Page 44 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Come on Olivia, you know you want to be my pretend girlfriend. I can see it in your eyes, wouldn’t it be better than working some silly internship job?”

“My internship job is not silly,” she snapped.

“Okay sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way but to be honest, it’s a hell of a boring job. You don’t want to turn out like Jane, you know? Bless her heart.”

Olivia thought of Jane, in her reasonable shoes and sensible clothes in Coke glasses and shivered.

She loved Jane, but she didn’t want to look like that eventually.

“Okay, I agree.”

Roman took a seat, crossing his legs under him as Sandy scampered away; he tapped the carpet with his palm, “sit down.”

She sat beside him gingerly, trying to breathe in the scent of him. He was so close.

“But we have to know a bit about each other, we’re going to announce this and my parents are going to meet. You can tell anyone you trust.”

Olivia nodded and took a deep breath, her curiosity piqued. She looked at Roman, sunlight streaking his hair through her window blinds.

“Roman, can I ask you something personal?” she inquired, her voice soft.

Roman nodded, “sure, girlfriend. Ask away.”

She hesitated for a moment before proceeding. “I’ve heard rumors about your past. You were really in a gang?”

A shadow crossed Roman’s face as the complicated memories resurfaced. “Yes, it’s true,” he admitted. “I was involved in some dangerous things, but that life is behind me now.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry to hear that. What made you leave?”

His expression grew more somber. “It was my sister, Lily. She was caught in the crossfire of a gang shootout and was shot in the shoulder. That was a wake-up call for me. I realized I needed to change my path and create a better life for both of us.”

Olivia nodded, “I’m glad your sister is okay. That’s incredibly brave, Roman. And now you’ve built this successful sports agency. How did you make it happen?”

Roman’s face brightened with a spark of pride. “Hard work, determination, and a bit of luck, I suppose. I poured everything I had into creating something meaningful. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.”

“You know, I’ve always loved sports since I was little,” she shared. “I participated in various sports and won many trophies. It’s a big part of who I am.”

Roman leaned forward, taking in her wide-eyed stare. “That’s impressive, Olivia. What drives your passion for sports?”

A warm smile graced her lips. “Sports have always been my escape, my way of channeling my energy. They taught me discipline, teamwork, and resilience. Plus, they bring people together.”

“Hmm. I can see why sports mean so much to you. They have the power to unite and inspire, girlfriend.”

“Don’t call me girlfriend; it feels so fake. Do it for the cameras.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call you that? I see your breath catch in your throat when I do, girlfriend.”

He leaned in closer and cupped her cheeks. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as their lips met in a breathtaking kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the magic of the moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the electrifying connection.

Their hearts pounded in sync, echoing the intensity of their desire.

He pulled her lower lip and bit gently; she moaned. In that single, stolen moment, nothing else mattered. They were consumed by the intoxicating rush of emotions, their bodies and souls entwined. Raw, unspoken passion.

As their lips parted, a breathless silence hung in the air.

No words were needed to convey the depth of their connection. They simply existed in the afterglow of the kiss, basking in the enchantment and uncertainty of what the future held. It was a moment of pure magic, a fragment of time suspended in the realm of possibilities.

Olivia’s heart raced, her breath shallow. She bit her lower lip, and Roman swore something and pulled her in for another kiss. Till, after an eternity, Roman pulled away.

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