𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎: 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚

Lisa's POV

I never met a woman more infuriating than Roseanne. One minute she's digging her nails in my skin and moaning my name, the next she's running away from me saying we can't see each other again.

The masochist part of me must've really loved that about her. She was frustrating as hell but she kept me on my toes. I never knew what she was thinking or which action she would take. Everything was a mystery.
But she was worth whatever hardship I had to face because of her.

When she wasn't around I felt the emptiness that had surrounded me since I was kid heavier than ever before. She was a constant character in my dreams. In my head. In my heart.

I knew for a fact that I was in love with her.

The feeling was stronger than anything I've ever felt before. It made me feel like I needed her to breathe. Like I would do any fucking thing just to spend a second with her.

I would do anything to see the glint of sunshine in her brown eyes. Anything to hear her soft voice. Anything just to hold her all night. Anything to make her a permanent being in my life.

It was humorous to me that I never loved anyone in my life apart from my mother but Roseanne captured my heart in less than a couple of weeks.

I don't know any person alive who could withstand the temptation and manipulation and emotion I've felt with Roseanne, and not love her.

I went back into my apartment and shrugged on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket. I snatched my house keys and wallet off the counter before shutting the door behind me. Not even bothering to lock it.

There was a million places she could be but I knew to first check her apartment. I didn't have time to waste waiting for my driver so I caught a cab and barked the address to Rosie's apartment to the cabbie. While he drove I picked up my phone and dialed her number again and again but she didn't answer. I still kept dialing her number and kept getting her voicemail.

I needed her to talk to me. I couldn't give up on the only woman I'll ever love.

I knew she loved me back. I felt it. She might not have told me yet but she would. I'd make sure of it.

I wonder what in the hell made her freak out and leave my place anyway.

I don't remember doing anything wrong. I hope I didn't hurt her in any way. Maybe she had an epiphany and realized that she was way too good to be fucking around with a fuck up like me.

I know that I'm fucked up. I don't ever do anything right but I can be the good person. Granted, I never tried but that was only because I never loved anyone before. With Roseanne as my motivation I felt like I could do any fucking thing.

When the cab stopped short in front of her building, I tossed him some cash and raced inside her building.

Roseanne still hadn't answered the phone.

I was nervous as fuck.

I could easily show up to her front door and she could tell me that she didn't want to see me. And when I refused to leave she might just call the cops. But it wouldn't be my first time behind bars. At least I had the money to make bail this time around.

I stepped off the elevator breathing like I had just run a marathon. My throat was tight. My fingers were clenched. And I was furiously biting my lip because I was so fucking scared.

Now that Rosie was in my life I couldn't imagine living without her. I also couldn't imagine her husband loving her more than I did. If he had he wouldn't have brought her to my club and gave her to me. I sure as hell wouldn't have done something that fucking stupid.