I swear, I had it under control.
I had everything under perfect control, until Roman asked me to go to him.
Come here, he’d said, and f**k if that silky, deep voice of his didn’t make my core to pulse and clench around nothing.
And, truth be told, I could’ve just gone to meet him to quench any and all suspicions he had, but my stubborn ass decided to stay seated. And frankly, at that point, I didn't give a f**k if Roman found out about it.
I think I even wanted him to.
But now, seeing the way his brows pull together and his eyes flash, jaw clenched, I’m thinking being stubborn definitely wasn’t the right call.
I look away from him, swallowing hard, but Roman’s hand jerks me back to face him. My lips part and I inhale harshly. His grip isn’t painful, but it still manages to steal my
