It's Always Been Godfrey ||ROMAN GODFREY||

Peters Party -6

The next morning I wake up, I'm in the exact same position as last night and I'm still on top of Roman. I move my eyes but not moving my head, he's on his phone. Texting my mom.

I feel sadness wash over me as if he shouldn't be texting her, as if he's my boyfriend and not hers. I feel so jealous, all of those love hearts they're texting each other. I can't bear it.

I lift my head and look at his phone once again, he's not on WhatsApp texting her anymore.
"Good morning sunshine," He smiles innocently.
"Hi." I force myself to get up out of his arms without even looking at his perfect face and go over to the alcohol rack.

I help myself to a bottle of Loch Lomond Single Grain Whiskey. I twist the top off and put the cap onto the island. I don't even know if that's the right way to open it. I just need to get my mind off the fact that my mom and Roman are together. I drink it straight from the bottle and nearly drop it almost spitting out my drink, it burns as I swallow it but that doesn't stop me.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing!?" Roman runs over and snatches the bottle out of my hand. "You can't get drunk yet, we have a party to attend!" He takes the cap from the side and puts it back onto the bottle. "Save this for later," He points the bottle at me then puts it back on the rack and I storm off to what is for now, my room.

It's 7:49pm and I'm laying on my bed texting Jaxon, then I hear the bedroom door swing open and Roman leans on the door frame. He looks so good when he does that. I turn off my phone without telling Jaxon and turn all of my attention to Roman.
"Get ready for the party, wear something nice." He smiles and walks off shutting the door behind him.

I put on a tight, sparkly, black dress that goes down to my thighs with a slit on each side. I throw on a thick, fluffy white coat and black heels to go with the dress.

I make my way downstairs and Roman looks absolutely stunning. He's wearing black trousers with a white blouse and a tight waistcoat.
"Ready to go?" He opens the front door and I walk over.
"Yep," I stand next to him and he signals for me to walk out so I do. He follows after me and opens the passenger car door for me, I nod with a smile and get in.

We arrive at an apartment with a mini bar, fancy. There's music blasting in my ears and people are crowded everywhere.
"Where's the bathroom?" I shout in Romans's ear so he can hear me through the music.
"Come," He shouts back, I can feel his warm breath on my neck and he grabs my hand.

He leads me straight forward through the living room and then to the kitchen. Then he leads me to the bathroom and opens the door for me.
"Thanks," I go into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, I come out of the bathroom and go to the front door, I hang up my coat, then go look for Roman. I eventually find the minibar and see him sitting there with a glass of whiskey, I go over to Roman and sit on the stool next to him.

He puts his hand on the top of my lower thigh just below where my dress ends.
"You look gorgeous, darling," He glides his hand to the side of my thigh and slips it underneath my dress. I let a small gasp and hold his wrist to stop it from going up more.

"You're drunk Roman," I keep my hand on his wrist still, but I don't take it away from my thigh.
"No, I'm not drunk, I'm just not sober," He leans forward and he is inches away from my lips, he forces his hand further up my thigh so it's now almost on my ass.

I don't move my hand so my dress goes up, he sees that my dress has gone up and he puts it back down with his free hand.
"We don't want other people seeing what's mine now, do we?" He smirks. 'Mine' I shiver.

He looks to his side and finally removes his hand from my thigh.
"Peter!" He gets up and gives him that one-armed hug then sits back down.
"Roman! Is this Ali?" He looks over at me. How dare he introduce me as Ali.

"Alison, yes," I glare at Roman and pour myself a glass of vodka and go to drink it but as I go to sip it Roman smoothly takes the glass and downs it without even flinching.
"She's a bit stubborn when it comes to her name," He slides the now empty glass onto the minibar.

I move over a stool away from Roman and signal to Peter to take my old seat. He smiles and sits down as I pour myself another glass of vodka, this time I successfully drink it.

I love the burning sensation of the drink going down my throat. I then pour myself another, then another, then another. I go to pour myself another but then Roman appears next to me and snatches the bottle of vodka out of my hand.

"Put the glass down," He orders.
"You're not my dad," I lean back onto the mini bar a scoff, I grab the bottle back and attempt to pour the vodka into my glass. Once again he takes the bottle.

"Put the glass down, Ali!" He leans over me and the room starts to spin. I put the glass down and get up.
"You've had enough," He grabs my arm but I pull away from him and run to the bathroom pushing people out of the way.

I start throwing up into the toilet, I look over and see Roman standing in the doorway, he looks a little sympathetic I can't lie. He slides his arm down from the side of the doorway and comes up behind me.

"Fuck off, Roman." I throw up again, he then looks amused and shuts the bathroom door then kneels on the floor behind me. I sigh and close my eyes as he holds my hair in a ponytail so it doesn't get vomit all over it. Then I feel myself lose consciousness, I drop back and feel Roman let go of my hair and wrap his arms around me.