Chapter 13 One Last Time
One Last Time
Roman
My life had turned completely upside down when Isla accidentally moved in. Her presence was like sunshine. Her spirit was bright, joyful, and abundant. Her voice, her eyes, her words…I couldn’t get enough.
My interest in her overwhelmed me—I’d never felt a pull like that. An inescapable attraction. And at this point, I was frustrated and pissed off, and I wasn't even sure at what. Just at the fact that she wasn't mine.
She was perfect. I liked—no—I loved everything about her. Starting from the obvious, her physical appearance, down to her personality, goals in life, how she spoke, her adorable laugh, and everything, everything she did. Everything she was.
But she dropped the inevitable bomb on me—fucking Hiroshima destroyed my heart. Not only did she find a job, but she also found an apartment and would be moving out in two days.
Two. Fucking. Days. I was ripped open by the news; I thought I would just fall down on the floor and cry. She said it so happily too, like I was supposed to be overjoyed for her!
Dear God, Isla had no fucking clue how I felt about her. She was smart, but clearly, she was also very na?ve. She thought I wanted my privacy back. What an absurd thing to say! The way she talked about it enraged me. I was so blinded by what she’d said, I knew right away what I wanted to do.
I called Vanessa, but Jennifer showed up. I guess I forgot which one looked like what, but fuck it, Jen would do too. It turned into the best sex of my life, and I wasn't even sure who the woman doing it with me was.
It was for Isla, and having her so close, so stunned, so fascinated…amplified every single feeling inside me. I fucked Jen and actively imagined Isla in front of me instead. She knew who I was speaking to. As I said, she was a smart girl.
I drowned in her eyes—in her attention, and when I came, God, I hadn’t felt this good in forever.
Isla awakened something within me I’d never known before. It was primal, raw, untamed, and consuming. A passion that blazed hotter than hell itself.
As soon as Isla disappeared into her room, I kicked Jen out and took a long-ass fucking shower.
I scrubbed. I scrubbed every inch of my skin, disgust seeping into my soul at the thought of having touched someone else and not Isla.
I soaked under the shower for an eternity, contemplating what the fuck was wrong with me.
I couldn’t take a full breath in from the knowledge that in two days I would lose her.
The fantasy life was over.
But the next morning at sunrise, like usual, I stepped out of my room to head to the gym when I noticed that Isla’s bedroom door was open and she was gone.
Panic surged through me at the thought that she’d left so abruptly.
I barged in, frantically looking around, but it seemed that she’d just stepped out—all her things were still in the room.
And a few hours later she waltzed back into the apartment in her little tight leggings that accentuated her perfect juicy bubble butt and a sports bra, her delicious tits peeking out just enough to give me a boner. I couldn’t control my dirty thoughts.
Silently, she approached me sitting at the dining table and handed me a green juice.
Then she took a few steps back and leaned against the kitchen island, sipping on her own drink and staring me down.
With angry confidence, she asked, "Your little fuck fest last night.
..why did you feel you had to get me involved? "
Hahaha! I laughed in my head at how completely oblivious she was.
Or maybe she was just playing dumb. It was so obvious, Isla!
I was angry as fuck that you're about to abandon me, and besides wanting to get revenge on you, I also just wanted to have the next best thing to fucking you: looking into your eyes while doing it.
"Well, you said you're leaving so I can have my privacy back and bring a girl over, and I wanted to show you that I never felt that you robbed me of privacy while here."
I sipped on the juice too and immediately regretted it. Blech. I fucking hated green juice with its kale and celery and shit.
"You have fucking issues, Roman,” she responded strongly.
“I don't know what the fuck happened to you or why you're suddenly so full of anger and resentment toward me, but fuck!
I can't wait to move out!” Her beautiful eyes widened with fury, and she threw her hand up in the air, as if to prove how much she wanted to get out of here.
“You texted me to come watch you fuck that girl! Who fucking does that?!”
"As I said, privacy was never the concern while you were here.”
She mulled over my words for a moment before scoffing, a mixture of anger and resignation in her voice. Yeah, she definitely thought I was a freak. With a bitter shake of her head, she ended the conversation. “Well, thanks for the live porn show last night.”
At this, she turned on her heels and strutted into her room, her hips swaying and her tempting body retreating away from me.
Ugh. I slumped down, resting my forehead on the table, completely fucking overwhelmed at everything that had been happening inside me since she told me she had a job interview. Everything went off the rails, and in my fear of losing her, I was acting like an unhinged fucking lunatic.
I sipped on the disgusting juice only because she brought it. She thought of me. That simple act made me down the repulsive liquid, and I fucking liked it because she was somehow involved.
Isla spent the day locked away in her room, and I spent the day trying to figure out how to, one, stop her from leaving and, two, what the fuck to do about work.
My work problems were ballooning every day, but I couldn’t focus on anything.
Someone was trying to take over our contracts—Claudio Rodriquez, only one man; I knew that.
I had respect for him. He’d been around for a long time and held onto his power through ups and downs.
He was ruthless and dirty, but we all had an unspoken rule: he didn't mess with what we did, and we didn't encroach on his business.
But clearly, he began to feel differently, and it was only a matter of time before he would come to me to discuss.
I had to figure out how to approach his demands.
As the day died down, my mood worsened. I stepped out onto my patio and lit a cigarette, thinking about my life and what I was even doing on this planet.
I was such a lowlife. I killed, I robbed, I fucked without love, I lost everyone dear to me, and I had no emotional connection to anything or anyone. Except Isla. For her, I’d give it all up. Just to be worthy of her. Just to have her attention.
I longed to make love to her. I was obsessed with being beside her. She was the only thing in my life that was...worth living for.
Wow.
How did I fall this hard, this fast, for a girl I barely knew?
The door opened behind me, and ever so quietly, Isla slipped onto the patio. She stopped right beside me, marveling at the city enveloped in dusk.
"What a beautiful view,” she stated the obvious in her angelic voice. Then, to my great surprise, she reached over and plucked the cigarette out of my fingers. Carefully, gently—a fucking tease. With a small smile on her face, she brought it to her lips and took a short drag.
As if zoomed in on her face, I watched her lips pucker around it. This was the most sexually charged thing that had ever happened to me. Fuck. I imagined her doing that around my cock, and I had to remind myself to breathe. She blew the smoke out and smiled again, as if shy.
"What?" she asked with a shrug. I made up something silly.
"Young girls shouldn't smoke. It can cause problems for your fertility."
"Old men shouldn't smoke either. It can cause problems for your dick,” she responded without hesitation but with clear provocation, turning to me fully and taking another puff.
My eyes roamed her face while the smoke escaped her lips—slowly, sensually, her smile still lingering.
"I'm not old. And my dick has no problems. You saw that yourself last night." I leaned in a tiny bit closer and spoke quietly, making sure she heard every word.
She nodded and furrowed her eyebrows in sarcasm. "You're a little old, and it seems like…you needed something else to get off last night. The blonde alone didn't do it for you."
Fucking fuck. Her sensuous eyes met mine, pulling me into a whirlpool. She always knew what to respond but had no idea what it all did to me.
"Your mouth always this unhinged, or just for me?" I cringed at my own words. Why did this girl disarm me and turn me into an idiot?!
She giggled and looked down at the cigarette between her fingers. Unmistakably, her face bloomed in a pink hue, and all of me burned with pleasure from doing that to her.
"You really want to talk about my mouth?" She shot her gaze up into mine, absolutely unashamed at her own words.
I realized at this moment that I had to fucking do something. I was going to tell her how I felt, and whatever was going to happen would just have to happen.
My vision blurred to everything except her, and I wondered how she was going to react. My breathing raced—was I fucking nervous?! Who the fuck had I become?!
"Isla..." I began so uncertainly, but at precisely this second, the doorbell rang loudly and completely shattered the moment.
She threw her gaze toward the door momentarily. "I ordered Chinese food. Have dinner with me? One last time?" There was no humor or smile on her face. She looked...sad? Regretful? Before I could figure it out, she stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and stepped inside to get the door.
I tried to catch my breath, feeling something akin to fear run through me. I was scared that if I told her everything that was in my heart, that would be a final break. At least in this limbo, while it was torture, she was still close by.
She unpacked the food and passed me a plate and chopsticks, again melting my heart with her attention. Why the fuck had no other woman cared for me like this before?
"I can't take you to your new place tomorrow," I lied. "I have to go to work early in the morning."
She shrugged and responded easily while pouring wonton soup into a bowl. "I didn't expect you to. I’m going to get an Uber. I don't have that much stuff, remember? Just what you bought me. Thanks again for taking me in and clothing me and washing me and feeding me."
Her warm and genuine smile appeared again, and I had to close my eyes not to see it, lest I fucking get down on my knees and propose.
"It was my pleasure. Surprisingly, I enjoyed living with you." I focused on anything my eyes would land on, making sure not to catch her gaze.
"Why surprising?! I'm a nice girl; I'm not a monster!" She spoke in humor while serving me.
She wasn't the monster. I was. Nothing good would come of revealing the truth.