His Deadly Wife (A Roman Godfrey/Hemlock Grove fanfic) book 3

Chapter 27

Roman hung up the phone, unaware that Alyse was standing behind him listening in on his conversation with his mother. "Call your mother back and tell her to drop by for a visit."

Roman turned and spotted Alyse standing in the doorway. "Alyse, I honestly believe that we should talk about this. Are you absolutely sure that you want Olivia hanging around our newborn son? Because it could stress him out. Olivia doesn't exactly give off calming vibes. If anything, Olivia might cause Calix to become restless."

"Do you value all of your female employees at work," Alyse asked.

"What? What does that have to do with Olivia coming over to our house to pay a visit," Roman asked confused.

"Answer the damn question, and I will answer your question. Now, do you value the employees that work for you," Alyse asked again.

"They help get things done. And in return for a job well done, they get paid well. But what do my female employees have anything to do with Olivia, coming over to see our son," Roman asked.

Alyse smirked. "I'm so glad you asked Roman. If you continue to refuse to give me what I want, I'll gladly kill every single female that you employ at the White Tower. And this will only continue, until I get my hands on one woman that I want dead. Now who is it that you are going to hand over to me; all of your female employees who work at the White Tower alongside you, or your pathetic excuse of a mother?"

Roman took a moment to think about what Alyse said. "If I give you my mother, will you be done with being a murderous little psychopath?"

"I don't know. I guess that really all depends on you and your actions," Alyse said.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Roman asked.

"You know what it means Roman. Are you truly done fooling around with the women who work for you? Because I know that the Amanda whore wasn't the only one that you bent over, when you felt the urge to want to fuck someone. Did you honestly believe that I wouldn't find out about the other women, who are waiting for the right time to come crawling out, talking about how good you were in bed with them? Word does travel fast Roman. I don't need to be on top of you twenty-four hours seven days a week, to know all about your little office activities. If it keeps up, you won't like how things change," Alyse warned.

"Alyse, you know I get turned on when you talk like that. Why do you torture me, knowing that I can't be intimate with you, until you are all healed up," Roman asked.

"Because it's fun watching you squirm, knowing that if you go to screw another woman to get your jollies, all while I'm stuck here in my own personal hell of not getting any sexual gratification, then you're not getting any sexual gratification. Granted I will heal a hell of a lot faster than a mortal. But that's not the point. The point that I'm getting at is, if I can't have sex, then neither can you," Alyse said putting her foot down, letting Roman know that cheating on her was not an option.

Roman smirked. So, she's finally accepting that she's meant to be mine. Maybe I can use this to my advantage and see if she will help remove a thorn from my side, Roman thought.

"So, if I go and cheat on you with another woman, you will kill her," Roman asked.

"You already know the answer to that Roman," Alyse said while walking towards Roman until she was standing in front of him. Alyse grabbed a hold of roman's dick in a tight grip to show him that she meant what she said. "Your dick has no business being placed in another woman. Should you go ahead and ignore my warning, not only would the other woman die, but I will also rip your dick off, and make sure that you bleed out and stand there watching as you die a slow and horrible death. Are we on the same page as one another, Roman?"