TIT 4 TAT

Chapter 6

It was three in the morning when I was slowly drifting off to sleep, I glimpsed at the balcony and I could have sworn I noticed a silhouette gawking at me, panic roused in me as the doors opened and the figure paced in towards me, my fear became greater then my strength as I watched the figure approach. It crouched beside me with my breath faltering as I tilted my head to get a better view of it, and it was Roman. Relief washed over me as I cried, that could have been anyone and by anyone I meant Jeromy, During our divorce proceedings he would sneak into our house and try to hurt me so I moved to Italy and he followed to taunt me.

Worry flashed through his eyes as he cradled me.

“I’m sorry for sneaking up on you at this time.” He murmured in my ears as his fingers combed through my hair.

“W-why are you doing this?” I mumbled as more tears of relief fell.

“I didn’t realize you would be up this late.” He whispered into my ear.

“Why are you up this late? It's unusual.” He stated.

“What do you mean by unusual”. I pressed.

“Have you been watching me?.” I quizzed realizing that the only unusual thing here was him in my room at three in the morning and him assuming I should be asleep.

“You look really beautiful in your sleep.” He mumbled, his hand skimming my cheek as he wiped my tears.

“R-Roman, you are not supposed to be here,” I murmured, biting my lip. His hands brushed slightly against my thighs imprinting a lingering sensation, I squirmed under his touch.

“Have you ever been involved in an accident?” He quizzed as he gazed into my eyes.

“A long time ago,” I said submissively as he hesitated for a while.

“When was that cupcake?” He insisted as he planted a kiss on my shoulder.

“I don’t talk about it and I hate cupcakes,” I mumbled in awkwardness.

“You would make an exception for me, won’t you, my cupcake?” He whispered against my chest, I gripped the sheets in response.

“Seven years ago.” I started making him look up at me, drawing his face closer to mine.

“What sort of accident was it?” He went on, teasing a reply out of me making my body surrender.

“I don’t remember,” I whispered.

“Where did it occur?” He whispered as his lips brushed against mine.

“I don’t remember anything that happened,” I mumbled under my breath.

“How did it happen?” Romans questioned as I gazed into his eyes.

“I sustained a head injury,” I whispered, and noticed the reluctance in his eyes, I wondered if I said something wrong.

“Good night cupcake.” He said as he got up and dashed to the balcony and climbed out. I lay there breathless, my heart racing from ecstasy, and I drifted to sleep feeling the lingering feeling of his hands.

I woke up in sweats of what occurred last night, did he really crawl in and out my balcony?.

I prepped for the day to run some errands before heading back to Italy on Friday.

I headed downstairs to have breakfast before going about my day.

•Roman’s POV•

I slammed the table with my fists, tossing the paperwork away, She was my cupcake. When we met for lunch seven years ago, I offered her a cupcake to thank her for saving me and she used those exact words ‘I hate cupcakes’. I sat on my chair as I glared at Gobert who stood silently.

“She has to be the one?” I said in an attempt to convince myself.

“Her similar dislike for cupcakes doesn’t signify she’s the one, my dog hates cupcakes.” He noted.

“You don’t get it, I could feel the connection, she has to be the one and she also had an accident seven years ago, it’s adding up..” I said to myself.

“Can you explain why she doesn’t have burn scars?.” Gobert quizzed, I thought for a while, it probably healed up..

“I can’t explain that but amongst all the women I’ve encountered while seeking her, she’s the only one so similar,” I uttered.

“My man, I’m sorry,” Gobert said as he patted my shoulders and strolled off.

I yelled as I tossed more objects across the room, I was practically going mad over a woman.

“Hey, are you home?” I spoke as the call connected.

“Yes darling, I just pulled up at the house, is everything okay?.” The chirpy voice spoke over the phone.

“I’ll be there in ten.” I said as I hung up. I picked my car key and drove off. Some minutes later I pulled up in front of a building, I hesitantly knocked on the door and waited, a blonde opened the door after a while.

“Well come on in.” She said as she gave space. I strolled in and sat on the couch, moments later the blonde walked in with two cups and a champagne.

“What brings you here?” Danielle spoke, pouring the drink into the cups and handing me a glass.

“I needed an escape from the real world.” I blurted as I gulped the drink.

“Well, you came to the right person.” She said as she caressed my leg.

I gripped her neck pulling her closer to me as I kissed her with desperation, feeling the heat of the moment I lifted her and headed to the room. I throbbed into her, maintaining eye contact as she moaned in satisfaction, my cupcake’s face never escaping my mind. I finished up and dropped beside her with my heart racing from ecstasy.

“Who’s she?” Dan questioned.

“What?” I questioned.

“Halle, who is she? You mentioned her name quite a couple of times while you were inside of me.” Dan stated.

“Sh*t,” I whispered under my breath as I got up and put on my clothes.

“Are you sleeping with other women?” Dan asked as she trailed me to the living room.

“She’s not the other woman,” I warned as I walked outside the house.

It was already evening so I drove to a bar to clear my head, Music blasted the scene as I walked in, I got a drink and slumped on a stool, What was happening to me, What was she doing to me and why was her presence affecting me terribly? I observed the crowd cheering for strippers dancing around a pole, pathetic people.