"Your clothes. They bother me. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟."
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Marriage was not for love -it was for business. It was a strategic move that one had to make wisely. For the Lombardis and the Morettis, this marriage was the most calculated, showstopping...
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She turned to her closed door, imagining how he must look outside it.
She looked down at herself. Oh, God, she was still naked save for her underwear.
"Um, one second," she spoke, throwing on her satin robe and tying it securely around herself before unlocking her door.
Opening it she swallowed her gasp when she discovered him right there in front of her, a hand above the doorframe. She had nowhere to look but his addicting eyes and nothing to feel but the warmth he radiated.
"I have to go," he swallowed, looking away from her.
Her lips twitched downwards but she kept her composure. She knew this would happen. The cold, annoyed look in his eyes told her such. He regretted it. It was okay, she did too. At least, she tried to say to herself she did.
"Okay," she nodded, staying nonchalant.
"I'll be back late. Maybe morning," he said, looking at her for any reaction.
Her stomach churned and she felt a sharp pain in her chest. Right. She nodded, keeping her face blank. He didn't say another word before turning around to leave.
"Bye," she spoke, watching his retreating figure. He didn't respond, simply shutting the door after him and leaving her alone. Again. She couldn't deny the slight hurt she felt but knew that it was well-deserved.
He might be back in the morning?
She never thought he would be cheating but now...
Was he going to see someone else?
Was that why whenever he touched her, whenever they were intimate, he was so cold the next time he saw her? He was guilty? Did he have someone on the side, whom he actually cared about?
He was going to see the other woman and spend the night with her while he regretted their kiss and everything in between. She stood in her closet, right where he left her unmoving. She was ashamed that she felt hurt; she had no right.
Roman walked down the hall, a crease between his brows. Why didn't she ask where he was going and why he was leaving? She just let him go so easily, not being confused as to why he was leaving after those minutes of lust. She had acted like they had never kissed, that she was never bare against him, and he wasn't two minutes away from being inside her.
He pursed his lips, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he walked down the hall, his thoughts on overdrive. Why was she like this? So...docile --obedient?
His steps faltered. It was like he hired her. She rarely ever talked back to him and always agreed with what he said. He could've told her that he was going to kill himself and she would've just nodded and asked no questions. He liked it when people didn't question him...but when she didn't, it was wrong.
