Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Romeo
Fuck me, I wanted to swing at the prick who was mouthing off at the chick who works at the coffee place I was trying out.
I have seen her once or twice, but never interacted. She is hot as fuck, with her curvy body and thick dark curls. Her smile always brightens up her face, and her customers smile with her, clearly showing that they like her.
I needed to step in after hearing the nasty things the wanna-be rich prick was saying to her. Her body was coiled, but she hid it well, which I have respect for. There is no way she would have made a scene in front of her business.
Men should know how to respect women, not put them down.
The tension in the air made it clear that boundaries had been crossed, and I couldn't just stand by in silence.
It is why I stepped in, whispered in her ear to play along, but damn, her sweet vanilla scent hit my senses, making my cock thicken in my pants.
Her hips felt good under my palm, but I needed to refrain from bending her over the table and fucking her, showing the cunt of an ex just how fucking good she is.
The way she shivered when I called her ‘good girl;’ I had to fight a smirk that wanted to break free.
“Would you like a coffee?” she asks me once we enter a small corner of a book store that is attached to the coffee shop.
I nod. “Black, one sugar.” With a little nod, she leaves to get my drink.
Looking around I take in the store: it is filled with many shelves of books, some with artwork on them, others covered with shirtless men.
On the wall in a holder is artwork, but there are stickers covering some parts of the image.
When I squint and lean forward, I see that they are fucking pornographic images.
Like a sex scene from a book. Fuck me, readers are kinky fuckers.
Is this chick like that?
Does she like a certain kink? The praise I gave her got an instant reaction, so maybe she is into that.
“Here you go. I am Nell, by the way. I thought that I should introduce myself since you just saved me out there,” she rambles.
She avoids my eyes and nearly misses the chair, but I steady her by the elbow. Embarrassed, she blushes, and it's endearing. Women do not blush around me; they are overly confident and come on strong, but I feel that Nell is different. Strong, yet reserved.
"Sorry," she says quietly.
"Don't apologize. Where's the fighter who just gave her ex a piece of her mind?"
She laughs, pushing a strand of hair aside.
Why is that so cute?
“I may have come across as bold but inside I was shaking like a palm tree in a hurricane. It has been months since I saw him, or them together. It caught me off guard.”
“He hurt you?” She shakes her head.
“No, we were over long before I filed for divorce. It was…” She sighs.
“Still is, the humiliation that he cheated. I thought we would last, ya know, but his loss I guess. I can be and do what I want now. I can walk around my apartment naked if I want.” She gasps, looking at me. “Not that I do that.”
Her cheeks heat again, making me laugh.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that.” Her gaze shoots to mine and I wink.
We stare at each other and a plan forms in my head. One that could work, and I bet that Nell could do with some excitement in her life. I could give her that, even if only for a week or so.
My dick throbs in my pants when she licks her lips, her tongue leaving them glossy, and suddenly I want them around my cock while she is on her knees for me.
“So, listen.” I take a deep breath, and she tilts her head, waiting. “I saved you out there, and I think that it is only fair that you return the favor.”
Sitting back, she folds her arms across her front.
“Do you now?” And gone is the shy woman who was just blushing; now I see the fighter return.
“I do. You see, I have a family wedding to attend, and I need a date. I think you should come with me.” I give her my most disarming smile that has gotten me out of trouble more times than I can count.
“You do?” she sputters, nearly choking on her coffee.
I quickly stand and gently pat her back.
She waves me off, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin.
“I do. I will pay for everything. All you have to do is pretend to be my date. But sell it to my family that you kinda like me.” I wink.
“Where is the wedding and when?” she asks cautiously.
“In three weeks, in Hawaii. We will be there for a week. You will stay in my room, as we have to sell it.” I smirk, seeing her eyes flash wide.
“A Valentine’s wedding?” I nod.
Fuck me, staying in a room with her for a week could be the sweetest torture, but I need her. She seems like the type of girl who can pull this off. I mean, she acted superbly out there with her ex and his new piece of ass.
“You put on a good show outside, so I think you can do this for me in front of my family. We can arrange a date, to be seen out in public beforehand. I need the news to get back to my mother so she will get off my back and stop setting me up on dates. We can also plot out how we met and all the details that are needed to get away with this.”
“What do I get out of this?” Her voice is soft, quiet, with a slight edge to it.
“Me.” I wink. “A week in Hawaii. Free food and drink. All the sun and ocean you can get; plus, some excitement. Something to add to the memory bank. That is what you women do, right?”
She thinks on it, biting her lip, making my dick stir again. What is it about this woman that makes me have this reaction?
“I could do with some fun.” She licks her lips and my cock twitches in my pants. “Can I think on it?”
I nod. “Of course.”
I take out a business card and lay it on the table, pushing it toward her. She picks it up, reading what is embossed on the back of the card in gold.
“Romeo De Massy. Entrepreneur.” Her voice takes on a breathy tone. “Romeo.” She tests my name again.
I nod. “I own clubs and casinos.”
She says nothing else, so I wrap my knuckles on the table, pulling her attention from the card in her tiny hand. Her wide eyes come to my face, while she licks her lips again, and I bite back a groan.
“I hope to hear from you soon, Nell.” To add effect just in case her ex is still lingering around, or that is what I am telling myself, I lean down, kissing the corner of her mouth, before turning to leave.
As I reach the door, I look at her and see her watching me. I wink and step through the door out into the brisk air, and fuck me, I feel like I can breathe again. I barely know this woman, but she is making me feel like a fucking teenage boy with raging hormones.
I hope she accepts my offer; it would spare me a week of hassle from my mother and aunties.