Always Romira

Chapter - 16

There is a time in our life when all the roads seem blank and our future turns blurry, at that moment just close your eyes and think of your ma and papa, you'll get all the answers you need!
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Akira

Romero doesn't say a word until we are in his car, whole way out he seems to be in some deep thoughts.

"Ray?" He asks as soon he starts the engine.

"What?" I turn to face him.

"That was the first time I saw you getting possessive over me."

Oh well.

Of course he'd think that. He doesn't know about all the other times I've had murderous thoughts in my blind possessiveness over him.

What he doesn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

So I just shrug, "There is always a first for everything."

There is a smirk on his face, "But that was pretty hot."

"Was it?"

"It was so hot that I still have a hard on."

I feel a blush colouring my face, "You're a fiend, Romero King."

Sparing me a look, he throws a cheeky wink, "Not my fault, Ray, not mine."

I let out a giggle before sobering up as the troublesome thought hit me, "So those girls were for your entertainment huh?"

He gives me a sideway glance as if accessing my mood, "According to Dante, they were but for me, they were nothing more than nuisance."

"Maybe they are nuisance now but there was a time when they were not." I comment bitterly.

I don't know why I'm stretching it but something about the way Dante bought them in our home doesn't fit right by me.

Our home?

Holy crap, I'm already referring to his home as our home even though I haven't officially started living there yet.

I'm really getting over the top possessive about him, aren't I?

I hear Romero sigh as the car comes to halt and he turns toward me, "What do you want me to say, Ray? Do you want me to tell you that yes, I used to entertain those type of women? That Dante used to bring them when he thought I was down or something? That this was probably the only way he knew to show he cares, other than keeping tabs on me?

"You know I have a past but you also know that it didn't meant anything to me. If I could change everything I would do it in a heartbeat and instead of waiting around for you I would have tried to found you the very first time I felt coldness in place of my heart, I would have made you mine that very moment I found you." He repeats the words he has used before, this time with more force than last one.

I look away from his burning eyes and take a deep steady breath, the intensity of his eyes hardly let me breath normally.

He is right.

Why can't I just let go of his past?

Probably because every time I'm close to leaving it behind, out of no where it slaps me right on the face.

When I don't speak for a long minute, he gets out of car and appears on my side to help me down, even though I try to protest.

Without looking at me, he grabs my hand and leads me inside same restaurant we once went together months ago.