Was I feeling that? The ‘that’ in question was thick and pressed against my body.
“I asked you a question, princess. Are you feeling that?”
I whisper, “Yes.”
He lifts me up and grinds hard between my legs. “I want to fuck you. I want to pound all my fucking frustrations out on you with this dress draped on you. I want to tear Liam and Ollie’s eyes out because they watch what is mine. Is this what you wanted?”
Before I could answer, he leans forward and pinches my nipple.
I moan because the pain shoots right down to my pussy. My fingers dig into his shoulder. He pushes my dress up.
“Roman…” He stops, his hand resting on my thigh.
I hear a clicking of shoes.
“Where are those two lovebirds?” Elizabeth asks.
Someone chuckles, and a voice that is definitely Tillie says, “I think they may have gone upstairs.”
“Those two better come downstairs or else.”
“You’re right, or else it’s curtains, curtains for them both.
I fold my lips, trying to hold in my laugh, as Roman lets me down. I straighten my dress. He steps out from behind the curtains first, and then me. Just in time to see Elizabeth and Tillie coming back down the stairs.
“There you are; everyone is here but Tessa.” Elizabeth fusses with her dark blue dress when she reaches the last stair.
“You were looking for us?” Roman asks.
“Yes, Son. My nerves are wrecked. This is the quiet before the storm since 100 wedding guests will be descending upon us tomorrow,” Elizabeth says as she leads the way back to the dining room.
Roman, Tillie, and I walk side by side.
Tillie smirks and points. “Roman, there is some lint stuck in your hair. Where did you get that from?”
Roman ignores her and passes his hand through his hair.
We enter the dining room, and each of us finds our designated seat.
“Where is your fiancée, loser?” Ollie asks Liam, who is in turn frowning down at his phone.
“She says we can eat without her; she is some minutes away.”
“So be it.” Cliff nods as the servers place our first course down. It’s a charred romaine lettuce, topped with shaved parmesan, toasted pine nuts, and lemon anchovy vinaigrette.
I crunch, enjoying the salty, vinegary taste of the salad.
“You like it?” Tillie asks.
I nod as I continue to chew.
The conversation flows around me as I think about the text Roman sent me. Maybe he wanted to formally end the contract. For some reason, that makes my heart flutter. I don’t want us to end, but if he wants to end it, I will walk away.
“Hey, you okay?” Roman bumps my elbow with his.
“Yes,” I reply. A heavy feeling of dread settles over me, and I glance around the table to see if anyone is feeling it too. Everyone is eating, talking, and drinking.
“Princess?” Roman whispers, his eyebrows furrowed.
