Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Roman
Was I looking? Yeah, okay, I was. But I wouldn’t do anything other than look. I have a sister after all. I wouldn’t want someone hurting her, but I also can’t stop myself from taking a peek. Whoever this woman is, she is beautiful. Stunning really. But that doesn’t mean I would ever do anything to her without her explicit permission. And something tells me I’m not going to get that anytime soon.
“Look, that can’t be comfortable. Let’s…stay put.”
I step back into my now wartorn room for a moment. Broken glass and pottery cover the floor alongside the shattered remnants of what was once my bedside lamp. But I don’t have time to think about that. I go to the closet and grab some climbing rope. By the time I come back out into the hall, my sweet little hostage has rolled herself over and tried to wiggle her way to the staircase.
“What are you going to do once you get over to the stairs? Roll down them and pray you don’t break your neck? Are you crazy?”
I bend to pick her up and carry her, bridal style, down the stairs. She starts to try to kick out of my grasp, putting both of us in danger.
“Really? Really? Are you crazy or just homicidal?”
I shrug and switch the way I am holding her, ending up with her thrown over my shoulder and the sexy sight of her round ass right next to my face. I tell myself I have to hold onto her tight so she won’t fall and hurt herself, but I can be honest with myself and admit that I like the way her leg feels under my hand.
I pull a chair out from under the table, gently sit her down, and start tying her to it. When I step back and look, all I can see is how far her legs are spread open with both of them tied to either side of the chair. When she realizes where my eyes have gone, she starts mumbling through the silk handkerchief I put in her mouth and jerking against the binding.
“Yeah…that isn’t going to work.”
I bend back over and tie her legs together at the ankles and then tie that to just one of the spindles. Now she looks less…open and more comfortable. Well, as comfortable as a person tied to a chair can be.
“Now…we are going to talk about…,” my phone is so loud it echoes through the house. I raise my eyes to the ceiling and try to bring my patience back from the grave it has been shoved into. “God damn it, can you… just sit still and I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.”
She actually rolls her eyes and starts mumbling what sounds like curse words. I’m pretty sure she just questioned my mother’s decency. I make a run for the stairs and don’t waste time grabbing my phone and trying to figure everything out. I check the phone but don’t recognize the number. I should call them back, but I’m a little busy right now.
I hear the door open and hurry down the stairs. Surely, she couldn’t have untied all those knots and made it to the door so quickly… could she? But when I hit the bottom step, it only takes a glance to realize my little hostage is still tied where I left her. Then a sound catches my attention and I turn to find one of the guys from my hockey team standing with a small blonde woman staring back at me.
“Roman?” Her voice seems familiar, and she apparently knows me, “Why is my sister tied to a chair… in her underwear?”
Sister?
“Maybe you should explain what the hell is going on, Rome.”
I turn my attention back to Roan. Why is he here? How the hell did they get in without setting off the alarm? Sister? Now, Roan is here looking at me like I’m some kind of monster.
“I’ll explain as soon as you guys explain what this hellcat was doing in my bed?” I step into Roan’s line of sight. Even if everything is covered, he doesn’t need to see her…like this. “And don’t look. She’s not really dressed for company.”
“Bed? My sister was in your bed? Why was my sister in your bed?”
“That’s what I’m asking you…,”
I stare at the blonde finally placing where I have seen her before. She’s the girl that was supposed to be staying here with Pearl - my sister, who isn’t here right now because she fell in love with my friend Spade. Everybody is hooking up or going off and getting fucking married it seems. It’s one of the reasons I left so quickly after coming home to find my sister in love with my friend.
“Okay, maybe… maybe we just need to take a big step back and start all over again. Hi. I’m Summer -Pearl’s friend…,”
Summer! That was her name.
“And that is my sister, Nolia.”
I turn to look at the tiny woman I have tied to one of my chairs. Nolia. Her name is Nolia. The little ray of sunshine that’s pushed her way into my life is named Nolia.