Savior (BWWM)

Eight

ROMAN'S POV

My body was trembling with anger. I didn't like the fact another man was touching her, she was mine. I would've killed that son of a bitch if it wasn't for her being there.

I didn't know why I did what I did to protect her. I didn't care about people. I didn't care especially if it didn't involve me. But she was mine and I did care about getting her in my bed. I sound like an asshole, but I am one.

She followed me into my office, something I didn't expect her to do. I thought she'd be afraid of me by what I just did. Running away in fear and probably calling the cops. That's what most women did when they see me go bat shit crazy on someone's face.

After hearing what Geraldo told me about her father being the man that killed my brother, I wanted nothing to do with her. But after hours of thinking I realized she probably doesn't know what her father did. It doesn't look like she's in contact with him. I had Colton search 5 years of her phone history.

But she was going to learn today what her father did. She needed to know. I wanted her to know.

"Roman." She said once again as she grabbed my arm. "Talk to me, why are you acting like that?"

I tensed from her touch. I never would've let any other woman grab me the way she has been. I hated being touched by anyone.

I sighed as I faced her. She was so close to my body. I looked her up and down in her black lingerie, which was my favorite color. I wanted her right now, on my desk. But I had to remember my main objective: telling her about her bastard father.

"Your father," I started not holding back. "Killed my brother. Did you know that?" I cocked my head at her. "He was 18, innocent. Never hurt a fucking soul. But your father wanted my father's empire so bad, he killed an innocent boy for it." I was numb. Every time I talked about my brother, I felt pain and guilt, but now it's just numbness.

Her eyes shot up at me. She started blinking rapidly as she looked down. "He... he did-... what?" She stuttered as her breathing started increasing.

"You didn't know?" I bit my tongue knowing the answer to my own question. She looked at me with pleading eyes.

"No." She sighed. "My father was never in my life. Only showed up for money and things from my mother. He wasn't around much as I was growing up." She paused as she stared at me sadly. "He's the one who killed your brother?"

"What do you mean by that?" I turned my head slightly staring into her eyes.

"I looked you up. I read an article about your brother's death." She bit her cheek grabbing my shoulder softly "I'm so sorry Roman. I didn't know my father was that evil." She shook her head.

Why does she keep touching me? If she continues, I might just fuck her on this table. Damnit stay on task Roman.

But she's so clueless. I'm eviler than her father is. And she should know that if she looked me up, I'm all over the internet. There's no doubt she doesn't know.

"Are you afraid of me?" I whispered stepping closer to her.

She flinched at first but relaxed her body. "No." She said firmly.

"And why not." I seductively said pressing my lips to her ear which made her flinch once again.

"Because. I can see you're not the man they say you are."