hands onto her thighs, and then laughs.
“I might not be here,” I say. “I told Roman I would spend the week with him.”
“You can come back for the party and bring him.” She dips her head to the side eyeing me.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“Okay, I let you study,” she says, and then leaves my room.
I ended up not going to spend the week with Roman. He had to leave again on a business trip, for a week. There was an argument that ensued when he dictated: “You are coming with me. I will fly you back for class every day, and then you will
fly right back to me.”
I got my way again. I didn’t even once fly out to see him. Roman was beyond upset, but he gave in. He always does.
Now it’s Friday, the party will start in an hour, and Roman is cutting his trip short to pick me up tonight.
“Damn…” Kevin, dressed in a doctor’s costume, walks into my room and closes the door.
I stop rolling up my white lacey thigh high stockings and glare up at him. “Do you not know how to knock?” I snap.
“And miss you doing that…I don’t think so,” he grins and steps closer to me.
“Does Aubrey know you’re here?” I bite out, rolling my stocking the rest of the way up.
I stand up and smooth my nurse’s costume down over body, while Kevin’s salacious eyes roam my body.
Gnawing on my bottom lip, I cut my eyes to him. “You should leave now.”
“C’mere,” he motions with his finger.
My body moves on its own accord over to him, and now Kevin’s hands are grasping my waist. One of his hands leaves my hip and he walks two fingers up my arm to my collarbone. He rubs the pad of his thumb along that sensitive spot on my body, turning me into a pile of gooey mush.
“Leave him…” He says hoarsely.
I remove his hands from my body. “He’s good to me, Kevin.” I say, my voice low.
He places his hands over my heart and tilts his head down to me. “You will regret giving me away.” He growls deeply.
My breath flutters out of me, weakening my body, and his words slice through the organ that his hand is delicately caressing.
“I need to be alone, now,” I say, faintly.
He takes his hands slowly off me, turns around, and leaves me standing there in a puddle of my once whole self.
The party is under way when I finally emerge from my room. I head straight over to the guy with the tequila bottle.
“I want a shot,” I tell him.
He arches his eyebrow and pours me a shot. I gulp the burning liquid down my throat and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.
“More,” I thrust the shot glass back at him.
He pours me another. This time I let the clear potion swim onto my tongue and down my throat. As I go to wipe my mouth, he stops me and mops up the liquor still lingering on my lips with the pad of his thumb.
He gingerly sucks the tip of his finger that just left a part of my body that is still throbbing from his touch. Kevin’s eyes darken as he drops his hand from his mouth.
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