Amira's POV
I hear the elevator beep and realize that the devil has returned.
It's okay for me to call him that since he's keeping me against my fucking will.
Just like Persephone.
Except she ended up falling in love.
With her uncle, which is irrelevant.
That won't be me.
And now that I think about it, that's just Stockholm Syndrome.
"I brought you workout clothes."
I look over at the elevator and see Roman holding a suitcase.
"You have a gym in your complex?"
He nods.
"It's a private gym," he shrugs, walking over, "perks of owning the building."
His level of rich never ceases to amaze me.
"I should've known," I hold my forehead mockingly, "why wouldn't you own this building?"
He rolls his eyes.
"Get ready and I'll meet you down here in ten."
I stand up and walk up to him.
"Fine."
I go to grab the suitcase, but he pulls it back and brings it up himself.
"You're being awfully nice."
He doesn't say anything and keeps walking up the stairs.
Once we reach the top, I take my suitcase and we go our own ways to get ready.
I go to the guest room and go through the bag to see what he packed me.
Surprisingly he did an excellent job with the underwear and loungewear.
He must have experience with other women.
Why do I care?
I shouldn't.
I can't.
I can't just fall for any guy who gives me attention.
Yet that is exactly what is going on.
But he also gets me, in some way, and I am starting to enjoy his presence a little.
I have to get away from him.
Picking up a black sports bra and matching leggings, I head to the bathroom and change. I take my clothes off and put the set on, walk back to the room, and pull socks and sneakers on. He even packed hair ties, there must be someone else. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I walk down to the kitchen, grab two water bottles from the fridge, and sit down on the couch.
All I can think about is how badly I don't want to be around Roman right now.
Maybe if I put distance between us for a week or two, I'll stop these feelings from escalating and we can get back to being enemies.
Now all I need is a reason to leave New York.
And after a lot of thinking, all I came up with was visiting my mother.
I have hit rock bottom if I want to willingly see my mother.
I grab my phone and call my sister.
"Amira?"
"Hi, Alia."
I can hear her mute the call.
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Illusions
Romance"None of it was real, it was all an illusion" Amira Rose and Roman Sokolov are forced to begin a contractual relationship after having no other option, beginning one of the biggest illusions in the A-list world. Amira Rose: Model and sweetheart, sh...
