“You don’t have to pretend,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I saw the way you danced. That wasn’t for Roman. That was for all of us. For me.”
I flinched at his words.
“Dean, I’m warning you-“
He set his drink down and moved closer, invading my space.
I took a step back, desperation clawing at my throat. “You’re drunk. Get out, Dean.”
“I’m not that drunk.” His smile twisted into something sinister. “You’ve always had something wild underneath. You’ve always looked like you needed someone who could handle you.”
I scoffed, “And you think that someone is you?”
He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Come to think of it, you weren’t that hot and eager with me. You deserve restitution, Sav.”
I reached for the zipper of my latex dress, desperate to regain some semblance of control, but he was already moving.
“You don’t need to put that back on,” he said, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. “I’ll be quick. Just bend over for me right here-” His fingers brushed against the vanity, “-on the counter. Your fiancé doesn’t need to know a thing. Chloe won’t hear a whisper of this. It’ll be our little secret.”
My stomach twisted violently at his words.
He licked his lips, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that made my skin crawl. “Sav, just half an hour. That’s all I need. Hell, I’ll pay you. Ten grand. Cash. Right now. You don’t even have to kiss me-just let me fuck you. Raw as usual. I know you want to. Just one last time before my wedding. For old time’s sake, Sav. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Crack.
Before I could process the fury coursing through me, my hand collided with his face, a resounding slap that echoed in the room. His head whipped to the side, shock mingling with amusement.
Then he laughed, a low, dangerous sound.
“You liked it rough, right? Always did.”
I turned to grab something-anything-to defend myself, but he caught my wrist, slamming it against the vanity with a force that left me breathless.
“You think you’re better than me? Just because you’ve got him wrapped around your finger?” His breath was hot and sour against my skin. “You were always the tease. I know you’ve wanted this.”
“Let go of me!” I cried, my voice trembling with fear and anger.
My heart raced, pounding against my ribs like a caged animal desperate to escape.
I could taste bile rising in my throat, my hands shaking, sweat slicking my palm against the cold vanity.
He shoved me against the wall, my back hitting the mirror with a dull thud that knocked the breath from my lungs. I gasped, panic rising within me.
Then, as if summoned by my distress, the door burst open.
Roman.
He stormed in like a tempest, shoulders rigid, jaw set, his eyes ablaze with fury.
“Take. Your fucking. Hands off her,” he growled, his voice a low rumble filled with barely contained rage.
Dean staggered back as if struck, surprise etched across his features.
“Roman-wait, man-“
But Roman wasn’t waiting. He closed the distance between them in an instant, grabbing Dean by the collar and shoving him back so hard that he crashed into the vanity, eyes wide with shock.
Dean coughed, scrambling to regain his footing, panic evident in his voice.
“I didn’t touch her, man. She-she was half naked-what was I supposed to think? She clearly wanted me to fuck her.”
Roman didn’t respond; he simply stepped forward and delivered a punch straight to Dean’s face.
Dean stumbled backward, crashing into the chair and landing on the floor with a grunt, blood spilling from his nose, painting the scene in crimson.
Roman’s fist was poised to strike again when I interjected, my voice urgent, “Roman, no…”
He halted, slowly turning to me, surprise flickering across his features.
I shook my head, pleading with him. Dean wasn’t worth it.
We stood there, locked in a moment that felt suspended in time, the world around us fading away.
Roman was the first to break the silence.
He marched over to Dean, bending down to his level, his voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
“If I see you anywhere near her again, I’ll bury you.”
And somehow, that didn’t sound like a mere threat. It felt like a promise…
The moment we stepped outside the club, the sky unleashed its fury. Heavy raindrops cascaded down, splattering against the pavement, releasing the unmistakable scent of wet asphalt that wafted up like a warm, inviting steam. Roman seized my wrist with an urgency that sent a shiver down my spine, his jaw clenched tight as he propelled me toward the parking lot.
Without uttering a single word, he guided me through the chaotic exit, one hand firmly placed on the small of my back while the other remained balled into a fist at his side. It was as if he feared that if he released his pent-up rage, he might ignite the very air around us, turning the night into a fiery inferno.
Not my concern if Chloe decides to leave her pervert fiancé behind.
Just as we reached the car, Roman unlocked the door with a swift motion, practically flinging it open. I slipped into the passenger seat, my heart racing as I adjusted my dress and steadied myself in my heels. The tension radiating from him was palpable, his jaw locked in a grimace, knuckles white against the steering wheel. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken ferocity.
Once the doors clicked shut, silence enveloped us, heavy and suffocating.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.