Destined | 18+

Part 37 - Ride Or Die 🌶️

Isla's POV

Roman fucking riled me up to no end. Here I was, literally dragging him upstairs to my place, asking if he wanted to stay for dinner, making sultry eyes at him and he fucking stood around like a stupid idiot!

What the fuck! What the actual fuck! Who has he been fucking and why is he here!

I drank my wine in absolute rage but he looked at me with such a blank stare.

"What?" He only managed to slowly ask, looking at me like a lost dog.

Ugh. I was so fucking tired. Tired of being heartbroken, tired of this whole situation, and also just...physically tired.

"Nothing." I had nothing to fucking tell him. I think my body began to just shut down by itself after that last large sip. My eyelids felt so heavy and my head was spinning. "I'm just so tired. I barely slept last night and school has really exhausted me." I tried to explain but wondered why the hell I felt so drunk. Might have been the fact that I only had breakfast that day...about twelve hours ago.

I placed the glass on the countertop but heard it shatter on the tile floor instead, right at my naked feet. I guess I missed the countertop and let it go in mid air.

I looked down confused but then again I felt my head spin and squeezed my eyes shut.

I felt Roman come up behind me and all of a sudden, I was floating in mid air. I yelped at what happened but then realized I was in his arms. My head fell back by itself and my eyes closed. I tried to keep them open but felt him carrying me somewhere and it felt so easy to descend into darkness.

It felt so good. For someone to carry me, somewhere unknown. Gentle and strong arms held my exhausted body and I didn't have to put any effort into anything.

I think he must have placed me on my bed because I felt something cool and soft beneath me, probably what a cloud feels like. My head spinning without any respite, I held onto his arm and I remember telling him not to go. To stay.

I felt his warm body on mine, his intoxicating smell hitting my nostrils. His large limbs enveloped me and I knew that he was beside me. Finally.

I fell asleep without tears...for the first time since I left LA.

But then I woke up alone, in the dark, a small light coming from downstairs where my kitchen was. I looked down and saw that I was wearing all my clothes, jeans and sweater. Shedding my sweater from the heat I wondered what time it was and where was Roman.

Did he...leave? But as soon as I thought that, I heard him quietly speak Russian downstairs. I made my way down the stairs, holding onto the railing for dear life and saw him looking at his phone, only the counter light on.

I saw the stove time said 9:35pm...I figured I must have just fallen asleep at a random time.

"Isla...you should go back to bed...you're exhausted. I'm going to leave soon." He said once he noticed me and I immediately felt the bitter taste of tears in my throat. I came closer to him and still dazed from my sleep, posed a very important question,

"Why...why are you leaving?"

"Because...you need to get some rest, you literally passed out from how tired you are." He spoke so gently but I noticed that he didn't touch me or even make any movement toward it.

I stood there holding back all my bitter tears but then conceded.

"Fine. You should go. I'm going to take a shower and then go back to bed. Thanks for the housewarming sushi." I faked a small smile but he didn't return it, just stared at me in contemplation. I slowly made my way upstairs and shed all my clothes as soon as I closed the bathroom door.