Naomi and Roman have been unlikely friends since birth, when they grow apart from Olivia's distaste, they go years without seeing each other, only to be brought back together when they've reached teenage and hormones and emotions as well as other tr...
(A.N. There's some smut later on in this chapter, you've been warned. Enjoy lovelies 😉).
A week passed and my job was going really well and I'd already made a new friend called Ashley who was a year older than me and knew a lot about alien theories and how to make the best tea.
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Roman seemed to be getting more agitated at work as I'd heard an answerphone messege when he went to speak to Norman outside one time, it was a woman warning Roman about his violent behaviour lashing out at his colleagues and saying it can't go on. I wondered what had happened at work to make him have the security woman call him. It was around 10pm so I showered and waited in bed for Roman to come out the bathroom. Finally he emerged with a towel wrapped round his waist with wet hair dripping down his back a little and his face as he pushed his hand through it, steam rolling off his toned body. Shit, I needed to get my act together and ask him what's going on.
"Roman...?" I questioned a little nervously, crossing my legs over the sheets as I looked at him as he dried himself before climbing into bed beside me, pulling the sheets over me and pulling my waist so I'd lie with him. We were facing each other and he had that look in his eyes, smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes focused on my lips. I felt heat build in my stomach when he did that, he always made me forget what I need to say. I snapped out of it and finally questioned him about the call. "White Tower's security called when you were with Norman." I saw Roman's demeanour suddenly change as his eyes snapped back to mine with furrowed brows, sitting up.
"What?" Roman simply said as if he was shocked I'd asked. I bit my lip before answering. "What did you do Roman?" I spoke in a small voice, not wanting to anger him as he was already tired from work. "The fuck do you mean? What did the call say?" Roman lashes out. I regretted saying anything now. "The uh, the woman talking said you'd caused a violent scene and lost it really bad at one of your work employees." Roman knew he wasn't getting out of this one. He slowly ran both hands through his hair releasing a heavy breath as he closed his eyes before looking back at me, eyes now half lidded from exhaustion.
"What else she say?" I tried remembering the call which wasn't that hard. "She said if it happens once more you're in some kind of trouble." I said concerned. Roman looked blankly ahead at nothing in particular. I reached up to cup his face in my hands, bringing his wandering eyes back to mine to get an answer from him. "Roman, what the fuck happened?" I said calmly but concerned as his eyes latched to mine. "I was just doing too much. Works been doubling and when I went to get some important plans on the iPad from Trevor, there was stuff missing and he was so.. so fucking helpless, just stood there doing fuck all. I smashed the iPad on the floor and ended up losing my cool with pretty much everyone in the room." I felt my brows furrow at his words, picturing the scene play out. "Oh Roman.." Is all I could say, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs before kissing his lips. "You can't lose your shit like that." I had to say something but I knew he already regretted it. "Yeah, this weeks just totally not been my week." Roman looked down. I scanned my head thinking of all the things that could've had a negative effect on Roman this week and then it brought me to Norman. Roman's seemed tense since he got back in from talking with him.
"What did Norman want?" I hesitantly asked, my fingers nervously fumbling in my lap. "He just wanted to see how everything was I guess. The usual you know." Roman only briefly looked at me in that sentence which indicated he was possibly lying. "No. The truth." I replied locking eyes with his again. Roman's brows furrowed and a crease above his nose formed as he almost scowled at me. "You think I'm fucking lying?" I kinda regretted ever asking now but I had to, I wasn't scared of Roman, I just hated it when he would act like this. "Yes. I can always tell when you are Roman." I said calmly, resting my hand on his wrist to which he seemed to calm down a bit, the angry forehead crinkles disappearing as he placed his other hand over mine. "Hey.." I gave a reassuring smile, catching Roman's attention. "What's on your mind?" I spoke softly, placing my free hand on top of Roman's and rubbing my thumb over his knuckle soothingly.
"Norman's finally had the balls to tell me he's my father." Roman spoke with slightly clenched teeth. "What? You, you already knew?" I stuttered concerned and surprised. "I figured it out. Makes sense, Olivia fucking him all those years behind JR's back. It makes perfect sense." Roman looked at the floor as he spoke. I didn't know what to do, I felt truly useless. "Hey. I'm here and I know this seems totally fucked up right now, but things'll straighten out, just like they always do, most things do. And who your father is doesn't determine who you are." I felt cheesy saying this and cliche but Roman seemed to be listening to me intently and before I knew it he had me by the hips, lips on mine in a passionate kiss before lifting me into the kitchen counter. "Take off your clothes." He demanded, eyes filled with lust as they scanned me. I began removing them as quick as I could but Roman stopped me. "Do it slow." Smirking, I did what he said and slowly took off all my clothes right down to my underwear and bra. "And you." I said in more confidence making Roman run his tongue over his lips quickly before he began removing his clothes too.
Before long, his lips were on my neck and collarbone, pulling my legs further apart, placing my calves over his shoulders before diving straight in, pleasuring my core with his soft, warm mouth. My fingers ran through his tousled hair as I became a moaning mess, the classic manliness of Roman's kitchen making this even hotter. Before I knew it, my legs were round Roman's waist and he slammed into me, then looked at me with concern to see if I was ok. "Fuck me." Is all I could say before he pulled out and pushed back in at a punishing pace, creating insane pleasure racking through me. After a good 20 minutes (A.N: Gettin it on dayum lmao) we were both becoming breathless and trying to hold our orgasms was becoming very hard. Roman continued his pace almost getting faster. "Naomi-fuck. I'm gonna-" "Me too." I breathed quickly before he kept hitting that spot continuously over and over again, both of us a mess. After several more thrusts we both came and just tried to catch our breath for a few minutes. Roman eventually lifted his head from my shoulder and his large green eyes now half lidded, gazed into mine as his thumb graze over my cheek softly looking at me with slightly furrowed brows, his face looking at me with tenderness. "Are you ok?" He mumbled concernedly to me, forehead against mine. I didn't realise I was crying till his thumb smeared a tear on my cheek. "Yeah, I just.. that was so intense, and beautiful and I, I fucking love you. So much." I didn't know why I got so emotional, I never did during sex but we needed each other right now and there was so much going on and for a second we were drifting slightly but now we were tight again and it felt good.
Roman gave a soft chuckle but in a touched way before pecking my forehead with his swollen lips. "I love you too much. You know that?" He pulled me into a hug before helping me out my bra and panties back on as well as his and taking my hand, walking upstairs to shower off. Once we'd showered and climbed into bed, Roman switched in the TV and we chose a film to watch and fell asleep in each other's arms towards the end.
