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⁠ CHAPTER (14) FOURTEEN

MAI'S POV

I settled into the car, ready to head home, and let out a deep sigh. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Roman, Caleb and Zoey, and the secret I'd kept hidden for so long. I hadn't mustered the courage to tell Caleb about my complicated history with Roman, or to Zoey about him killing my mom and not being my stepdad

. Fear of judgment and repercussions held me back.

The car stopped, and I looked out the window to see my mansion looming before me. I gathered my belongings and stepped out, my eyes scanning the grand estate. I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't see Roman around, grateful for a moment's peace.

I climbed the stairs and made my way to my room, shutting the door behind me. I pulled out my laptop and began to work on my assignment. The quiet solitude of my room enveloped me, providing a much-needed escape from the turmoil brewing inside.

My thoughts drifted back to Roman and Zoey, but I pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. The words flowed onto the page, a temporary distraction from the secrets and emotions swirling within me. For now, I was safe in my own little world, where the complexities of my life didn't exist.

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I woke up feeling just as tired as I had when I went to bed. My body felt heavy, my mind foggy. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness. As I sat up, I glanced at my laptop, still open on my bed, and groaned. I hadn't finished my assignment, and now I was running late for the deadline was coming.

Panic set in as I scrambled to remember what I was supposed to write. I stared blankly at the screen, my mind a complete blank. I felt like giving up, overwhelmed by the task ahead of me.

Just as I was about to throw in the towel, Roman's voice cut through the silence. "You don't know the answer?"

I spun around, wondering how he had gotten into my room without me noticing. Roman stood in the doorway, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. I felt a surge of frustration. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, trying to hide my annoyance.

Roman stared at me, his eyes boring into mine. "I asked you a question, do you know the answer?"

I glared at Roman, trying to maintain my independence. "I know the answer, I don't need your help, thank you."

Roman stepped closer, a hint of amusement on his face. "I didn't ask if you needed my help, I just said if you didn't know the answer."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit frustrated. "Okay, fine. Yes, I don't know. Are you happy?"

Roman's smile grew wider. "Write this down to get an A."

I raised an eyebrow, confused. "Huh?"

Roman's voice was calm and collected. "Write this down: The history of..."

I found myself automatically typing out the words on my laptop when he continued to speak. "The history of the ancient civilizations of Mesopotamia, Egypt, and Greece, and their contributions to modern society..."

Roman continued dictating, and I continued typing, my fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on, but Roman's words flowed smoothly, and my assignment began to take shape. As Roman continued dictating, the words flowed effortlessly onto the page. I typed with a strange sense of detachment, as if my hands were moving on their own. The history of ancient civilizations unfolded before me, a narrative rich with details and dates.

When Roman finally stopped speaking, I looked up at him, surprised to find that my assignment was almost complete. "How did you...?" I started to ask, but Roman just smiled.

"You're welcome," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Now, go finish it up and submit it. You'll get an A."

With that, he turned and walked out of my room, leaving me staring after him in confusion. I looked down at my laptop, where the words still glowed on the screen. I couldn't shake the feeling that Roman had just done something significant, but I wasn't quite sure what. I couldn't help but think about Roman's actions, and how caring he was being towards me. It was unlike my father, who had never lifted a finger to help me. The memory of his indifference still lingered, but Roman's kindness was a balm to my soul.

I quickly finished my assignment and submitted it to my teacher, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. As I closed my laptop, I thought about thanking Roman, but somehow it slipped my mind.

At dinner, Roman seemed to sense my distraction. "You can't be nice to someone in your life to say a thank you?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

I looked up at him, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "Shoot, I forgot... thanks for the..."

Roman's expression was unreadable. "None taken. I don't need your appreciation."

I shot Roman a look, feeling a bit annoyed. "There's no need to give me the attitude."

Roman's expression remained calm, but his voice had a hint of amusement. "I don't give attitude."

I rolled my eyes, unable to help myself. "Oh, sure, the guy who has a mistress says that."

Roman's response was quick. "The girl who isn't virgin says that."

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a spark of defensiveness. "Because you took it."

Roman's smile grew wider. "You gave it to me, and I accepted it."

I tried to change the subject, attempting to lighten the mood. "What!You r***d me?"

Roman's response was unexpected. "Nope, you were claimed."

The tension between us was palpable, and I felt my annoyance growing. "What are you even talking about?" I demanded, trying to keep my cool.

Roman's smile never wavered. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Mai."

I glared at him, feeling my frustration boil over. "Look, can we just drop it? I'm tired of this conversation."

Roman's expression didn't change, but his voice took on a slightly mocking tone. "Oh, poor Mai is tired of talking to me. How ever will I survive?"

I threw up my hands, exasperated. "Ugh, thanks for reminding me how much I hate you, annoying guy."

Roman chuckled, a low, smooth sound that only seemed to irritate me further. "I'm shaking in my boots," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

I shot him a dirty look, feeling my annoyance reach new heights. But before I could respond, Roman stood up, his movements fluid and confident.

"I think I've overstayed my welcome," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll leave you to your sulking."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me seething with frustration. I glared at his retreating back, feeling like I'd just been outmaneuvered. Again.

I lost my appetite , went to change into my pajamas and decided to sleep it off. As I drifted off, I felt a rough touch on my curves, from my bre@st to my waist. Someone's hand was tracing my features, rough and patient. I stirred slightly, but didn't wake up, I was already exhausted. The touch was uncomforting, and I let myself tense into it. I couldn't quite make out who it was, but the touch felt familiar. In my sleep, the heads moved to my pajamas, pulling them down as it exposed my underwear —panties. My lower body raised up, heat rolling in my body.

And then I felt it, a slimy hard body invade the entrance of my folds through the material.

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