Mischief

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I blinked my eyes and woke up to see the sunlight from the window that didn't well to cover the powerful sun. It bothered my sleep, I turned around and met Roman's face.

He was sleeping peacefully, like an innocent kid. I stared at his features and blushed because of the perfection, his eyelashes that are long enough to make a girl jealous, his pink full lips with a straight nose.

As I couldn't stop my body to move from itself, my fingers went to touch his eyelids down to his nose. I took a whole minute to caress the part of his face before going over his lips.

I touched slightly the bottom lip and rubbed it softly, it was a pink color. Suddenly, he licked his lips making me touch his tongue and instinctively I moved my finger away while watching him smirk.

"Having fun, my dear?" He muttered with his deep, hoarsely voice.

"I need to leave." I changed the subject, as I was about to sit up, an arm refrained me from sitting up.

"Let's just sleep, darling. I'm tired." He grumbled and tightened his hold, making it impossible for me to get out.

"Roman, I need to go to work." I complained, he groaned and finally let me go. If I didn't say anything about my work, he wouldn't let me go.

"After your shift, I will pick you up." He said with his eyes closed and I sighed, it's been some days I haven't seen my family and I wish to see them.

"Can you do that tomorrow? I need to see Halsey." My mother was in hospital and Halsey was at her friend's house.

"Today is a special day." He told me with his hooded eyes and a smirk plastered on his face. I frowned and crossed my arms, what is he talking about?

"What's happening today?"

"A special guest from Italy will be staying with us, she's been waiting to meet you."

"Does she knows about the deal?" I asked him as I tied my shoelaces, while we were talking I dressed up into a white jumper and blue flared jeans.

"Nope, my little wife." He made a pop sound with his mouth, I turned my head to see him, he was sitting up with his flawless half-naked torso. The tattoo that keeps appearing on the side of his neck, my drawing.

"Stop calling me that." I sighed deeply, he shook his head and beckoned with his fingers to come close to him.

I approached him and he grabbed my waist, pulling me close to his body. He leaned over and placed his lips against mine, I was struggling to get out of his hold.

I never understood why he felt the need to kiss me when no one is around us, we don't even love each other. We are not together for real.

I pushed him away when he didn't pay attention and bid him goodbye before leaving the mansion. I got on my bicycle and started to wheel on the road.

I don't love Roman, so why am I finding pleasure to kiss him or whenever he holds me close to him. I like when he says that I'm his fiancée, it feels...comforting.

Before I knew it, I bumped my bicycle into someone. I screamed and got pushed away, falling on the ground. I let go of my bicycle and ran over to the person that I hit.