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5 | Clara Saint

"𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨..."

𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬

I ruffle my hair with a towel and exit the bathroom, making my way to the spare bedroom Roman had provided for me in his massive mansion. A knock on the door catches my attention, and I turn my head to respond. "Yeah," I reply, and the door creaks open as Roman enters.

He's dressed in a black shirt and pants, and I instinctively clutch the towel wrapped around my body a little tighter. "Sorry, just brought you some clothes," he says with a warm smile as he places folded garments on the bed. "I'm sorry about today; I don't even know what happened."

"Hm, neither do I."

It was your brother, that piece of shit.

"Well, we didn't make it to the dinner, so I had the chef whip something up for you. Come down whenever you're ready."

"Thank you, Roman. And by the way, I was going to say yes." We both know I wouldn't have said no. He chuckles.

"And what happens after you say yes again?" I take his hand and draw him closer.

"I would've had to kiss you." Both of us understand the implications, and he nods, pressing his lips to mine. His hand finds its way to my back, and the towel is the only thing separating our bodies.

I pull away, knowing that if we go any further without a ring on my finger and a marriage contract signed, my father will kill me.

But fuck it.

I grab his shirt and pull him closer, and he takes my face in his hands as we stumble back toward the bed, our lips locked in a passionate embrace.

I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his well-built body. His lips trail down my neck, and the intensity between us rises. I'm clad in nothing but a towel, and I can feel his dick pressing against me. He kisses down my neck, before reaching towards my chest, just as I was about to undo the towel-

"Well, we better stop here, children," a dark voice suddenly echoes through the room. Startled, I gasp and turn my head to see Vincent and Niko standing by the door with folded arms. Roman groans in frustration, burying his head in the pillow. Vincent's intense gaze locks onto mine as he speaks.

"No sex until marriage," he admonishes. I can't help but hate him more in this moment. It's confirmed. I just don't understand what his problem is?

"Vincent, leave my husband and I alone," I retort.

"You and your fiancé," he corrects me. "And no, I won't have you break a rule on the contract. So get off each other, get changed, and come down to eat. It seems you've had quite a long day." Reluctantly, I slide off Roman and lean against the headboard of the bed. "Give him back his shirt," Vincent instructs.

"Vincent, please stop," Roman implores, standing up as I hand him his shirt. "You always have to embarrass me." With that, Roman pushes past both of them and leaves the room. Vincent exchanges a knowing look at me.

"He's a man now Vincent." I whisper. "Men have needs no? Wasn't it my job to fuck him."

"When you're married."

I slipped off the bed, my steps carrying me closer to him, still holding the towel tightly around my body. "Do you have needs?" I whispered, my hand slowly descending down his blazer. "Needs like the one that compelled you to push me into that fucking fountain?"