Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Chapter Three
Roman
I know something is off before I even open my eyes. My bed feels different, my blanket doesn’t smell the same—it’s as if the room has been tainted by something. I open my eyes and swing my gaze around the room. My hands curl into the bedsheets, and I can’t shake the strange feeling that something is off. I’m seconds away from throwing the covers back and getting out of bed when my ear perk up at a noise—a tiny whimper. A feminine one, which can’t be right. I didn’t have anyone here with me last night, anyone but…
I twist my body toward the noise. There, right beside me, lies Sophie, asleep, curled up in a tiny ball, in my bed, on top of the blankets. Her dark brown hair is draped over her face, and her chest rises and falls gently beneath my shirt, which swallows her entire body. As the shock seeps away, anger starts to take root. I told her I wasn’t her fucking babysitter, that I wasn’t going to stay with her and coddle her, but she snuck in here and did it anyway.
What the fuck is she thinking?
Did she try to wake me up? The fucking Adderall I take is great for keeping me awake during the day, but a fucking drag for putting me in a coma once I’m out. I’m not sure how I should feel about her sneaking in here. Part of me wants to throttle her, and…well, the other wants to protect her, pull her into my chest, and tell her no one will ever hurt her again.
Anger rushes to the surface at the mere thought of being anything more than a fucking landlord for this girl. She’s clearly not capable of fucking, and that’s all I’m good for. I can’t be thinking about protecting her or holding her in my arms.
I grit my teeth and force myself out of the bed. Blood pumps through my veins, my heart beating faster and faster as I stare long and hard at the sleeping girl in my bed. I know what I have to do next, and for some stupid fucking reason, I don’t like it. It should be easy for me to wake her up, yell at her, and send her back to her room, but something tells me it won’t be that easy.
I scrub a hand down my face in frustration, cursing my brother for giving her to me and making her my responsibility. I hope he finds someone else to pawn her off to—and fast. My patience for bullshit has surpassed. Then again, the mere thought of her going somewhere else doesn’t sit well with me, and that just makes me angrier.
Her being here is fucking with my head, my emotions, and my fucking life. I feel so fucking irritated, I want to punch my fist through the wall. Instead, I decide to take a cold shower to calm the storm raging inside me.
I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door closed behind me before I strip out of my boxers. Before I do anything else, I open the medicine cabinet and get out my pill bottle. Taking two Adderalls out, I pop them in my mouth and swallow them with some water from the tap.
I turn the shower on cold and step under the spray, letting the stark drop in temperature shock my nervous system. I clench my jaw as the cold water slaps against my skin. It’s like razor blades gliding across my flesh. Once my body reaches the point of shaking, I turn the water to warm, letting the heat soothe away the tension.
After my shower, I dry off and brush my teeth before heading back into the bedroom. I don’t wrap a towel around my waist on purpose. By now, she’s either come to her senses and left my room or she’s about to get a show.
I open the door and find her sitting on my bed. Show it is. The moment she sees me stroll in, her big blue eyes go wide and her whole body visibly stiffens. Her gaze automatically drops to my dick, and her soft white cheeks turn a bright pink. As soon as she knows I’ve spotted her, she looks away, keeping her eyes trained on some invisible spot on the floor.
Stepping right into her line of vision, I take my cock and give it a good stroke. I feel fucking guilty as I do it, but I push the stupid feeling away. I’m a bastard, an asshole, and I have a fucking point to prove.
She raises her head, her eyes peering into mine.
“W-What—What are you doing?” she whispers, like someone else might hear her.
“The only reason I let girls in my room is to fuck them, and even then, I don’t let them spend the night. So, unless you’re here to fuck, or at least suck my dick, I’d advise you to get the fuck out of my bed. Don’t show back up in this bed unless you want my cock shoved somewhere inside you,” I sneer.