He concluded and released her.
Trina stumbled backward, her heart still racing from the intensity of the moment. She watched as Romeo walked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
The silence that followed was oppressive, the tension between them still palpable. Trina took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
She knew she had to bear the weight of Romeo's words, to stay in that room and face the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
With a deep breath, Trina steeled herself, her eyes fixed on the door that Romeo had walked out of.
She knew she couldn't escape the truth, not now, not ever.
She decided to remove the gown and have a shower which she changed into better clothes.
While she sat on the bed it had been beautifully decorated with red roses made in a big heart.
" Why would they decorate this like this ?" She asked herself and removed all them which after she entered the bed and slept.
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Romeo stormed into the resort bar, his anger and frustration still simmering just below the surface. He slid onto a stool, ordering a whiskey on the rocks without even looking at the bartender.
As the night wore on, Romeo's drinks kept coming, each one fueling his anger and resentment.
He didn't notice the concerned glances from the bartender, or the curious stares from the other patrons.
The drinks kept flowing, and Romeo's thoughts grew darker and more twisted.
He was trapped in a cycle of anger and self-pity, and he didn't know how to escape.
Trina was fast asleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day.
But her rest was short-lived, as a soft knock at the door pierced the silence.
Trina's eyes flew open, and she sat up with a start. "Who is it?" she called out, her voice groggy with sleep.
"It's just me, ma'am," a voice replied from the other side of the door. "I have... um... a guest here who needs to get some rest."
Trina's heart sank as she realized who the guest must be.
She threw off the covers and padded over to the door, opening it to reveal a resort worker supporting a stumbling, drunken Romeo.
Trina's eyes narrowed, her anger and frustration boiling over. "What is he doing here?" she demanded, her voice icy.
The resort worker looked sheepish, holding up his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm sorry, ma'am. He was in pretty bad shape at the bar, and I figured it was better to bring him back here than to let him... um... cause a scene."
Trina's eyes flashed with anger, but she bit back her retort.
Instead, she stepped aside, allowing the worker to guide Romeo into the room.
As Romeo stumbled onto the bed, Trina felt a wave of disgust wash over her.
She turned to the worker, her voice cold. "Thank you for bringing him back here. I'll take care of him now."
The worker nodded, backing away slowly. "If you need anything, ma'am... just give us a call."
Trina nodded curtly, shutting the door behind him. She turned to face Romeo, her eyes blazing with anger and resentment.
Trina stood over Romeo, her arms crossed and her eyes flashing with anger.
Romeo lay sprawled across the bed, his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed.
For a moment, Trina just stood there, seething with anger and resentment.
She couldn't believe that Romeo had gotten so drunk, and that he'd had to be brought back to the room by a resort worker.
As she stood there, Trina felt a wave of sadness wash over her.
She realized that this was what her life had been reduced to - standing over a drunk Romeo, feeling angry and helpless.
Trina took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew she had to take care of Romeo, no matter how angry she was. She sighed, reaching out to pull off Romeo's shoes and loosen his tie.
As she worked, Romeo stirred, his eyes fluttering open.
He looked up at Trina, his gaze unfocused and his expression slack.
" Amber ? " he mumbled, his voice slurred.
Romeo's eyes locked onto Trina's face, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.
Then, without warning, Romeo's face contorted into a passionate expression, and he reached out, grabbing Trina's wrist and pulling her towards him.
Trina tried to resist, but Romeo's grip was too strong. He pulled her closer, his eyes burning with intensity, and then he slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her over the bed.
Trina landed on her back, Romeo's body looming over hers.
She tried to push him away, but Romeo's hands were already framing her face, his lips descending towards hers.
"Amber," he muttered, his voice slurred with drink. "I've missed you so much."
Trina's eyes widened in shock as Romeo's lips crashed down on hers. She tried to push him away, but Romeo's arms were like a vice, holding her in place.
For a moment, Trina was frozen in shock, unsure of how to react.
But as Romeo's kiss deepened, she felt a spark of anger ignite within her. She pushed against Romeo's chest, trying to break free from his grasp.
But Romeo just held her tighter, his lips still locked on hers. "Amber," he muttered, his voice slurred with drink. "I've missed you so much."
Trina tried to struggle, but Romeo's weight was crushing her.
She felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized she was trapped.
Just as she thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, Romeo's lips relaxed, and he pulled back, looking at her with a confused expression.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, Trina's chest heaving with exertion.
Then, Romeo's face contorted in pain, and he rolled off her, landing on his back with a groan.
Trina sat up, her heart still racing with fear. She looked at Romeo, who was lying on his back, his eyes closed.
She remembered Ryan's words.