Valenci: Never Lose Me

Chapter Eighteen

Valenci
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By the time I'm done, it's 11:30 at night. I shut my laptop and lean back in my chair. It's done.  Rohm's boss just received all the papers he needs to unlock her trust and transfer the money to her account.

Even after our discussion, she was hesitant to sign the necessary documents, like she just couldn't believe that I had no interest in taking any of the money for myself.

I start to wonder if this might be the first time she owns something for herself that would at least explain why she seems so suspicious every time I wanna do something for her.

But maybe now she realizes that all I wanna do is make her life easier, especially after her mother failed to do so too often.

Not only when she was alive, but even now that she's dead, what a pity that Martina is already cold and in the ground or whatever my father disposed of her body

Out of love, to just have three minutes alone with her. The rest of the condo is shrouded in darkness and silence only when I step into the living room; it is illuminated by the soft glow of the TV.

Rohm lies curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket, her eyes glued to some show called Baddies. When I walk toward the couch and sit behind her, she sits up. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me.

Tears she shed earlier have long dried, but the look on her face is still of pure misery. I pull her harder against my chest and press the kiss on her cheek.

"It's all done, baby." She lets out a long breath as she leans back into me, but I can't say if it's relief or exhaustion.

"And I promise you I won't get involved in any aspects of your life unless it's to keep you safe." She turns her head to look at me and forces a smile.

"I should miss her, shouldn't I?" it takes me a second to realize what, or better, who she is talking about.

"I should hate you. I should be angry. I should want to take your eyes out of your head and tear your heart out of your chest, even if it makes me a horrible person. I don't, and as much as I try, I can't be angry. I just feel so alone; I felt alone even when she was alive."

Her words take me completely off guard, and I have nothing I can say to her right now, so I press my lips on the top of her head.

"But you aren't alone anymore." Rohm nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck.

"I know... you know you're making it impossible for me to hate you."

"That's the point, sweetie." Rohm moves a bit away from me.

"I'm sorry for going off on you like that. I was just so-"

"You don't have to apologize, but just be warned that the next time you act out with me, I'll put you in your place." Her cheeks turned dark red, which was cute, but judging by the way her pupils dilated and her breathing caught in her throat. She likes that prospect just as much as I do, and it gets her to laugh nervously and softly.

A beautiful sound and a perfect change after seeing her cry so much today I grab her waist and pull her into me until she straddles me.

"How about we move on to something else that's more fun?"

"So we're done talking?"

"What I want to do involves your mouth, but certainly no talking." I run my thumb across her lip, and she slightly parts her mouth at my touch.

A better man would harbor some guilt over his actions. Thank God, I ain't no better man. Rohm licks her lips, and the sight alone makes me hard. The thought of her full pink lips around my dick makes me even harder.