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"𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟"

The throbbing in my head pulled me out of my slumber. I fluttered my eyes open, grateful that there was no light in the room.

I sat up on my elbows with a groan and rubbed my eyes with one hand. I looked around the room after adjusting my vision and immediately leapt off the bed when I realised it wasn't my room.

"Oh shit." I grumbled as I stumbled around the bed, heading for the door that I believed was the exit.

The door burst open as my hand reached for the doorknob, and I staggered back, landing flat on my ass.

"Shit," Grunted a familiar deep voice.

When I raised my eyes from the ground, I was welcomed by Roman, who had reached down to lift me. Knowing I wasn't in some random's house, my shoulders quickly relaxed.

With his hands under my arms, he raised me off the ground, and I stabilised myself with my palms on his large biceps.

"Thanks," I murmured shyly.

When I glanced back up at him, he was already looking at me, amused.

"You okay?" He asked as he carefully drew his hands from under my arms.

I took a step back and turned to face him, nodding.

He was dressed in standard grey sweatpants, a black hoodie, and sneakers. His loose curls were damp and drooped over his forehead, indicating that he had just showered.

Returning my gaze to his eyes, I noticed that he was staring at me already with his intense eyes. When I realised he must have seen me checking him out, I blushed and swallowed.

"Um, where's the bathroom?" I murmured, frequently shifting my gaze from his eyes to his lips.

He put one of his tatted hands into his pocket and nodded towards something behind me.

The door to the restroom was open when I looked in that direction. I puffed my cheeks in amusement at my stupidity and walked into the bathroom without further humiliation.

After my much-needed release, I cleaned my teeth with an unopened toothbrush from the cabinet. I sighed contentedly as I splashed cool water over my face, which miraculously calmed my sore head.

I exited the bathroom after drying my face and walked over to Roman, who was standing against the threshold.

He looked up from his phone and looked me in the eyes, then tucked the phone away and extended his hand. I took his hand in mine and followed him out of the room.

My gaze was drawn to the mansion's darkish exterior, which was unremarkably gorgeous. We made our way down the black marble, spiral staircase that led to a kitchen.

Behind the counter, two chefs were preparing food. Roman escorted me over to the dining table, tucked a chair away from the table, and stood to the side. I sat down and smiled, thanking him.

He strode around to the other side and sat gracefully in front of me. He handed me a packet of Avril, and the chef promptly placed a glass of water on the table.

"Thank you," I said as I returned my attention to the packet Roman had given me.

After gulping down the pills with water, I shifted in my chair and leant my arms on the table, drawing circles along the glass.

"I didn't embarrass myself last night did I?"

I raised my eyes to him as I spoke, and he responded with a gradual shake of his head.

"You don't remember?" He asked nonchalantly a hint of amusement in his tone.

I smiled sheepishly in response, he leant closer to me with his eyes on mine while his lips pulled into a faint smirk.

His proximity allowed me to catch a whiff of his enticing fresh scent, which had immediately taken over my consciousness and melted it into a puddle.

My attention was drawn to the plate of waffles in front of me. I contained my smile and looked up at Roman, who was staring at the cook with a dark expression on his face.

Clearing my throat, he snapped dark eyes to me. I patted the seat next to me, indicating for him to come over. His eyes never left mine as he stood and walked towards me.

"Come," I said motioning with my hand for him to lean down.

He tilted his head to the side and slightly leant down.

Grinning, I pressed my lips to the side of his cheek. Before I could move away, he turned his head and faced me.

An unknown emotion swirled in his eyes as he peered into mine. His hand curled around my neck, strongly but tenderly pushing me towards his lips.

Warmth swept across me as his lips guided mine, and I let out a low moan. His other hand instantly tightened around my waist, pushing me towards him.

Heat erupted inside me and surged throughout my body as I pressed my chest against his and moved our lips closer.

My hands went to comb through his hair while his tongue flickered across my bottom lip, eliciting another sound from me.

Our tongues connected, and his grip on my throat tightened as he pressed his lips further into mine.

With our tongues clashed, his lips move skilfully against my own at a hasty pace.

The consensual feeling of his hand roaming my waist and the grip on my throat, along with his soft lips tongue gliding with my mouth - I felt as if I were on fire.

Tilting my head further, I enveloped him more and curled my fingers around his locks. The hand around my neck dragged down my skin, causing an immediate fire to trail over the flesh.

I drew back after a few more seconds to collect my breath.

The sudden heavy make-out and the itching between my thighs swamped me, and I leant my head on his chest.

He remained nonchalant as if he hadn't just made out with me like there was no tomorrow.

His hand came to my chin, gripping it firmly and tilting it up. A dark gleam curled in his eyes as he stared me down.

Gulping, I look at his scarlet lips and eyes, waiting to see what he'll do next.

"Eat, Amore," He ordered, licking his lips and slowly glancing towards the food in front of me.

His hand was withdrawn from my chin, and I came across to the meal, red and hot. I dived into the sweet waffles right away, alongside a few strawberries.

Roman was now on the phone, conversing in his native tongue with someone. I didn't pay attention since I was too preoccupied with my meal.

After finishing my meal, I sat back, satisfied. I took a quick glance about the room; the kitchen, like the home itself, was quite huge.

My gaze was drawn away from the room by a hand on my thigh. I turned to face Roman, who had now hung up the phone.

"You staying?"

I considered it for a second; I really wanted to, but I needed to go home before anyone found out I wasn't there.

If nobody had yet.

Shaking my head, I shifted my weight to the side, squarely facing him.

"I can't." I replied and he nodded curtly.

"I'll take you home," He stated, standing from his seat.

I embraced his open hands as he helped me from my seat. I pushed the chair in and faced him again.

"There are clothes on the bed for you." He noted, and I nodded again.

He patted my hip and I turned on my feet, walking out of the room.

"Stare di nuovo al suo culo e ti farò esplodere il cervello."

Translation; "Stare at her ass again and I'll blow your brains out."'

Roman's harsh tone caught me off guard, I quickly turned around to see who he was speaking towards, which turned out to be one of the chefs.

Shaking my head, I proceeded my way out of the room and back up the stairs.

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I'm sorry for the shitty chapter today! I'm currently sick so my motivation to write was just not it lmao.

I still hoped you guys enjoyed the chapter, thank you for reading!

- lei <3