Page 26 of Destined for the Devil
"I'm not old. And my dick has no problems. You saw that yourself last night." I leaned in a tiny bit closer and spoke quietly, making sure she heard every word.
She nodded and furrowed her eyebrows in sarcasm. "You're a little old, and it seems like…you needed something else to get off last night. The blonde alone didn't do it for you."
Fucking fuck. Her sensuous eyes met mine, pulling me into a whirlpool. She always knew what to respond but had no idea what it all did to me.
"Your mouth always this unhinged, or just for me?" I cringed at my own words. Why did this girl disarm me and turn me into an idiot?!
She giggled and looked down at the cigarette between her fingers. Unmistakably, her face bloomed in a pink hue, and all of me burned with pleasure from doing that to her.
"You really want to talk about my mouth?" She shot her gaze up into mine, absolutely unashamed at her own words.
I realized at this moment that I had to fucking dosomething.I was going to tell her how I felt, and whatever was going to happen would just have to happen.
My vision blurred to everything except her, and I wondered how she was going to react. My breathing raced—was I fucking nervous?! Who thefuckhad I become?!
"Isla..." I began so uncertainly, but at precisely this second, the doorbell rang loudly and completely shattered the moment.
She threw her gaze toward the door momentarily. "I ordered Chinese food. Have dinner with me? One last time?" There was no humor or smile on her face. She looked...sad? Regretful? Before I could figure it out, she stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and stepped inside to get the door.
I tried to catch my breath, feeling something akin to fear run through me. I was scared that if I told her everything that was in my heart, that would be a final break. At least in this limbo, while it was torture, she was still close by.
She unpacked the food and passed me a plate and chopsticks, again melting my heart with her attention. Why the fuck had no other woman cared for me like this before?
"I can't take you to your new place tomorrow," I lied. "I have to go to work early in the morning."
She shrugged and responded easily while pouring wonton soup into a bowl. "I didn't expect you to. I’m going to get an Uber. I don't have that much stuff, remember? Just what you bought me. Thanks again for taking me in and clothing me and washing me and feeding me."
Her warm and genuine smile appeared again, and I had to close my eyes not to see it, lest I fucking get down on my knees and propose.
"It was my pleasure. Surprisingly, I enjoyed living with you." I focused on anything my eyes would land on, making sure not to catch her gaze.
"Why surprising?! I'm a nice girl; I'm not a monster!" She spoke in humor while serving me.
She wasn't the monster. I was. Nothing good would come of revealing the truth.
14
No One Ever Again
Isla
Thedayarrivedforme to leave, and I held it together, forbidding myself from bawling my eyes out. God-fucking-damn it. I didn’t want to leave him. I got so used to having Roman around.
I hated—hatedto admit that after witnessing what happened the other night, I wanted him more than ever. But it wasn’t just physical attraction. I knew that my feelings were real, deeper. I wantedallof him.
The light knock on my door at seven thirty in the morning kicked me into high gear, and I quickly threw on an oversized t-shirt. With my hair wet, no bra, no shorts, I appeared in front of him the same way I looked when I first arrived—like a disaster, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to say goodbye to him.
And Roman…well, Roman always looked like he was about to step on a fucking red carpet or something. His raven-colored hair was slicked back like usual, he wore a freshly pressed shirt and black pants, and shoes that were worth more than my entire life, probably.
"I came to give you a hug and say goodbye and say I'm going to miss living with you." He spoke in one breath. He looked dejected, and in a sick way, it made me happy because I was devastated to say goodbye.
"I'm sure you will! Who’s going to cook for you now? Who's going to teach you how to make proper coffee? Who's going to watch you fuck on the couch?" I joked, eliciting a smile. Ugh, hissmile!
He didn't say anything else, just stretched out his arms, and I slowlystepped into them, melting into the warmest, softest, most wanted hug of my life. I could have stayed there forever. Just in his arms, in a hug, I didn't care about anything else. He held me so gently, leaning in, and it was just so easy to lift up my head and meet his eyes and see...what would happen?
I recognized what was happening in my body—elevated heart rate, shortness of breath, clammy hands, and heat in every corner of me. So I let go first, realizing it was prolonging too much.
With a quick "bye", he walked out of the front door and out of my life.
