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His cry touches me, my thighs growing stickier. If we had more time, I’d leave him on the edge and force his hand back to my pussy.
It’s unfortunate when the car comes to a stop.
I take my hand back and adjust the top of my dress.
His chest rises and falls, wide brown eyes staring at me.
Unbothered and uncaring, I grab my clutch and coat. He twitches when I place a hand on his thigh. “Good night, Roma.”
I open the car door. One heel is on the street when Roma tries to grab me.
“Wait, Re?—”
Hair falls over my shoulder as I glance back. It’ll be a painful car ride home. Glazed, wild eyes beg me for help.
“You only come when I say,” I tell him before slamming the car door shut.
CHAPTER 6
Ren
Sunday afternoon, I’ve got a facial sheet mask on and I’m painting my toenails when I get a text from Roma.
I’m not sure why I still have his number. Did I not block him? I mean, sure I knew I’d still be dealing with the bratva, but I swear I blocked him.
His name taunts me as I stare down at my phone. The nail polish brush hovers in the air. Some TV movie plays and my back digs into the coffee table. I keep debating about picking up one of the twenty romance books still scattered across the rug.
I finish painting my toenails. Then I sip from a can of Dr Pepper. My phone stays where it is—on top of a fuzzy blanket that ended up on the floor next to me.
I crack two minutes later.
Roma: I want to come.
I scroll through old messages. The person in those texts is wildly different from the woman I amtoday.
And I’m stunned that after a silent stretch of years, this is the first text Roma decides to send.
I woke up this morning after a long lie-in. Sunday is my only true day of rest, and by that I mean, I sleep in, have a few hours to myself, and then use most of the evening to get ready for the upcoming week. I pick out outfits and scan my schedule so I’m prepared. Call Bennie and ask him questions.
Procrastination used to be my game. But time is money. I consistently meet my business goals because I put the time in. It sounds simple, but when you work hours upon hours, you will accomplish your dreams.
It’s cliché, but true. And I wish I’d understood that sooner.
Something else that helped me get to where I am? Not having a boyfriend. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when your time isn’t monopolized by a useless man.
And I’ve done everything the past few hours to keep it that way.
I came in the backseat of a taxi cab last night. I don’t have time to analyze or feel shame for that bit of voyeurism.
I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that I jerked Roma off last night. I’ve actively avoided the memory all day. Especially, the part where I confidently told him he wasn’t allowed to come.
It was a momentary haze. The chapter is now over.
But Roma’s message stares up at me.
Did he really not come? I mean, sure, I told him not to, but my expectations for men following orders are low.
His message openly states his desire. And if I’m being honest it’s kind of hot.
