15. Roman
15
ROMAN
I know I scared her, but this is getting ridiculous.
She’s been locked up in her room, or off at work, every moment.
Dinner has only been in passing.
And, I can’t stop thinking about how tight her pussy is and how good it felt squeezing my cock.
I want to do it again.
Until we’re both too exhausted to move.
But, I don’t know how long I can drag this out.
I always go after what I want, and I want my wife… for keeps, not a business deal.
I am impressed she hasn’t called the cops. Maybe she knows that it’s futile. Or, perhaps deep down, she doesn’t want me to go to jail.
That’s a tiny bubble of hope.
Before I give in and finish our contract, I want a chance to rectify the situation.
After making a few phone calls, I find myself outside of her room.
“Go away, Roman.” Her voice calls through the thick wood of the door.
“I have a request of my wife. Come out to dinner with me tonight? Wear your favorite outfit that you designed, please.” I can’t hear anything.
“Why should I?” She has a petulant sound to her question.
Enough I have the urge to spank it out of her.
“I want to show the world my beautiful bride at least during our marriage. Then, I promise we will get the papers signed.” It’s the last thing I want to do, now that I’ve had a taste of her.
She’s been asking ever since the night I made her mine in the club.
The last thing I want is to let her go. But, strangely, I have this drive within me to do anything to make her happy, even if it’s letting her leave.
I don’t know what she’s done to me. It isn’t like me to put anyone else’s desires over my own.
This must have been the wrong idea.
She hasn’t answered. I guess she’s already signed me off.
It’s crazy, but the other night, I really felt like there was something between us.
Should I have killed that guy? Yep. He touched what’s mine.
In hindsight, I shouldn’t have let her see.
But, proving the point was half the reason I did.
I’m nearly out of the hall when I hear her door open.
“Okay, what time?” Her blond hair is in a messy bun on the top of her head with tendrils fanning around her face.
My fingers tingle with the urge to tangle them in her locks and pull her to me.
“Seven tonight.” A knot forms in my belly as a giddy feeling spreads through my limbs.
One more chance.
Specter is an elite VIP club at the pinnacle of Vegas. The ride up in the external glass elevators gives a breathtaking view of the lights of the city.
But, I only have eyes for Nadia. Her stunning beauty is showcased in a soft lavender dress that shimmers in opalescence every time she moves.
The low cut in the front is both revealing and discreet. It makes me want to throw my jacket around her, but proudly strut with her on my arm. It’s hard to concentrate with her so close. Her heat radiates through my clothes and burns into my sides as she hugs herself tightly to me when the maitre d approaches.
“Right this way, Mr. Petrov.” He bows slightly, extending his arm in a broad gesture to the thinly spaced tables.
Powerful people dine here, and pay handsomely for the luxury of privacy. And, I bought the best seat in the house tonight.
“Is that… Is that Elizabeth Devonson?” Nadia whispers as her hand wraps within my elbow.
“Who?” Leaning closer, I silently beg her lips to draw nearer to my ear.
Her warm breath tickles over my skin as she repeats herself.
“Why is she important?” I know exactly who she is.
She cost me a small fortune to make an appearance tonight.
“She’s, well, um.” Nadia’s cheeks flood with pink when her eyes land on Elizabeth chatting quietly with a friend. “She’s the most famous designer in Paris right now. Her style with silk and chiffon has set the world on fire! ” Nadia turns, her eyes wide with excitement clinging to me.
“Has it?” I pull her closer, letting my palm hug her hip as we walk. “Would you like to meet her?”
Her fingers dig into me. “No! I’d be too embarrassed!” Crimson covers her throat, tempting me to chase it with my tongue.
“Don’t be silly. She would be the lucky one for meeting you, lastochka.” Tugging her with me, we find our spot on an elevated platform in the back of the restaurant.
Everyone can see us silhouetted against the Vegas skyline.
But, they seem dim and dull in comparison to my beautiful wife. She’s becoming the shining light to me, the beacon drawing me through each day with the hopes of catching a glimpse of her through the darkness.
She bites her lip and gives me a small smile before I pull her chair and beckon her to sit.
“Thank you, Roman.” Her dark eyes watch me take the seat before her, and don’t leave mine as I lean across the narrow table.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you for offering me another chance to spend some time with you.” I don’t want to add the words ‘before we part’ because they seem so final.
Looking down, she fusses with her napkin until the waiter approaches to take our order.
When she does glance at me again, her brows are furrowed and the corner of her mouth drops into a small frown. “Did you bring the papers?”
I can’t tell if that’s hope or resignation in her sigh when I nod.
“Excuse me?” A high voice approaches us.
Just in time.
“Are you Nadia Sanders?” Elizabeth Devonson steps closer, her smile is broad and genuine appearing.
She must be quite happy with the funds I offered.
Nadia’s cheeks flush with bright red. “I-I am.”
Elizabeth brushes her bushy green hair back with an embellished wave. “I was just telling my friend, I couldn’t believe it was you! I saw your show in L.A. this past fall and have been absolutely dying to meet you!” Bracelets jangle on her wrists as she clasps Nadia’s hand enthusiastically.
“You were there?” Nadia stares up with wide eyes as she chews on her bottom lip.
“I would never forget the sequins on that wrap!” she squeals and claps her palms. “When I saw Roman walk in, I was wondering who would be lucky enough to be on his arm. Imagine my wondrous surprise when I saw who it was! I swear you’re the only one in the world talented enough to be with him.”
Elizabeth steps back and tugs a quiet dark haired man closer. “This is my husband, Reggie. We should all get together for dinner one of these days!”
A frown furrows her sleek brows. “Wait, are you two a thing?” She flicks her long painted nail between us.
This is my chance.
I lean forward and take Nadia’s hand in mine. “She’s my wife.”
Watching Nadia, I catch the glimmer of a shy smile as the blush works her way up her neck.
“Marvelous! Cause for celebration! Roman, you never put out an announcement? Did I miss the party?” She playfully smacks my shoulder.
“We eloped,” Nadia says quietly before biting her lip.
“Oh, that’s so romantic!” Elizabeth clasps her fingers to her chest, her bracelets slide down nearly to her elbows. “Roman lent me some of his models last year for a show. We absolutely have to collab, girl. Call me, and we can set up a show the likes of which Vegas can only dream of!” Her puffy dress swirls around her before she pulls her silent husband with her down the steps of the dias.
Well, that went better than expected.
Nadia watches her leave, her large eyes practically unblinking until Elizabeth disappears.
“I can’t believe you know her. She’s so, so amazing.” Her sigh slumps her onto her chair.
She looks happy for the first time in a week.
“You know, I’m not a bad man. I just don’t want anyone touching what’s mine.” I stab my fork into my carbonara and then hold the morsel up to emphasize myself. “And, you are. As long as you wear that ring.” I gesture to her left hand wrapped around her wine flute.
She lifts her arm, twirling the diamond around her dainty digit. “I get that, now.”
I half expect her to pull it off, but she twists it back to show off its full glory.
That may be a good sign.
It’s a whole different kind of high being able to tell everyone she belongs to me. The shiny stone is just a tiny representation of how much she’s grown to mean to me.
I never expected to want her as badly as I do.
As the dessert dishes are cleared, I pull out the papers she wants so badly to sign.
The ones adding me to the deed.
Just a single step after this clears.
Divorce.
My stomach rolls at the thought of her leaving. But, I can’t force her to stay. I’m not like the Kosovich family that tried so hard to ruin us.
Marriage by force doesn’t exist under my father’s laws.
Nor mine.
Her face pales as she picks up her pen. “How long until this is finalized?” she whispers.
The tip hovers over the surface shakily.
Is she reluctant to sign?
“Just a few more weeks.” I wish it was forever.
She swallows hard before scratching her name on the line.
I don’t know why, but it feels like the air got thicker and heavy on my shoulders.
The countdown is on.
“Can we please go?” She looks up, and I swear I see the sheen of tears in her eyes.
“Of course.” Giving her my hand, I help her rise from her chair and tug her close.
I want to feel her against me as long as she lets me.