Page 24 of Dark Romeo

It was only one night. That was the deal. I knew this when I agreed to come home with him. I couldn’t stay any longer. I couldn’t let myself get any more addicted. I was leaving. Right after this shower. No exceptions. I nodded slightly to myself with determination. Mind made up, I turned off the water.

I came out of the bathroom, dried and wrapped in a bathrobe. I’d have to collect my clothes where ever they had been thrown around the room last night. I frowned as I looked over the empty bedroom. There were my bag and shoes. I couldn’t see my clothes anywhere.

“Roman, have you seen my—?” I stepped into the living room of the suite and froze. There was a huge buffet of eggs, fruits, granola, yogurts, cheeses and cold meats as well as pastries and croissants on a silver trolley beside a laid-out circular marble-topped table with matching cream Elizabethan chairs. Roman was sitting in one of those chairs wearing only his Georgio Armani briefs, looking like a king sitting on a throne. He just needed a crown. Hell, he didn’t need a crown. One look at him and you could feel the royalty oozing off him. “What’s this?” I asked.

“Breakfast. Although, with the current time, it’s technically lunch. Sit. Eat.” He waved at the other seat at the table.

I frowned. “But you’re leaving Verona in…” I looked at the stylish clock on the wall, the silver hands reading 1:53, “in about eight hours.”

“That’s still eight hours…”

I folded my arms across me. “This can’t go anywhere,” I said, wondering if it was me or him I was trying to convince.

“I know,” he said, his voice going quiet.

“So, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he said gruffly. “Just… eat breakfast with me.”

My heart did a flip in my chest. This was dangerous. Every second I let him keep me here was only going to make the inevitable goodbye ever the more painful.

Apparently, I was a sucker for pain.

“Besides,” he said, “I had your clothes sent out for cleaning. They should be back in four hours.”

“Four hours.” I blinked. “What the hell am I supposed to wear in the meantime.”

He grinned. “That bathrobe is perfect. Or nothing. I don’t mind.”

Asshole. He was giving me no choice. “You did this on purpose.”

He didn’t confirm or deny my statement. He pointed again to the chair opposite him. “Sit. Now. Or did you forget the rules?”

I snorted. “I thought your bossiness only extended to sex.”

“You thought wrong.”

Forcing me into the shower, ordering breakfast, sending my only clothes to be cleaned… He was finding excuses to keep me here. Didn’t men do their best to get rid of you after a one-night stand?

Does this feel like a one-night stand?

No, it didn’t. But he was leaving soon. A one-night stand was all that it could be.

He was still staring at me, waiting for me to follow his instructions. I let out a sigh and sat down in my robe at the breakfast table, crossing one leg over the other. I noticed his gaze drift down to my thigh and realized my robe was flashing him a decent amount of leg. I yanked my bathrobe closed before he decided he was hungry for something other than breakfast. I shook my head as I stared at the spread. “Seriously Roman, there’s enough food here to feed an army.”

“I didn’t know what you liked. So, I ordered one of everything.” I could sense him studying me. “What would you choose to eat for breakfast?”

I grabbed the plate of eggs, bacon, fried mushrooms, grilled tomatoes and hash browns, placing it in front of me. It smelled amazing. My tummy gave out a little rumble in agreement. I cut up a bite-sized piece of each item on the plate, then carefully skewered them onto my fork into one large, perfect bite. I glanced over to him and he raised an eyebrow.

Normally I would be too self-conscious to let any man watch me eating like this.

“I’ve been inside you, Jules. I’ve had my fingers, drenched in your come, shoved down your throat, and my tongue in your asshole.”

I grinned before I placed the entire contents of my fork into my mouth. His mouth dropped open. I groaned with pleasure as I chewed, then swallowed.

He pointed at my plate. “You’re going to eat all of that.”

“Why not?” I began to cut up another perfect bite.

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