Illusions

19. movie

Amira's POV

I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared.

I've been scared for a while now but Roman slept over so much that I felt safe because someone was there for me.

That and he lifts.

Roman's guest room is so far from his room that I feel like if something did happen, he wouldn't get to me in time. I'm not saying I wouldn't be able to protect myself, it's just that I know that James would overpower me eventually. 

As we finish eating, I'm drifting off to sleep after the long day I've had. Signing all of those documents in Roman's cold and empty office was no joke.

"Let's get you in bed."

Fuck.

I'm dying to sleep but I hate that guest room.

If I can fall asleep in the living room then he would probably leave me there.

"Can we watch a movie?"

He eyes me.

"I thought you were tired."

"I know I'm going to lay awake for a couple of hours," I shrug and sit up, trying to seem more awake, "come on, it's a Friday night."

The last bit really gets him, I think.

"Fine."

I get up and smile.

"That wasn't so hard."

He rolls his eyes and reaches for my dishes, which I pull away from his reach.

"You served dinner, I'll put these in the dishwasher."

"Okay," he says, getting up and grabbing glasses from the cabinet, "I'll be in the living room, what do you want to watch?"

Good question.

"You pick."

"That's a lot of pressure."

"Good."

He leaves and I rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Laika runs in and stands in front of me, waiting for me to do something. I rub her belly and she shakes her tail.

I love her.

Sadly, she gets up and walks away, leaving me alone again, so I walk out to the living room.

Roman is nowhere to be seen.

"Roman?"

I start looking around and find him coming out of a hallway, unphased.

"Hurry up, Roman."

He rolls his eyes.

"Is a minute too long for you?"

Jesus Christ, why am I here?

"Shut the fuck up."

He puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes me onto the couch.

"Do you want a blanket?"

I nod and he grabs one from a basket.

"Is that new," I ask, "I don't think I saw it last time I was here?"

He looks down at the basket.

"I don't know, maybe Edward got it."

"It's a good system," he eyes me, awaiting an explanation, "having a blanket basket so they're all in one place."

"Right."

I roll my eyes and take the remote from him.

He pours us bourbon and I take the glass because I will be needing alcohol to deal with him any longer.