Chapter Six
Work finally slowed down.
There were no other random women accusing Roman of fathering their babies. There was no disaster campaign that needed saving. It was just business as usual. Roman didn’t have any impromptu visits out of the country.
From the moment she was on the clock, as was he, it was professional.
Even if they did arrive at the office together.
The instant they were in the building, Roman created distance between them.
He didn’t linger his gaze at her. No stray hand on her back or her ass.
When they were alone, that was exactly what they got.
At lunch, he worked through it, and sometimes they had lunch together. Abigail didn’t know what was wrong with her, as one week passed, then a second.
Their days were devoted to work. At night, he would come by her place, or he’d tell her to come by his. They alternated their time. Sundays were the same, the only difference was, they spent their time fucking, or making love. It was a fuck fest.
They never gave a single hint to anyone what was happening the moment they were on private property. She loved their time away from the office.
Then her cycle appeared, just as she knew it would.
Her pills had stopped a few days ago. She always had to wait a couple of days, but the pains had already started.
She never let it show. That didn’t stop her from yearning for Roman’s touch throughout the day.
He’d been respectful of her. Only tonight, that was not going to happen because of her dreaded cycle.
They had stopped using condoms, and that was a whole other experience.
She didn’t think it could get any hotter with Roman, yet he proved her wrong time and time again.
He loved to watch. After they’d both reach climax, Roman would pull out and watch between her thighs as his seed came out of her pussy.
There were times he’d rub his fingers against her and smear it all over her pussy.
Sometimes, it would arouse him, and he’d take her again, watching as his previous cum slid over his cock.
It was dirty, filthy, and it turned her on even more.
She had expected the sex to wane between them. They’d been together now nearly a month, and she had never known a woman to stay in Roman’s world for longer than that. He didn’t buy her jewels, or send her flowers. She got his company, and she loved the weekends they’d shared together.
By the end of Friday, with her stomach hurting, she made her way into his office. She always said goodbye, only this time, she was going to have to tell him there was no point in him coming home to her.
“I’m about to head out,” she said.
“I’ll see you soon,” Roman said. He was always vague so if anyone was listening to them, they didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Uh, about that, I don’t think it is a good time for you to come tonight,” she said, hating that she was even saying it.
Roman put down the piece of paper he’d been reading. “Why?”
“It’s my time of the month, and nothing is going to happen. Sorry,” she said.
“Okay,” Roman said. “Is that all? Your menstrual cycle is here?”
This was strange. Her ex never wanted to know. He didn’t want to talk about it, because he thought it was weird and gross.
“Yes,” she said. And she hated that it meant he wasn’t coming around tonight.
Roman nodded. “See you soon.”
She wanted to ask him what that meant, but instead she wished him a good night and made her way out of his office.
She took the elevator to the base floor, where Carl was waiting.
She was tempted to tell him not to bother, but the truth was, she was tired of putting on a brave face now.
Her body hurt. She ached. Her stomach felt tender, and she was seriously bloated, and she just wanted to take a nice, hot shower, change into the worst but most comfortable pair of pajamas she owned, and eat ice cream for the whole night.
Maybe with some hot chocolate fudge sauce, or maybe even peanut butter chocolate fudge sauce. Both sounded great.
Carl dropped her off outside of her apartment building, and she thanked him before leaving him behind. Stepping into her apartment, she closed and locked the door. She made her way to her bedroom and removed her clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket the moment she was finished with them.
Once she was naked, she turned the hot water on, waited a minute, and as she did, she thought about Roman. Whenever they took a shower together, he always put his back to the cold water, protecting her. He was a gentleman that way.
Stepping beneath the hot steam, she tilted her head back and basked in the warmth. Her body felt so ... terrible. She hated this part of being a woman. It was painful, and no matter what, they had to suck it up, because that was life.
After soaping her body, she quickly washed her hair with shampoo, followed by conditioner, and that was the shower complete.
She turned off the hot water, wrapped a towel around her body, prepared her panties for her cycle, and slid them on.
Drying her body, she quickly changed into her ugliest pair of pajamas, which were so old they had holes around the neckband.
For some reason, Abigail just couldn’t bring herself to toss them out. They were so comfortable.
Once they were on, and her hair was dried as well as it could be without a blow-dryer, she made her way outside to her fridge, only to discover she and Roman had eaten the last of her ice cream.
Which sucked. To have more ice cream meant going to the freaking store, which was not what she wanted to do.
She made her way to her sofa and grabbed the remote. Life fucking sucked without ice cream. She started to click through the channels and it would seem life sucked on television as well.
Abigail had just turned the television off when there was a knock at her door. She frowned. There were no deliveries, and once again, she hadn’t let anyone inside.
Getting to her feet, although it was the last thing she wanted to do, she walked over to her door, checking through the peephole, and sure enough, the person on the other side surprised her. She opened the door.
“Roman?”
He smiled at her. “So, I have four types of ice cream. Three of them are your favorite, and I was radical and picked a flavor for me. Also, I got us a rom-com movie.” He held up a movie she had never seen before and didn’t have any clue what it was about.
“It’s popular and all the women are loving it. ”
“You brought ice cream and a movie?”
“Yes.”
Somehow, he was standing in her apartment, and the door was closed and locked.
“Why?”
“So I can spend some time with you.”
“But we can’t ... you know?” She didn’t feel confident to finish.
“I know that, and I’m not here for sex. I’m here to spend some time with you.
I’ve also got something else.” He held up a finger, and then dived into his bag.
“I got you a hot-water bottle. It’s supposed to help soothe and calm your stomach.
” Then he held up his hands. “And I’ve got these, and they are known to give really great massages. ”
She chuckled. “You’re a goofball, has anyone ever told you that?”
“I’ve been told from time to time that I have an absolutely loveable personality.” He winked at her. “It’s all part of my charm.”
“Are you charmed?”
“I am, yes.”
He reached out and cupped her chin. “I don’t like that it looks like you’ve been crying. Why have you been crying?” he asked.
“It’s going to seem really silly.”
“Try me?”
Abigail didn’t want to say anything, but there was no point in hiding it. “I ran out of ice cream, and it’s all I want to eat.” She pouted.
He chuckled. “Then that makes me your savior.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “And I am glad to have done it. Now, how about I shower? You make some chocolate peanut butter fudge sauce I know you love, and we’ll eat ice cream and watch this movie.”
She wanted to tell him she loved him. He was being so sweet and kind. Her ex would have told her to fuck off and stop moaning, or looking like a slob.
“By the way, adorable,” Roman said, pointing at her clothes.
Roman was making it hard not to fall in love with him.
****
Several days later at lunch, Roman was doing a quick search online to see what other movies would be suitable for him and Abigail to watch. They hadn’t been able to have sex, but they certainly had enjoyed each other, just as he knew they would.
Roman had always considered himself a horror guy, but he quite enjoyed the rom-com. He also loved Abi curling up in his arms, and he had to carry her to bed. That night, he’d pulled her into his arms and breathed in everything about her. He marveled at how good she felt in his arms.
There were no meetings booked for the next couple of hours, so work was slow. It was rare for him to say that, and he never complained about it out loud, as that was usually the kiss of death.
The door to his office opened, and Abigail stepped inside. They did share their lunches from time to time.
“Miss Gardner,” he said.
“Mr. Brown.”
He sat back in his chair and smirked as she flicked the lock on the door, then proceeded to close every one of his blinds. He tended to keep his office open. For the past month or so, he’d respected her wishes.
Abigail turned toward him, and he watched as she removed the clip that bound her hair to the back of her neck. He loved her hair. Roman didn’t say a word as she closed the distance between them, and when she moved between the desk and his body, he still didn’t touch her.
“What are you doing, Miss Gardner?” he asked.
“I’m breaking my rules,” she said.
“You are?”
“Yes.” She straddled his waist, and he still didn’t put his hands on her, even though it was proving difficult not to. All he wanted to do was touch her.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Brown, don’t you want to fuck me?” she asked.
“Always.”