Hired Love
Chapter 36

"Alright."

His waist started moving again and once more, he was fucking her. It didn't take long for him to get to that edge again. His groans echoed in her ear as she moaned into the bed.

The tempo of his groans increased and soon after, "Turn on your stomach."

She turned, staring up at his face. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was open. One hand was on his cock, stroking the rod with urgency. He was so beautiful.

"Open your mouth, baby." Roman almost yelled.

The second she opened her mouth, she felt the hot liquid on her tongue. The musky scent filled her nostrils, and she kept her mouth open till he was done spilling. Maintaining eye contact with him, she closed her mouth, tasting him for the first time.

It wasn't bitter or sour. She found it was actually really sweet. She swallowed, licking her lips.

"Don't do that," Roman said, his eyes wide. He looked like he was in pain.

"Why not?" She asked, sitting up. "It's not bitter."

"Why do you sound like you were expecting it to be?"

"I wasn't. But I have heard that some men have bitter jizz."

He got off her, helped her to her feet and to the bathroom. "Well, thank you for the compliment."

"Thank you for the sex." She told him, switching on the faucet. Her body was drenched with sweat and not just hers.

"I'm not a prostitute, Stacy. You don't have to thank me for having sex with you."

"I know that. I just..." She looked down. "I don't know what to say. I mean, what are we really doing? What does this mean?"

He didn't reply. Now that the sex was over and he wasn't touching her, she could think straight again. To what end? Why was she putting herself through what she knew would inadvertently end in a heartbreak? "Why does it have to mean anything?" He whispered, pulling her face with a finger under her jaw.

The water cascaded around them in waves, but it didn't matter. Stacy stared into his eyes just as Roman stared into hers. She found everything she was looking for, everything she wanted: a man with a soft heart who didn't know how to say no

to a little girl and let her sit on his lap all through breakfast or carry her for hours on end just because she didn't want to walk, a man who respected her family enough to not lie to them about who he was or what he did, a man who took care of her and guarded her heart without even knowing it, one who made her happier than she'd ever been in her entire life. That was the man she wanted.

Not this one.

Not this one who was so scared of commitment, this one who was so scared of choosing the wrong person that he was too afraid to choose anyone at all.

"I told you I don't do casual." She said.

"Stacy. You like me and I like you too. Why does there have to be more? Why do we have to complicate things further?" His gaze held her firmly in place, she couldn't look away.

"So you'd rather spend the rest of your life having plain sex with different women because your parents made a few mistakes?"

His finger on her chin dropped. The look on his face was one of utter hurt. He took a step away from her, shaking his head.

"Roman, I-"

He put a hand up. "No, Stacy. Just drop it. I won't touch you again, that's for sure. Let's just go back to the way things were."

Not a moment later, she was standing all by herself under the shower, totally confused and oddly aware that she was right back where she started: alone and bitter.

After the men left, Stacy went to her mother's room per her request. She'd had half the mind to not bother because she hardly wanted another confrontation with Claire especially after the episode with Roman. But as always, she'd never been able to say no to her mother.

She reluctantly sat on the sofa in the small lounge area adjacent to the big bed, crossing her legs and facing her mother and Claire.

"Took your precious time," Claire folded her hands across her chest. She was seated next to their mother. Stacy didn't mind. If anything, being close to them put her in a foul mood. She'd rather be anywhere but here.

"Shut your mouth, Claire. I didn't come here for your nonsense. You wanted to see me, mom?"

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Heather's eyes widened. "What has come over you, Stacy? You've completely changed."

Stacy rubbed her forehead with her index and middle fingers. "No, mom. I haven't changed. I just grew some balls."

Heather looked like she had more to say. She seemed to think about it, before shaking her head and sighing. "I don't know what has happened or what is happening, but I do know that something is going on between you two and I'm going to get to the bottom of it. Lately, you've been at each other's throats way more than usual and I can't say I'm liking it. So I'm only going to ask once, what is going on?"

God only knew how much she wanted to tell their mother that Claire had slept with her boyfriend. But then it would lead to her explaining who Roman was and that was the last thing she wanted to do. She didn't think her mother would be able to handle it. Besides, she was about to give Claire the satisfaction of confirming her suspicions. Her business was her business, and it would stay so until she said otherwise.

"Nothing's happening, mom," Stacy said, hoping to God she sounded more convincing that she thought.

"Bull," Heather announced, looking to her first daughter. "Claire?"

Claire shrugged. "Stacy's right. You're over thinking it. There's absolutely nothing going on."

"So what was that episode at breakfast?"

"A light squabble between siblings. It's completely ordinary."

So she didn't want their mom to find out either. Stacy wondered if it was because of her health or that fact that she was ashamed of what she'd done. Whatever it was, Stacy couldn't bring herself to care. Claire could go to hell.