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GREER
Say you’re mine.
Those words play on repeat in my head as Roman continues touching me in ways I never thought possible.
He works my body like he’s had the playbook all along.
No one has ever touched me like this.
And it’s a sad thought to know no one will ever again.
I close my eyes as his fingers scissor inside me. He pushes deeper, and my eyes spring open, locking with his.
“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” His voice is deep and husky.
I hate that we’re just pretending to be a couple, and after tonight, no one will ever question us again. I know he doesn’t mean the words he’s saying. I know they’re just as fake as our fauxmance.
I know how men are.
They have no feelings.
Sex to them is a conquest.
And once they’ve conquered, they move on to the next shiny new toy. I need to remember this as Roman pumps his fingers deeper inside me.
My body’s brimming with desire, right on the precipice of orgasm, betraying me as he touches me.
“I know you’re close, Greer. Give it to me, please.” The timbre of his voice has me believing he really wants this. Really wants me.
My insides coil, igniting a passion deep inside, and then his fingers stop. And my heart sinks.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, the mood disappearing the longer he stares at me.
“I can’t do this.” He removes his hand from between my legs, and I feel embarrassed. Humiliated.
“I’ll be right back.” I stand and rush out of the room.
Roman is hot on my heels as I search for the closest restroom. When I spot the sign, I rush inside and stare at myself in the mirror. “Calm down, girl,” I say to myself.
“Greer,” Roman says, entering the women’s restroom.
I spin around. “What are you doing here?” I glance around to make sure we’re alone.
“I pushed you too far.” He thrusts his hands into the pockets of his suit pants. “I’m sorry, Greer.” He steps closer. “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”
I gaze up into his eyes, wanting him to be mine. Wishing he could be mine. But that’s just a fantasy, and I need to remember what we’re doing here. “I think people will believe we’re a couple now. I think you should take me home.”
He nods.
No words are spoken between us as we head out of the bathroom. His SUV is waiting for us when we exit the club. He holds the door for me, and I slip into the front seat.
On the drive home, I can’t bring myself to look at him, so I stare out the window, watching the cityscape pass by in a blur.
I fight against the overwhelming urge to let tears escape, my heart clenching with the effort. The truth is undeniable—I've harbored feelings for Roman since I was thirteen.
When he pulls up my driveway and puts the SUV in park, I finally turn to him. “I’m going to bed.” I rush out of the SUV as he shuts off the engine.
I leave the front door open and he slips through keeping quiet as he does. Roman’s been staying here now, and I’ve got the guest room all made up for him, but I wish more than anything he’d keep doing what he was doing at the club.
