Hired Love
Chapter 30

"Is everything alright?" Roman asked. "Fuck, did I go too hard? I'm sorry."

No, you didn't go too hard, you doofus. It was perfect, she meant to say. It had been the best thing she'd ever experienced. No other man had come close. So why couldn't she look him in the eye? Why were her eyes still closed and why the fuck did she feel like crying?

God, how pathetic was she. She'd entered this with her eyes wide open and yet she'd still allowed herself to fall for him. Roman had been wrong; Matt wasn't the loser here. It was she. She was the one who would still be single, miserable, and lonely after all this ended and it certainly didn't help that she had just had sex with him.

She forced her eyes open, forced herself to look into his worried eyes. "No, no. you did nothing wrong. It was perfect."

He didn't look convinced, so she smiled. It wasn't a fake one. She smiled because he'd made her feel more beautiful that anyone she'd ever been with. "I loved it."

His eyes watched her for a moment. She thought he still didn't believe her until he smiled too. He cupped her cheek, pressing a light kiss on her lips. "It was the best sex I've ever had."

She supposed she should have been flattered. It was a compliment, if you looked at it a certain way and ignored all the red flags. She offered a smile, hoping she didn't look constipated. Okay, so he'd slept with a few women. Few being somewhere between a hundred and a thousand, you mean, her mind echoed.

She willed her thoughts to shut up because she was this close to pulling her hair out. He'd said it was the best sex he'd ever had. That should mean something right? Maybe it meant that her pussy was just that good out of say, a few other hundreds.

He lifted himself off her body, walking to the bathroom. She lay on the bed, trying to steady her breath. It had been truly perfect. That was what scared her.

When she opened her eyes, he was kneeling between her spread legs with a wet towel in his hand. She watched him in silence as he wiped between her legs with great care. The tears she'd been holding fell freely and they didn't stop. Not even when he strolled back to the bathroom after completely his task. They didn't stop when he came back and climbed into bed with her, holding her back to his front. His body was damp. He'd probably taken a shower.

She gripped his hands wrapped around her middle, struggling with her heaving chest. What was she to do when all these was over? Did he expect her just go back to her life and pretend like the week hadn't happened? How on earth was that even possible? He was everywhere. He was all she could think of. His smile, the deep, throaty sound of his laugh, the sexy drawl of his voice when he woke up, the emerald green of his eyes, the blinding white of his teeth, the gentle way he'd held and cared for Olivia like she was his, the scorching feel of his touch, everything.

She wished desperately she could go back in time and say no to Grace. If she'd known this would happen, she wouldn't have even gone to the club. That had been the starting point of all these nonsense.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to." She heard the regret in his voice, felt him place a kiss on her shoulder. "I would have stopped if I'd known."

The tears didn't stop. They only fell harder. How would she tell him that she was in love with him? She'd specifically used the word like to soften the blow. She hadn't wanted him to run for the hills.

"You didn't hurt me, Roman." She finally said when she was certain she could talk without crying.

"You keep saying that," He sounded frustrated. "You also keep crying. What am I supposed to think?"

"What, you've never had one of your multitudinous lovers weep in ecstasy after sex?"

"Not really, no. It usually ends with them smiling or laughing."

So she was the only one. The one with the best pussy was surprise surprise the one who cried the most. Pathetic.

"Tell me what I did wrong." He said, tightening his hold on her.

"Just hold me," She whispered, letting the strength of his arms envelope her. It felt like she was falling deeper into him, and he was ignorantly catching her, unaware that his arms were slowly becoming a resting place for her heart.

Love was a dangerous game; Stacy was as terrible a player as any. She always seemed to lose. She couldn't recall the last time she'd been in a relationship that hadn't ended with her in the mud, figuratively speaking, of course. Take her last relationship for example. Matt had somehow decided that he'd rather date her sister instead of her and he hadn't even had the decency to apologize for cheating.

Maybe she should just accept that she'd be alone forever. It wasn't a bad thing, though she didn't want to. But when life gave lemons, lemonades followed right? Roman was just for the mean time. They had less than four days together. There was absolutely no reason why they couldn't enjoy what little time they could spend with each other. Like he said, sex didn't have to be complicated. She was a big girl and big girls knew how to handle themselves. She wiped her face, closing her eyes.

He didn't ever have to know that she loved him.

It was for the best.