Tainted

Eesome

Eesome| pleasing to the eye
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Ariadne
I spent the rest of the day online shopping, since that seemed to be the only thing that could get the image of Romeo and Giana out of my head.

Alessio said I was allowed to order anything I wanted and anything necessary, which I did. I ordered panties, bras, sleepwear, etc. I loved shopping, so it really wasn't something I minded. I also got a whole ton of makeup.

My mind wandered back to Romeo a lot more than I'd like, and I hated it. I gave myself up to him without second thought, and I was beginning to regret that. Though, I will say, I also felt a bit relieved when I bled on him. As gross as that sounds. That meant Matteo and I never did anything. At least I think.

Romeo said it was okay to bleed my very first time, and I bled with him, so was that my first time? I hoped so.

God, when did I stoop so low that I was actually okay with Romeo taking my virginity? I guess that's because I was actually conscious for it, in contrast to the night with Matteo.

I was in a huge conference room, lying on a couch at the very far corner of the room. Alessio said he needed to get something done and a few other men accompanied him around a large table.

They spoke business while I tapped away on an Ipad. I didn't dare doing anything I wasn't supposed to because I knew that this Ipad was screen recording everything I did.

So, I just went on my merry way looking through the makeup I would likely never wear because death was awaiting.

It was late —well not really. It's only nine, but for some reason, I was completely worn out. I couldn't go to my room —or Romeo's room because he still wasn't back yet. Though, I couldn't help but wonder whether he was with Giana, and my stomach churned from the thought of them together.

I don't know why, but I didn't want to imagine Romeo with anyone else. Is this jealously?

He's going to kill you Ariadne, for God's sake can you be anymore desperate?

It wasn't until I heard the doorknob turn that my attention shifted from my Ipad.

I watch him walk in as put together as he was this morning, and I almost asked what setting spray he used to keep himself so intact.

His eyes immediately went to me, and I felt my cheeks heat up from his gaze. There was still not one wrinkle on his clothes, and I wondered how he did it.

The men quieted down on his account, but Romeo didn't so much as spare them a glance. Instead, he brought his gaze to mine, "let's go Ariadne." I almost asked where, but instead decided against that thought.

I winced as soon as my feet hit the floor, the sudden soreness hitting me almost immediately. Romeo looked unamused, though I'm sure he noticed my pained expression.

I make my way over to him, iPad still in hand and likely limping like an idiot. I didn't think having sex would leave me this sore, yet it did.

It was then that I remembered our conversation from this morning about my dress, and the next thing I found myself doing is bringing my hand up to my chest. As if I couldn't have been more obvious about my cleavage.

And of course, Romeo follows the movement, already knowing what's on my mind. I keep forgetting how perceptive he is, and at times, I feel like he can see right through me. "You don't think I forgot, do you?" He asks, his voice filled with sudden amusement.

I look down, not being able to meet the intensity of his gaze. "No," I whisper. Of course he wouldn't forget such a thing.

Instead of saying anything else, Romeo holds his hand out to take my iPad.