Page 23 of Destined for the Devil
"You don't like living here?" He repeated again! What had gotten into him? How did he not understand why I was moving?!
"I—I don't live here, Roman. I was staying here because I was literally homeless, you know that. I don't understand why you're reacting this wa—"
"Because!" He suddenly snapped and raised his voice but immediately realized his reaction was over the top. He took a breath in to calm down, and I sat frozen in front of him, both scared and incredibly curious to find out what was going on in his head.
"You just moved in here, and...you haven't even started your job. What if you get fired? And you don't know if this new place is safe. And also, I thought you liked living here!" Roman was unrecognizable—flustered, searching for words, and making absolutely no sense.
"I do! I do like living here! But Roman, I can'tlive,live here! I can't live with you. You understand that, right?” I looked into his pure blue eyes, momentarily distracted and feeling extremely silly trying to justifymy plans. “Plus, I thought you'd be happy I'm moving out! You get your privacy back, finally!"
He scoffed and crossed his arms, and I suddenly remembered what he told me at that sushi dinner. With a bit of humor and an innocent shoulder shrug, I added, "You can finally bring a girl over!" Yes, bring his number up to two hundred and fifty-one! I hated her, whoever she would turn out to be.
Without sparing him another glance, I shot up off the chair and grabbed my plate, marching behind the kitchen island and to the sink. Within a few seconds, he was already behind me.
"Bring a girl over? Fuck, is that what you think, Isla?" I spun around to face him, his tall frame blocking out all light once more. If looks could kill, Roman was annihilating me. This felt fucking dangerous.
And I liked it.
“You want me to bring someone over?” He narrowed his eyes at me, as if daring me to respond.
I had no answer; I couldn’t even think! Our proximity was making me hyperventilate, and just like last time, he was in fucking control. “If you think the reason I haven't brought a girl over was because I felt like I had no privacy, thenfuck!I'll call one right now—prove to you that's not the case."
Angrily shoving his plate into the dishwasher, he whipped the hand towel on the countertop and turned and walked away, not sparing me another glance or even letting me understand what just happened.
This time, the door to his room slammed shut, and I flinched at the sound,abso-fucking-lutelystunned at his behavior. Roman was turning out to be a complete psycho, and I was clearly a total idiot to have developed some sort of feelings for him!
Determined to ignore and move past whatever the fuck that was, I spent the rest of the night on my bed, my face buried in my phone andearbuds in my ears.
Another YouTube video started that recapped some of the material I had learned in med school. If I ever wanted to go back, I had to at least try to maintain what I learned.
All my textbooks and notes from university had burned in the inferno, and I was lamenting that fact so much. Watching YouTube videos was my only hope to keep the information somewhat fresh in my mind.
At some point, the front door opened and closed, but I turned the volume up, forcing myself to not care. Video after video, the monotone voice was lulling me to sleep until a text from Roman appeared at the top of the screen, and I sat up as if electrocuted.
Roman:Come to the living room.
I stared at the text, gulping down hard to calm the heartbeat in my throat. This was so odd. I waited until the YouTube video finished and then climbed off the bed, both confused and apprehensive of his text. But as soon as I opened my door, heavy breathing and a woman's moans hit my ears. I froze mid-step, realizing that it was coming from...the living room.
My faceburned,shame and embarrassment washing over me that I was overhearing a clearly very private moment, but just then, my phone buzzed with another text.
Roman:Come.
At a snail’s pace, my mind began putting it all together. I shuffled my feet forward, as if I wasn’t in control of my actions, and approached the living room, where my eyes landed on what I knew was happening.
Roman was having sex with a woman.
The private act was on full display for me, and I stood planted to the floor, still in the hallway, but close enough to hear and see it all.
But then Roman’s gaze locked with mine, and my heart stopped. He was fully naked, forcefully thrusting into a svelte blonde that stood on all fours on the couch. His hand pressed her face into the cushion, facing away from me.
This looked like full-out porn. It was rough and hard, and Roman groaned with every thrust, the sound of his voice waking up something sinister inside me.
But the way he looked at me…shattered all of me. This was obviously set up for me to see. His eyes burned a hole in me; anger and vengeance clearly displayed on his face. The blonde woman interrupted the moment with a loud yelp, but without breaking eye contact with me, Roman growled at her, "Quiet!"
At this, she obeyed without question and quieted down, the silence only being punctured by her now stifled moans.
I watched. I stood there and watched how Roman leaned in closer to her, never pausing his thrusts. His eyes on mine, he spoke loud enough for me to hear every word. "Tell me what you like, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
His smirk grew, just like the throb between my legs. What the fuck, why was this so hot?
