Chapter 28 No Other Bitch
No Other Bitch
Roman
If hell was possible to feel in the world, I was burning in it. The door slammed behind them, but their smell and filthy words still permeated the air. They were here with her—with my Angel.
Almost running back, I found Isla still at the dining table, shoulders curled inwards, her eyes staring at a page she wasn’t reading. Her lack of reaction hit me harder than the scene I’d just experienced.
What the fuck was this, and how the hell did they end up at my house?! They said I called them?!
"Isla." I heard the tremble in my voice, all my fears coming to the surface. But Isla didn’t respond; she just stared at her book. “Isla. You can’t possibly think I fucking called them.” I crouched beside her, trying to catch her gaze.
Having no fucking clue what just happened, I knew that one thing was clear: this did not look good. "Please, don't be mad over this, this is some kind of insane mix-up."
"I'm not mad.” She spoke calmly, finally tilting her head my way, and the pure hatred in her eyes was sharper than a blade.
Isla was every single sweet thing the world possessed. She was fire and heat—letting me wrap myself in her warmth. She was laughter and silliness, uplifting my dark soul with her voice and sweet spirit. She was a vixen in my bedroom, gifting me pleasure I hadn’t known existed.
But in this moment she had the power to rip all happiness out of my life. Her lack of a visible reaction completely disoriented me. I wanted her to yell at me, to cry, to get angry and even unreasonable, but she was stoic, cold, and unpredictable.
My hand slid up her thigh, but she moved away, her words puncturing a deeper wound inside me. "Don't touch me."
"Isla, baby...my Angel...please. I'm so sorry they somehow ended up here. I didn't call them, of course!" I tried to somehow justify and explain what happened, not understanding myself exactly what just transpired!
Slowly, Isla slid out of the chair, keeping her distance.
The chair separated us physically, but a vast crater of misunderstanding was growing between us.
My fingertips tingled and my thoughts spun as panic began to settle inside me.
This, this, was what I was terrified of.
I was terrified of hurting her. Of losing her.
"They thought I was your cleaner. Or cook. And one asked me to make her a coffee.” Isla took a step back, her words jarring.
“But without sugar because…Roman likes them slim.
" She took another step back, tears sparkling in her eyes.
"And she knew you had no milk. So she's been here before?
And you made her coffee? And you—" she broke off, still taking tiny steps back, putrid revulsion in her voice.
Oh my fucking God. Whoever played this dirty trick on me was a fucking dead man.
"Isla, come on. Yes, I've seen them both before, but Isla, please...that was all in my past. You are the only one, Angel, you are the only one." I moved the chair out of the way, taking a step toward her, but she began walking backward faster.
She scoffed. "I get it. It was in your past, but it somehow intrudes into our present." She rounded the dining table, backing into the kitchen.
"Isla, please. I don’t even know what to say, baby. You know I didn’t call them. I don’t know how they ended up here. Baby...you know I fucked around, but I found the one. The only woman I want to be with for the rest of my life."
Her eyes widened as soon as those words left my lips, and it went from bad to worse. Not only did my past just scratch its way back in, but my desperate, internal thoughts also made their way out.
"What?" she asked in disbelief, sniffling loudly. Fuck. We'd been together for three weeks, and here I was telling her I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She had to have known that thought, right? She had to have known that I meant it—I would never let her go.
I squeezed my eyes shut and just tried to restart. "Look, just forget about them. Someone is obviously playing a very dirty game here, and I think I know who. Isla. I love you. I love you with all my heart. Please believe that I'm just as shocked as you are that they were here."
She finally slowed down and stopped, allowing me to approach her. I couldn’t decipher the expression on her face, but I reached out, and she flinched, as if I would physically hurt her.
"I think...I think this was a mistake." Her words died in the air between us, her sniffles promptly replacing her message. The blood pumped in my ears, utterly shocked to hear her say that. This was a stab in the heart.
"What...was a mistake?" I clarified slowly, trapped in a horror movie.
"Us. All this." Large tears raced down her cheeks, but she wasn’t crying. "I realize that I don't...I don't actually know you. You’re cold...and heartless, and you will end up breaking my heart. This is just the start." Isla finished talking but didn't look at me, only wiped her tears.
The rage overpowered me. "Stop! Stop talking like that, Isla!” The words burst out, all of me rejecting what she’d just said.
“Fine, I've done all kinds of shit, but you can't possibly give up this easily because of what happened—I don't even know what happened!
Or what they were doing here! Fuck them.
Fuck everyone! It's just you and me, end of story!
" My fist slammed down on the island, and Isla snapped her eyes to it.
"You're mine. And I'm yours. It doesn't matter what happened in the past."
Isla purposely averted her gaze, and her disobedience was waking up that untamed part of me. "Look at me,” I ordered, but she crossed her arms and studied the floor instead. "Look. At. Me." I gritted out and bent down to catch her gaze.
Something came over me. I grabbed her jaw between my fingers, jerking her awake. Stunned, she finally lifted her eyes to me, looking a little scared.
But then I recognized that look. The same one she gave me when I’d forced that pill on her tongue when I’d just met her.
Instantly, her words from that day rushed back to me.
Clearly, she was thinking the same thing because in a second, overwhelming pain radiated throughout my body when her shin made very strong contact with my balls.
My vision went black, and I dropped to my knees, unable to take a full breath in. Fuck, that hurt!
"I told you I would kick you in the balls if you grabbed me like that again, hm?
" Isla whispered in my ear, her scent invading my senses.
She gently ran her hand down my cheek, speaking with force.
"But also, this is for not taking care of your past and letting it come back and hurt me.
Call all your fucking whores and tell them all to fuck off.
I am your only whore now. No other bitch will ever take my place. "
Stunned from her words, I could barely make out her silhouette in front of me, watching me crouch in pain. Panting, on my knees, I was submitted to the woman who ruled all of me.
Damn, I didn’t recognize her. It was always the other way around—I dominated, but in this moment, she was in total control, her arms crossed, her eyes destroying me.
The black jeans she wore hugged every inch of her thighs, and her little white t-shirt outlined her lacy bra. She ignited all my imagination. Still on my knees and clutching my balls, I focused on breathing when she took a tiny step toward me, her bellybutton right in front of my eyes.
All of her was divine. She smelled like lust, love, passion, and indulgence. I inhaled deeply, her scent injecting color into the darkness of my mind and sending all the blood down to my cock.
I needed to have her. Now. Not in ten minutes, not in one minute, now.
I lunged toward her, but she anticipated it and quickly stepped back. I caught myself right before I faceplanted on the floor. Standing above me, she grinned—slow and wicked, as if daring me.
Enough. I started to rise, but Isla’s naked foot landed on my right shoulder! I was astonished. Who was she?!
"No, no. Stay on the floor, Roman,” she ordered and pressed her foot down into me. "And tell me. Tell me how sorry you are. Tell me how scared you are of me walking out that door. Tell me...what I mean to you."
Flat on my stomach, my chin an inch away from the ground, I was submitted fully, only allowed to raise my gaze up to her. It was comical because I was huge, and one shove of my shoulder could send her flying, but I stayed on the floor, letting her have her moment of power.
At the same time, we both knew the truth: she may have been physically weaker, but she held all the power over me.
She had me wrapped around her little finger, and she had all of me.
All my love, all my power, all my loyalty.
My future. If she walked out of that door and out of my life, I would never be able to move on. Never be able to survive.
She took her foot off my shoulder, and I rose slowly and carefully, lifting up my hands in a sign of submission. I’d never been in this kind of circumstance before—standing on my knees, in front of anyone.
I reached out, pausing mid-air, and slid my hand on her thigh, watching her reaction closely.
I pulled her in slowly, and she ceded, taking a tiny step closer and allowing me the opportunity to wrap my other arm around her legs.
Her chest rose and fell with her unsteady breath, and her unsure hands landed on the back of my neck, but this was a step in the right direction.
God, this was precious. On my knees, belonging to her, I pressed my cheek into her abdomen and entrapped her with my arms, her warm and familiar body melting into me.
"I am scared, Isla,” I said quietly. I was going to tell her everything I felt.
"I'm scared to lose you. I'm scared you will leave me. I'm so scared that I will have to go one day without you. I can’t. I can’t live without you. "
The moment frozen in time, I found her gaze with mine, all of her anger and dominance gone without a trace. That familiar look of love and care overpowered her and spurred me on.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what happened tonight.
I'm sorry my past intruded on our fairy tale. Because being with you...is like living in one.” I nodded, holding onto her like she was a prize.
“I love you. I will never let you go, do you understand?
I want to be with you until the end of my time.
I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you.
And a family life. And I want to give you everything you want.
I don't fucking care about anyone or anything else, Isla. Only you."
Her tears returned, but this time, they weren’t brought on by pain. This was probably too fast, too much, but I didn't fucking care. This feeling, this magic, this fairy tale happened to me for the first time in my life, and I wanted her to know.
Finally on my feet, she stared up at me and trembled, barely able to breathe in and out. Dazed, she was lost for words, so I helped. "Don't be scared of what I said, baby. I need you to know how serious I am. It's only you. Forever."
Her eyes were wet with tears, pure, rich with emotions. Whenever our gazes met, there was no more pain, no more devastation, no more injustice. Just bliss.
"Show me then. Show me how much you love me." Isla responded quietly, never breaking eye contact.