Obsession

Chapter 18

*Roman's POV*

"Listen Rom.."
"I'm in no, mood, leave"I said wincing in pain, slamming the door of my lockerroom.

I washed my face, which lookrd totally exhausted, rested my hardworking ass on the bench and pity myself.

'I loved her.
I certainly did. I trusted her, and yes I certainly did. How can I forget that she, is a Flair. That's what Flairs do, Cheat.
They've been doing this their entire life.
Who knew falling in love was like handing over a loaded gun, and trusting her not to pull the trigger, but she did pull it.'

My mind swooning in these deep thoughts were interrupted by someone opening the door with full force. Ambrose.

"Big guy, what the hell has happened to you?"he asked.

Didn't bother to reply.

"I'm talking to you? Speak asshole" he said.
"Can you just get the fuck out for now Ambrose!? I DONT WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE." I slammed the door with the burden of betrayal on my brain and heart.

"Big guys, can't bear hearbreaks"
What my dad used to say. Everything was so true. As if a virtual arrow shot right through my chest. It was a sensation to lowkey go to depression and to get this shit out my head, I changed packed my bag and left for a drink.

"Brotha!!"Ambrose joined again. I shouldn't blame him for his constant trial to actually give me company. It's all because of her.
"Let's drink together"he cheered and threw our bags in the trunk driving to the finest clubs.

"It got all hot chicks here pal, your going to forget what bothers ya"he calmly said. "Ass." I murmured before entering the weird atmosphere.

"What fuckery is going on here?"I asked Dean. "I. DON'T. KNOW." He said flabbergasted himself.

'Who cares I came to drink.'

"What would you prefer, hottie" the bartender's creepy tone, slutty look and her question made me to throw up but,

"I'd prefer anything, just to take me out of heartbreak"I answered.
"Got it"she winked pouring the alcohol in the glass.

*Charlotte's POV*
"Where is this girl? She said 20 it's been 40 whole minutes"I whined looking at the clock.
Suddenly someone started banging my door with heavy knocks as if an assassin is chasing her. "This girl"I said my heart pounding and unlocking the door only to find a drunk Roman falling in my arms. My body froze as I saw his condition.

"Jesus Ro..Roman wha"

"Don't, call my name you filthy woman"he roared closing the door, tripping.
"Y..our drunk!? I'll take you to.."

"How can you even do this to me?"he roughly flinched, and carried my trembling body and placed me on the counter table, sliding all the utensils down on the floor.

"I loved you, I did love you and t...
This is how you pay sleeping with men as Brock? What wrong had I done that made you test me like this?" He harshly grabbed my shoulders and it made me even more terrified of his fierce side.

"Roman, please leave"I exclaimed swallowing the lumps in my throat "I have no answers to your questions.."

"I WON'T TILL I SAY WHAT I HAVE TO"he yells with his drowsy eyes, his huge body shivering with frustration.... and the chill temperature of the room.

"Don't force me just leave"

"You have to answer me,why?"he suddenly softens.

"Roman please don't I swear I'll just take action I can't talk.."

This arguement increased decibel by decibel until he finally grabbed my face and his lips collide mine, our violent tones silently softening.
I couldn't help but fall deeper into his kiss and let my tears join me. My legs wrapped around his waist and eyes were shut till he carried me over and layed on the soft bed caressing every muscle of mine, hardly leaving any space between us. Alcohol escaping his breath and it was very obvious he had no control over his tolerance, but he continued to do his usual "Roman Thing" that's totally loved by me.

"You totally treat guys your age" he giggles, drowsiness dripping his eyes and without missing another moment, it was me topping over his emotions by cupping his face, and totally let my poison do the job.

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