Roman asserts that he will be driving me back home even though I suggested he rests. He tells me to wait for him by the house entrance while he gets the car from the garage.
Just as he leaves, Damon drives pass in an Audi. I remember the car from the day Roman and he gave me a ride home after my car broke down at an abandoned gas station on my way back from the grocery store. I recall that that day was the first time Roman and I ever had a conversation where we weren't biting off each other's head.
"I can see you are in one piece" Damon comment. He smirks and adds, "And clothed"
I want to glare at him but I remember how he helped me delay Roman from unlocking the bedroom door, I owe him one.
"Thanks for helping me out earlier" i send him a knowing expression to convey what I'm referring to.
Damon winks, "Anything for my favorite cousin's girl" He grins before driving off.
His favorite cousin's girl? Unless I've been wrongly informed, R
I'm Moody all through the next week. Cassie and Robyn notices but I keep telling them nothing is wrong whenever they ask. I mean, i want to talk about it but where do I start? Also, Roman's father is Robyn's uncle. I don't think it would be nice of me to blatantly bad mouth her uncle to her even if he more than deserves it. As for Roman, we barely hang out this week. Whenever he asks, I come up with an excuse to decline. I know he senses something is up with me but just doesn't want to push me. On Thursday evening, I'm home alone after declining an offer from Cassie to go shopping with her and Robyn. Apparently, Elijah is making up to Robyn for some offense by taking her on an all-expense paid shopping spree. Not one to forgive him that easily, Robyn invited Cassie who then invited me to go with them with the mission of spending as much of Elijah's money as possible. It sounds fun but I know I will only ruin their time with my solemn mood. I t
"Lindsey Marie Jordan!" I hear a loud voice similar to my mom's scream my name causing me to jerk awake. I can't see properly because my hair falls as a curtain over my eyes and face, I attempt to raise up a hand to shove the mass of hair from my view but I can't move my arms. What the hell? I settle for shaking my head repeatedly until a chunk covering my left eye slips off and I can now see clearly again. "Oh shit!" I exclaim. I'm lying down on Roman, in our living room couch. Unlike my face that is filled with horror, Roman looks calm. His eyes are wide open, barely any sign of sleep remaining. I look forward to see my mom standing over us and glaring. Oh boy... "Let go" I mutter to Roman, he obeys and his tight grip loosens enough for me to break through. "Good morning, Mrs Jordan" Roman greets my mom politely like what is happening here is a normal occurrence. My mom blinks at Roman's calm tone, I understand her surprise.
On Thursday morning, a day to Roman's birthday, I send him a text message to leave his schedule after school clear and free because I have a surprise planned for him. His reply made me laugh. Sexiest Man Alive: Please tell me the surprise involves a lot of movement on a bed with little to no clothes on?? Wink emoji I chuckle at the words on my phone screen before responding. Me: How about you clear up your schedule after school and you get to find out..? His reply is instant. Sexiest Man Alive: Consider it done, Cookie. After school I send another text message to Roman asking him to come and pick me up at my house. I would have preferred to pick him up from his and drive to where I have the surprise planned out but the fear of running into Roman's father after the last encounter keeps me away. Roman agrees to come pick me up at 6 pm like I requested. Fifteen minutes to
"Damn babe, this is really good..." He compliments, his gaze fixed on the steak in front of him as he takes another bite with a relish. He spares me a glance with raised eyebrows as he discovers me still standing at the same spot he left me at. He turns and pours himself a drink from the bottle of unopened wine I got from Robyn. "I don't mind you not sharing the steak with me, it's so delicious I want it all to myself but I think you'll hurt your feet if you stand throughout this picnic date. Also, is it still a date if you're standing five feet away?" Roman asks me, just as he grabs another piece of steak and takes a bite. This time, I don't wait to hear his moan of enjoyment as I hurriedly walk to the blanket and take a seat opposite him. Roman looks at me with a smile so soft I think I might just be dreaming. He picks up another piece of steak and holds it up to my mouth. Wait, is he doing what I think he is? Is he trying to feed me
The afternoon before the night that is Roman's birthday party, Leo comes up to my room to inform me that some delivery man is at the door with a package for me. "A delivery man?" I question, I didn't order anything. "Cassie did you order anything and request to have it shipped to my address?" I ask my best friend who I know has a habit of ordering stuff online, although why would she tag it's delivery to my house is not a reason I'm aware of. Cassie, who is currently taking up a significant space on my bed, answers, "No. I did not" What sent it then? I wonder. Or could it be that...I walk out of my room and to the door where there indeed is a delivery man waiting, beside him is three packages all wrapped up in carton colored paper so I can't even predict what could be inside. Spotting me, the man asks. "Miss Jordan?" I nod. "Yeah, that's me" He stretches out his hand holding a paper on a clipboard. "Please sign here" He instructs me.Uh... "Can I know who sent the pac
If I had thought Roman's house couldn't look more intimidating or magnificent than it usually does, I was wrong. His family is going all out for his eighteenth birthday party. The menacing white mansion is decorated to the brim and filled with so much people. The security guards at the entrance are triple the usual number. It's takes a bit of a while for Case to find a free parking space as nearly everywhere is occupied. There are so many luxurious cars here I don't think there is this amount is Seattle alone, not to talk more of Rixon hills. "I don't think I've ever seen this much expensive cars in one place before" Case comments as we exit his Mercedes Benz. His car is one of the best in our school but it is definitely the cheapest one here tonight. Leo shakes his head, "I won't be shocked if the president of the United States were in attendance tonight" He says. I won't be shocked as well. Cassie hurries us along with a, "Let's go in guys, looks like the party is already in fu
"Hey guys" Robyn greets us with enthusiasm before taking a seat by my left. "I love your jumpsuit!" Cassie compliments her and we join in with smiles. Robyn always looks good, that's for sure. I'm not surprised she opted not to wear a dress like ninety nine percent of the ladies here, she always liked to stand out. Damon collects two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and takes his seat. He knocks one back with a single gulp and takes another sip from the second. He looks to be in a bad mood. "What's up with you?" I ask him. These past few weeks since I've been with Roman, Damon and I have gotten closer as well and I have come to care about the annoying boy. He opens his mouth to speak then reconsiders with a shake of his head before proceeding to toss back the second glass and signal another waiter for a third. I furrow my brow at his actions, does he intend to get completely drunk before his cousin’s birthday even starts?
I get lost trying to find my way around and back to the hall where Roman's birthday party is being held. I blame the tears streaming down my face out of the lose tear ducts in my eyes for blocking my vision. I blame Nicole, her father and Roman's evil father for saying I'm not good enough to be with Roman while Nicole is the perfect match. I blame myself for eavesdropping, I even blame Roman for being so incredible and charming that I let my guard down and fell for him. It's everyone's fault, me, Roman, Nicole, the entire world in fact. I'm loosing it, my emotions are all over the place as I cross hallways after hallways to find my way back to the hall, or at least a bathroom to wash my face, I'm sure my makeup is a mess. I pause over a staircase that I believe should lead me to the hall and run my fingertips over my eyes and face to wipe away any tear marks. Just then a huge shadow befalls me I nearly jump out of my skin with fright. The fear of the shadow a