Drawn to Him

thirty - three

MATURE 18+ (smut)

Roman's POV:

I've been following her all day, literally. I won't leave Seattle until I have my answer, and if I don't like that answer kidnapping is always an option.

She hasn't went to work, she's been shopping, out to lunch and is back at her apartment. I've been sitting across the street for about ten minutes.

My phone started ringing and Isaac's name popped up on the screen. I answered and he's on speaker. "What", I said. "What are you doing you sound tense", he replied.

what the fuck?

"How do I sound tense?" I questioned. "I don't know", he says. "Then shut up", I fired. I hear him laugh on the other side of the call.

"Why'd you call?" I asked him. "Just seeing how long you'll be in Seattle, tell me how is the city of the Seahawks?" he says in joking like tone. I stayed staring at the apartment entrance hoping to see Elise.

"They're fine, and I don't know, she's being stubborn", I mumble. "Like someone else I know", Isaac says. I narrowed my eyes and glared but realized we're on the phone. So I hang up.

Right as I did I saw her walking out. A man with her. Well shit. It looked like her other brother Luca. So he's not dead, interesting.

They parted ways and I continued to follow her. She stopped at Starbucks then went to an art gallery. What's she doing at an art gallery?

She was walking in and I after her, she went through these doors and I tried to follow but I was stopped.

A fat looking man in a suit had his hand on my chest. I looked between him and his hand. He removed it. "Sir you can't go in that's a private show", he said.

I look at the sign on a door that says "Private Show, No Entry"

"I'm her husband, we were supposed to meet here after my meeting", I come up with a quick lie. He looks me over then opens the doors.

Walking through the long wide room with all white walls had a selection of art. In the middle of the room there was one bench further left, one in the middle and another further to my right.

Elise was further down on my right staring at one of the paintings.
I walked up and stood behind her. "Aren't you bored? You've been following me all day", She says softly.

So she's been onto me. A part of me is proud.

"You gonna give me an answer?" I ask. She looks over her shoulder and smirks. "I don't know", she said.

"Hm well I have a question, sort of, you've been living with Luca?"

Elise doesn't say anything just moves on to another painting. This one had two people standing below a full moon.

She tilted her head at it and folded her arms. "I have", she answered my question. "So he's not dead"? I lead on.

"No", She stated. I nod. So why hasn't she forgiven me yet, both of her brothers aren't dead just one.

Well actually I don't think that's any better.

"You know, for two years now I've loved going to art galleries or museums, I find it a nice place to think and calm down", she blurts.

"I tried forgetting you", she added. That caught my attention. "I tried starting over, how pathetic that was huh", she scoffed.

"I hoped you wouldn't come looking for me, I hoped you'd tried to forget about me as well", she continued.

I shove my hands in my pockets and look at the back of her head. "Guess I'm just as naive as I was before", she whispered to herself.