Destined | 18+

Part 14 - The Truth

Roman's POV

Taking Isla to the dinner was breaking me apart. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her but she seemed more distant and colder than ever. I obviously took it too far last time I saw her. I regretted asking her to this dinner in the first place, everything was such a fucking mess now.

I double regretted it when I saw Sergei's eyes travel over her body. Incredible anger and jealousy exploded inside me like a bomb. He had no right to lay his filthy eyes on her. What was worse is that I recognized that look; that's how he looked when he was interested.

I left Isla sitting at the dinner table and went to shake hands with all the 'important' people, Sergei at my side. When we were done the small talk, he stood beside me and turned toward our table with a small smile.

"Well, well, look who you sheltered, like an abandoned puppy. She's still at your house then, huh?" He spoke Russian with humour and sarcasm.

I didn't answer anything, just watched him watch her. I've known him for what feels like forever but never have I wanted to kill him more than in this moment.

"She's been around for a while now. You fuck her yet?" He asked me, his eyes absolutely glued to her. I stayed silent.

"She's really not your type, Roma. Cute. Innocent. She's girlfriend and wife material. Look at her. She will be loyal, raise good kids, take care of the house, spread her legs obediently. You're not into that shit, you can't hold a woman down." Sergei kept talking and I kept my arms crossed. I felt like my teeth would crack from how I clenched my jaw at his words.

"Shut the fuck up, Seryoga, what the fuck got into you?" I finally retorted something, minutes away from strangling him.

"Oohh...looks like Roma caught...feelings?" He finally turned to me, smiling like a complete psychopath, "And for a piece of trash too, that he picked up from the street!"

I wasn't going to listen to his bullshit anymore and turned away from him before he could say anything else. I was so irritated and riled up and I knew I would bash his face in if I stayed beside him.

I saw how he watched her across the table during dinner. It was obvious that something happened between them on the dance floor. I don't know what the fuck he said to her but I watched their entire dance, not missing a second. I saw him slide his hand over her ass, I didn't miss anything. After he left her in the middle of the dance floor, she looked absolutely petrified.

The dinner finished and Isla sat beside me in the front seat of my car, completely immobile, barely breathing and not making a sound.

"You're a really good dancer." I finally broke the silence. "Did you take lessons?"

"Mm-hmm, yeah. I used to dance ballroom and Latin for like, ten years." She responded with a high pitched voice and tried to make it sound light. Wow. What could have possibly happened between them?

I decided not to take her home and took her to a small diner that was a bit off the beaten path. They had great food but the place looked like a complete hole in the wall. She didn't even ask where we were going or why we were here. She obediently got out of the car when I opened her door and without looking at me, waited for me to lead her.

"Isla? Are you okay?" I asked as she stood in front of me at the passenger door. She finally looked up and faked a smile.

"Yes. I'm just tired. That's all."

"It's only like 10:30. Don't you usually go to bed past midnight?" I questioned her knowing she was lying.

"Are we getting burgers and milkshakes, what is this place?" She switched the subject quickly, still smiling her fake smile.