Roman Pov
"Shit, f*cked uo didn't I?" I say frustratedly to Leo.
"You don't even know the guy she talking to it could be a friend, brother you don't know." He says back.
"Well-" sighing I fall back into the seat hoping to relax. I had nothing to say. Even if I did own all the Mafioso and ran international company I still needed a break.
This girl had made her way into my mind. I shouldn't be thinking about her. F*ck feelings. Once I' done with her she'd be lifeless long with her lowlife f*cking father. Her father was scum, the shit under my shoes.
But what was wrong with me I'm letting a fucking enemy get into my head. It's her innocence. Her doll face, and those hourglass curves I just need to get laid.
But for some odd reason I can't betray her like that. Even thinking of doing something like that makes me feel guilty.
"I need to f*cking apologize, don't I?"
"Yep." Leo say popping the 'p'
How do I apologize? I honestly feel bad for accusing her of such a big thing lie that I don't even know why. I hated being vulnerable. It gets you nowhere. I couldn't let her make me vulnerable.
"Okay make your way to the hangout, round up the private investigators and look in on Ray, that f*ckers needs to go."
Nodding at my command Leo leaves the house and I make my way to Rosalina's room.
'How the f*ck was I going to do this' I thought. I usually wasn't the one who would say sorry. Captives said sorry to me while they begged under me, crying, while I tortured them no remorse.
This was new for me.
ROSALINA POV
While Roman was downstairs I was up here contemplating whether I overreacted. I mean I would have been a little just a teeny tiny bit jealous if I saw him texting another girl, I don't even know why I just wanted have trust. I guess it was just that I was going to get married to this man. I wanted at least to be in good terms.
But not, I did not overreact. I'm sure if I accused him of such he would've been very mad. He should trust me. Why would I have a lover? I'm just plain old Rosalina. I've just always been imagined the love of my life to take me away from reality. Make me feels thing I didn't know I could feel. Steal my heart and make me forget the dark memories locked up in my mind. I hoped that he would love me at my worst and best, through everything.
"Rosalina, can I come in?" It was Roman, oh god what do I do.
"Umm just wait a second." I was rushing, tidying the bed a brushing of any dust.
"Come in." I say just a little breathless from the mini workout.
Smoothly walking into the room and towards me I flush at his facial expression. Bored and well bored.
For some reason I thought he would look guilty, that he would say sorry. But I forgot for a second, he's Roman, never expect anything from him.
"I came to apologize, Rose." What? I could feel my eye light up and heart soar in delight. He actually came to apologize. And that name he has for me-Rose, is making me smile like a madwoman.
"I shouldn't have accused you like that, I had no right. You see I don't uh- exactly know how- how to apologize." Sighing he hits on the bed looking at me.
I stood up but I couldn't help it I bursted into a fit giggles and laughs. I couldn't stop, how do you not know how to apologize, I thought.
"Ok. Ok. Fun times over, I came to apologize and if you want to ridicule me I'll be on my way." No wait no. I'm just a giggly person.
When he tries to walk away I reach my hand out to touch his arms. Stopping he looks back at me. My hand felt weird on his arms but the good weird.
"Sorry, what was it you wanted to say?" I say gently, encouraging him to stay and talk.
"Like I said I shouldn't have accused you I'm sorry, for this marriage we have to stay faithful we will be in a relationship and I want us to be civil with each other. I'll be going now I have work to do." He says with finality.
Maybe this relationship could work out. My grandparents had an arrange married and they were married for 50 years.
Sadly they're gone both pairs gone. If they were alive I would've gladly stayed with them.
Back to the topic. Maybe we could have a healthy relationship. It wouldn't be so bad.
"Yes I will be a good wife to you." I say just a tad hesitant. Maybe he just meant that he didn't want to fight. Did I say the wrong thing?
He smiles and heads out the room leaving me hanging. He didn't say anything which made me worry. Why was I acting like a highschool girl with a crush.
My mind wandered back to that one office, why was it isolated. Deciding to ignore it, because my curiosity would ruin me I make the decision to take a nap. I love sleeping.
But I couldn't help thinking, what was in that office?