Romana's POV
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"Ms. Feretti" Silence.
"Ms. Feretti" he called a little sterner but once again I ignored.
"Romana if you don't answer me I'll fuck that attitude out of you" my mouth hung open and cheeks became red with embarrassment, I looked up at the driver who glanced at me through the rear view mirror.
"Do you always embarrass people like this?" I mumbled still facing away from him.
He leaned in and I could feel his hot breath fanning my neck "Only those who decide to ignore me"
He moved away, creating distance between us, taking away his addicting scent with him, damn you Eros for making this hard for me.
"I was asking, why isn't your notebook with you? Aren't you going to take notes?" I froze up at his question but my annoyance for him quickly took over.
"I'm using my phone" I mumbled, he sighed and out of the corner of my eyes I could see that his body was now turned to me.
"What is wrong?" He asked, I couldn't help but get even more angry, I understood his disorder but was it really that bad that he didn't know that I was hurt, upset or sad even.
When I didn't answer he gave another sigh "fine" he grumbled before facing forward again.
Soon we were pulling into the parking lot of his mighty company, Zues and suddenly a question popped up in my head to ask him, only it would wait until the overall interview.
He came out of the vehicle first and I followed behind him solemnly. He didn't bother looking back to see if I was following him, nor did I care.
We walked through the familiar lobby, greeting people who recognized me and eventually into the elevator. His massive frame made me feel suffocated in the small space and I wanted to push him forward to give me some room but refrained from it.
Finally the elevator dinged and I could freaking breath! We walked down the corridor in silence until we were inside his office.
The door closed softly behind me and he walked over to his desk.
"Romana?" He growled immediately after he placed his brief case down. I gave him a firm look, unwavering as I waited for whatever bullshit he had to say.
"If we are to continue this documentary, I need to know how you feel and..." He paused looking down, was that emotions I see, contorting on his face.
"How I can fix it" he mumbled that last part and I must say I was surprised to hear that come from his mouth.
He continued "I may be a diagnosed psychopath but I know when my behaviors or lack of, become affecting" he met my eyes and I gasped lightly at the raw emotions swirling in those piercing grey orbs of his, I gulped, tears brimming the edges of mine for whatever reason.
I hugged myself, suddenly the room felt chilly.
"you hurt me" I said, he didn't look away, his face remained unchanging waiting patiently for me to continue.
"you used me and forgot about me like a piece of trash, disregarded my feelings" he looked away this time, fighting the unfamiliar emotions that came up, masking them, he knew what I was talking about without me having to spell it out.
He met my eyes again, this time with determination.
"How can I fix it?" He asked sternly.
"Well.... You can try thinking about what you are about to say before you say it" I suggested timidly.
"I do think about what I say before I say it" he said making me realize how difficult it might negotiating with a psychopath.
"maybe you're the one asking the wrong questions or misinterpreting what I am saying all the time" I sighed and plopped down on the seat near his desk.
"See your doing it again" I said, defeated already.
"Your gaslighting me.." it may have been a strong word but it was fitting.
"I was not aware" of course he was aware but a psychopath would never want to intentionally make themselves look bad for the benefit of another and it was something I was just now realizing, I was indeed asking the wrong questions.
"How do you feel Eros?" His brows furrowed, confusion and surprise taking over his face.
"I- I don't know" figured, he didn't understand how to put regret, sadness, grief or any other emotions into words, they seemed non existent in his world a world I'd have to learn to respect.
"You don't have to fight yourself for me Eros, just be you and I'll learn how to make my way around your world" we stared at each other for what felt like forever, he wasn't expecting me to say that, he was expecting my usual outburst, lashing out emotions at him that he didn't understand.
I knew I had to be verbal about how I felt but not in an uncanny manner but in a way he would understand. I smiled to kill the tension,
"Let's just get this interview over with, we can talk later, over dinner or something" he chuckled a sound I never knew I missed.
"I should be the one asking you out on dates Ms. Feretti"
"I thought psychopaths were antisocial" I said, remembering a Google blog I looked up, he rolled his eyes a gesture he didn't do quite often but was funny to see, Eros with sass.
"Stay off google, we are social but I Eros Des'aire do not like people in my personal space too long has nothing to do with my disorder" I nodded.
"I see, good to know"
"And yes" he said making my brows crease in confusion.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, we can finish over dinner" I burst out laughing, holding my stomach at the tightening feeling.
"What, is there something on my face?" he said making me laugh even harder.
"Your blushing" I pointed out, the tip of his ears were as red as a tomato and it was cute as hell.
"Your cute" I said creating a blush of my own but quicky regretted as it registered that I just openly compliment Eros, the corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk and the incubus resurfaced, making the succubus twist and turn
My body suddenly became hot and I broke eye contact pulling out my phone.
"Let's begin, shall we" I said still not meeting his eyes, I was afraid of what I would see and how I would react.
He didn't push it however and I thank God, breathing a sigh of relief, the distant ache in my lower abdomen didn't fail in reminding me of what a monster he could be, he simply took the seat and pulled out his paper works before telling me to go on.
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Progress on Romana's part?
Or is Eros still the bad guy?
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The Psychopath | 18+
RomanceUnedited. Romana Feretti broke and alone, is desperately trying to pursue the life she had envisioned for herself ever since her parents death and that is to become a professional journalist for Scottsdale news. With one phone call and a meeting, sh...
