21 | Opposites

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Two people of similar nature can never get along,
it takes two opposite to harmonize.
- Ram Mohan

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Roman's house - scratch that, mansion - was magnificent. It was out of a catalogue with white pillared circular drive way and green lush lawns with beautiful flowers.

Knocking the front door, I felt slightly subconscious in my simple strip shirt and jeans. Not a moment later, a suited man in his late fifties opened the door.

"Hello miss," he greeted, opening the door wider, his face emotionless. "How may I help you?"

I smiled at him awkwardly. "I'm here to see Roman," I informed the man and before he mistook me for another one of Roman's daily conquests, I waved Roman's phone. "I have his phone."

The butler eyed me slightly, before moving away from the door. "Come in miss." He led me into the foyer and then turned to look at me.

"Please wait here and I'll ring Master Roman and see if he's available or not."

I wanted to say that he'll be available, because I had his little baby with me, but refrained.

Just then I felt Roman's phone chime again in my pocket and I sighed. Some girls were really crazy. They kept calling and texting him.

When I had woken up this morning, my head was hurting and Jenny was kind enough to make me hangover breakfast. After wolfing it down, I had gone back to my room, only to find a phone - that wasn't mine - ringing in my room.

The screen read Gabriel and so I attended the call. Gabriel was startled to hear my voice, and had asked if Roman had stayed over. That's how I found out the phone belonged to Roman.

Gabriel further explained that Jake had stayed with them, since my friend was too drunk to give the directions to his home. Gabriel had offered to get Roman's phone but instead I waved him off and got Roman's address instead.

I had been admiring the foyer's interior when a voice boomed. "Mom. Where is my phone?"

Roman stopped mid track as he came out a door and stared at me. "What are you doing here?" He asked, seemingly surprised for the first time since I've met him.

Smirking, I raised his phone. "I believe this is what you're looking for," I teased. Extending the phone, I added, "You forgot it last night."

Roman kept looking at me strangely, before crossing the room and gently took the phone from me.

And then Roman was pushed out of the way, as a bright orange blur attacked my cheeks.

"Oh my God, who is this cutie?" The blur squealed as she pulled my cheeks and shook my head along with that.

"Michelle! Leave her cheeks, for godsake," another girl chided as she pried the former's hands away from my cheeks, and my hands immediately went to my cheeks, feeling them warm up.

'Michelle' the blonde girl with brown eyes, who had taken me for a stuff toy, pouted as her friend turned to me and apologized, "I'm sorry about her. She's on sugar rush." Extending her hand, the redhead, introduced, "I'm Penelope." 

And damn, was she beautiful, I thought as I shook her hand. With high cheek-bones and long legs, she could totally be a model. I knew if Sky was here, he'd be drooling.

I had noticed Michelle reaching for my cheeks again but her hands were quickly pulled away. I looked to the side and saw a female version of Roman with the same black hair and those grey-ish brown eyes.

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