What Is Love 》 Hemlock Grove (Discontinued)

Twenty-Three

Flashback

I am so pissed off. First off, who the fuck does Roman think he is? If I'm not talking to you, there's a reason behind it. Two, if I said I'm not coming over to your house and make up some lame excuse, I'm not going. Three, he can't just talk to me like everything is fine after that bull shit of a stunt he did. Four, I can't believe I actually like that dickhead.

The only good thing that came out of this is that Cam went to the store to get ice cream and bundles of junk food for tonight. So at least I could blast my music and do my homework before he comes home. Get rid of all the stress and anger I had for the day. Which was kinda working until someone stopped my stereo.

I set my pen down. "That was really qui -" I stopped my sentence and my smile became a sneer. I thought it was Cam, but, no, it's the dumbass. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Roman raised his brow as he held up his notebook. "We're partners, remember?"

I rolled my eyes. "Like you suddenly care. And can't you just bride the professor to give you an A? Why are you here?" I stood up. "In fact, how did you get my address?"

Roman smirked. "I can be very persuasive."

I gave him a sarcastic chuckle. "Persuasive? You? Is buying my house address persuasive or did you have to fuck Ms. Indigo against the desk?"

If it were possible, Roman's smirk got wider. "Is that what this is about?"

"Is 'what' about?"

Roman took a predatory step towards me. "You're not mad at me cause of the project. It's because you're not that girl I've been fucking around with."

I stood my ground. "You're delusional. I don't care who you fucked."

"So it didn't bother you that I had her legs wrapped around me." Roman kept coming closer, challenging me. "That it was her pussy I was fucking. The way she came for me. You have no idea how good she felt." He smirked down at me. "Or maybe you do."

Slap!

My hand came up and collided with Roman's cheek. Roman's head snapped to the right before he turned and looked at me.

"Fuck you," I sneered while I pointed at him. I pushed him back. "Fuck you." I pushed him again harder. "Fuck you." Then one last time. Roman fell back on my bed with the last push. "Fuck you!"

Roman's eyes got dark as he looked up at me. Roman moved, but he didn't get up. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him. He smashed his lips against mine. I tried to push him back, but Roman tightened his grip around my waist. I soon melted into the kiss and grabbed his shirt. Oh, god. I never realized how much I missed kissing him.

Roman's got a bit excited. I could feel his excitement on my thigh. I moved around before I was straddling him. Roman tilted his head to get a better angle in this lustful kiss. I felt my hips grind against him. Roman moved one of his hands and grabbed my hips to help me got faster.

I slowly pulled away from him. Our lips brushing against each other as I whispered, "Fuck me."

It seemed like that was the code word for Roman. He grabbed my face and attacked my lips as he laid back. I pulled away and pulled my shirt over my head before tossing it to the side. Roman's mouth gaped, making me smirk, before I leaned down and kissed him again.

Flashback Over

The whole ride to Peter's was nonstop talk about Letha. Roman wanted to know if I knew what 'dipshit' got her pregnant. I seriously don't know. But, ever since the pregnancy, Letha's more...happy. I don't know if it's the hormones, but Letha's been happier than I have ever seen her. That's all that matters to me.