Page 106 of Downfall

And Sofia, Sofia is on another high-profile, high visibility date with Otto.

I’ve already seen her image flash up multiple times across social media, and to be fair I can’t blame her for picking somewhere as public as she has because we both know it contains him. It keeps Otto under control, and it ensures that Sofia doesn’t have to give any more than she’s willing.

The radio crackles. I look across at it and then back at my screen just as a voice comes through.

“We have a visitor.”

I frown, pulling up the tab to see the front door but no one is there.

Would Darius be so bold as to send someone to ‘fix’ me? Fuck I hope so, I’m itching for an excuse to be rid of him. To just butcher him and the consequences be damned.

I scan through the other cameras and then I see it, the shadow, the figure, and, as their body comes into view on the next angle, I recognise who it is.

Well, well, it appears the mouse does sometimes come to the cat after all.

I can’t help but grin, getting up, making my way silently to where the beauty is. She’s walking quietly, hesitantly almost, as if she’s not convinced that being here is an entirely sane move. I come up behind her, one hand wrapped around her mouth, the other around her upper body pining her back into me.

She freezes, a whimper escapes her lips, muffled against my palm, and I lean in getting a good breath of her.

“And why would a Capulet be creeping around my house?” I murmur.

She relaxes a tiny bit at my voice, at the knowledge that it’s me that found her and not someone else who’d misinterpreted what this is.

Because we both know why she’s come. Why she’s here.

I let her go just enough that she can spin around and face me. She’s wearing a silk dress, beneath I can see her nipples already poking through. Her breasts are heaving and I’m dying to just grab them, to feel them in my hands again.

“You’ve been creeping into my house.” She says. “I thought it was about time I did the same to you.”

I let out a low laugh. “I’ve done a lot worse than simply creep into your house Rose.” I state and her cheeks seem to blush with memory.

I push her back into the wall, as my hands begin to explore her. Even the silk of her dress can’t compare to the softness of her perfect skin. “I used to creep into your bed too. I used to spread those delicate little legs of yours and feast on that pretty cunt.”

She shudders, her hands raise to my chest and she pushes enough to put a tiny bit of distance between us. “I came here to talk.” She says.

I raise an eyebrow and make a point of staring at her body. “In that dress?”

She shakes her head, using that resolved tone she has when she’s trying to be serious. “Roman…”

“Fine.” I say stepping back, but I don’t let her go, not really anyway, I stalk her steps, stalk the very air she breathes as I gesture to where my office is.

The door shuts loud enough to crack the pressure between us. She turns, her eyes darting around to take in the space.

“Talk Rose.” I say.

“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?” She replies all haughty.

I should fuck that attitude right out of her. I should pick her up, throw her over my desk and prove to us both what she’s really looking for because it’s definitely not a conversation and nor is it a god damn drink.

Fuck, how does she do this? How does she seem to just take over all my sense of logic, of reason? I walk over pouring her out a glass of whiskey and she wrinkles her nose.

“You know I don’t drink that stuff.”

“Fine.” I murmur, putting it down before stalking off to get a bottle. The little minx wants something more refined, then I’ll give her refined before I show her how much of an animal she really is.

I grab a bottle of champagne, Boërl & Kroff no less, so let’s see her make a fuss about this one and I pick up two glasses too.

She jumps as I walk back in, putting her bag down, leaning against the desk, watching me as if I might strike at any second, and in truth, with the way I feel, I probably will.

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