Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Romanoff's POV

Y/N and I sit in the airport waiting quietly, holding hands, listening to music and talking. She gets up to take a bathroom break, I stay where we are to save our seats.

I see someone sit next to me, so I take my earphones out and look at who moved the bag from her seat.
"Natasha." He says, I look up to see Angelo.
"What are you doing here?" I say, sitting up and pausing my music.
"You really think she wants to marry you?" He says bluntly, I can't help but smile at his arrogance.
"Well, normally that's why someone proposes." I respond, he scoffs and laughs.
"She's in college." He states, "She's 22, she isn't going to stay with you. You're her wallet until she finds someone better."

"And I suppose you think that you're that someone better?" I say in response, he nods slightly.
"I don't know how you got her to like you, but it's just something about you, it's not right." He says, he then sits back and looks at me with a confused look.
"How old even are you? Like 30?"
"I'm 39 now." I say bluntly. I can hear the gasp fall from his mouth as he quickly sits forward.

"Jesus Christ, so you're her sugar mommy?" He asks with a laugh,
"You think she's gonna wait for me to die out and take all my money?"  I say, "I'm not old enough or rich enough for that, Angelo."
"Oh wow, you remembered my name!" He says sarcastically, "I bet that on this trip, she'll realise how much better someone else could treat her."

"Angelo?" I say after a moment of silence.
"Yeah?" he nods to me.
"Can you fuck off? I don't even know why you're here and honestly, you're just wasting your time."
"Hey! You don't need to be rude!" He raises his voice in annoyance, "If you must know, I'm here on a family vacation."

A hand grabs Angelo's shirt from behind and pulls him up off the chair.
"Speaking of," a deep masculine voice speaks, I look up to see an older man, though still probably younger that me, "Stop bothering nice looking women, Angelo." He says,
"Michael, would you fuck off?" Angelo responds,
"I'll tell dad you said that if you don't haul ass, Angie." The other man responds.

Angelo huffs to himself and gets off the chair,
"I'm so sorry about him, I hope he didn't bother you." The man says, "You'd think he'd be more mature by now."
"It's alright, thank you." I simply respond before putting my earphone back in and turning the music on again.

When Y/N gets back, I tell her all about what happened and what he said to me. She's shocked for one, but also pissed at him, which I think is fair.

After a long plane ride...
Y/N's POV

Using the rent-a-car, we drive from the airport to the beachside couples house. The modern style house overlaps the cliff bordering the beach, with a high foundation and built in pool and hot tub. It even has a staircase directly to the beach.

"Hey, Tasha." I say as we pull our luggage from the back of the car, "How about we throw our bags inside and go eat cake by the ocean?" She laughs softly,
"You don't need to use a euphemism, Angel." She says, "Just say you want to fuck on the beach."

I walk over to her and put my hands around her waist, I lean close to her ear and whisper.
"Do you want to fuck on beach?" I say, she kisses my cheek.
"I'd love too."

We both quickly take our bags inside and throw them on the large L-shaped couch, she grabs my hand and leads me through the house, down the steps and to the beach.
It's a completely empty beach, just for us.