My Roommate Is A Greek God (ON HOLD)

8| My Roommate Is My Logodnică

8| My Roommate Is My Logodnică

I tried to make this chapter some what long, but I don't know if it came out right. This chapter is where a change in the intensity of this story begins. Please, enjoy and I promise better chapters to come. :)

Dedicated to Pariz_Love for the beautiful cover at the side

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What the fuck did I just sign myself up for?

I had agreed to meeting Sasha's family, his Romanian family which is probably big and filled with beautiful people and I'm just a girl from New York. I shouldn't compare myself to others or feel a a type of way but this is Sasha, not a regular human being.

I looked at myself over in the mirror, by the way Sasha seemed to dress I decided to match that attire. I've only put on an all black skater dress with a boat neckline. My shoes were only regular flats because I don't wear heels, I would fall just trying to reach for the door. My hair was out in a pompadour hairstyle. My hands were shaking because this was the best I've dressed in a long time, and I was going to meet Sasha's family.

"Ok, let's go," I chirped once I got out of the room. I wanted to avoid looking at me because I wasn't the fanciest person, and it felt weird when I tried.

Looking at Sasha I noticed I snapped him out of deep thinking. Then he looked at me...in the most weird way, which I can tell he was staring. But I don't think he knew.

"As You look-"

"Let's save the jokes for another day," I said quickly cutting him off, "where are we going to meet the Rumanceks?"

When he got up from his seat on the couch and walked over to me, he towered me, "I was going to say you look...nice," he paused, "and we are meeting them at La Travitta, the French restaurant."

"Why so fancy?" I asked suddenly and looked at him. He rolled his eyes and headed back to the couch to put the blazer jacket, which he took off while I got ready.

"Because that's how my family is," he sounded disappointed as he fixed his tie and once again he was look suave and sexy as always. I felt equivalent to a floating trash bag.

We walked over to the door and then Sasha stopped me, "you have to promise me to be yourself and don't change over the course of this evening, it would only make things worse."

And with that we left the apartment, and I was both scared and confused of his advice.

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The whole warning and brooding earlier made somewhat of sense, as I was now sitting in front of the Rumancek family. They were all extremely good-looking but everyone of them were intimadating except for Sasha.

But that's probably because he was too busy eating his food than actaully making coversation.

And especially the head of the Rumancek family, Vladmir Rumancek. I had learned that was the name of Sasha's father. Mr. Rumancek had a stern look on his face from the first time he's seen his son tonight, a deadly look. Something Sasha wasn't phased of witnessing or returning it to his father.

Viorica Rumancek, Sasha's mother broke the awkward silence as our apetitizers came.

"So Solana," my name came out of Mrs. Rumancek's mouth so fluidly with her accent, it sounded perfect, "what are you to Sasha?" Her voice and look alone made me shrink in my seat.

Mrs. Rumancek had dark brown hair just like Sasha, hers was pulled into an updo. Her aging features were perfectly alined with her face. I couldn't speak because I was afraid of saying the wrong anwser.