No Strings Attached? // Roman Godfrey

Club night.

It was about a week since Peter had shown Letha that he was a werewolf, and she seemed to handle it pretty well.

Or so you thought.

You were laying on the couch, watching some tv, when you got a call from Letha.

"Letha, what's up?" You answered the phone.

"Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go to the club with me tonight?" You heard her reply. "I need a girls night out and I kinda need to talk to you."

"Yeah sure, I'll go. Is there anything wrong or?" You said, slightly concerned.

"Oh, not really." She quickly said. "I just wanna talk to someone who knows Peter well. Thought maybe you could help me a bit with how to deal with, you know."

You chuckled a little, "Yeah I know. We can talk!"

"Ah thanks! I'll pick you up at 11, is that okay?" She asked, and you heard the relief in her voice.

"Of course, see you then!" You said, before hanging up.

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You were just deciding which shoes you were going to wear to the club, when you heard the front door shut.

Roman had been spending all day with Peter, doing god knows what, and by the sound of how hard the door was slammed shut, you figured he was a bit irritated by something.

You looked at your dark red dress in the mirror and looked at the shoes next to your feet. Sneakers were ususally your go-to shoes, but this dress just asked for heels.

And knowing Letha, you'd probably sit down in one of the boots anyways, chatting, drinking and occasionally gossiping about some people that were walking/dancing by.

You grabbed the heels, shoved the sneakers back into the closet and walked downstairs.

Checking the clock, 10:45 pm, you knew you had to hurry. Letha was always a few minutes early.

"Where are you going, dressed like that?" You heard Roman ask from the living room.

As you put on your shoes, you looked up at him. "Letha asked me to go to the club with her. So that's where I'm going."

Roman looked at you and scanned your body as you got up to grab your coat. He looked extremely annoyed and practically rolled his eyes at you.

"Is there a problem?" You asked, walking into the living room.

He got up and stood in front of you. "Are you planning on fucking someone tonight?"

You scoffed. "Why would you think that?"

You slightly narrowed your eyes at him, you weren't afraid of an annoyed Roman at all.

"That tight and short dress you're wearing is asking for it." He snapped at you.

He was so easy to get mad though.

"And what if I am planning on fucking someone tonight hm?" You teasingly said.

You had found your new favorite game; making Roman jealous, and probably all worked up.

He put his hands on your hips and leaned in, mumbling next to you ear, "No one but me can fuck you."

"Oh Roman, you're so wrong there." You mumbled, slowly taking his hands off your hips. "We're just friends with benefits. We're not together. So we can both have as much fun as we want."