I heard the door click open and I turned around on the sofa to see Roman enter. Seeing him imdiately made feel whole again. I jumped up from the sofa and hurried around to hug my husband. Roman took into his arms and held for a long while, resting his face in the curve of my neck and breathing in.
"I missed you, Roman," I said, gazing up into his blue eyes.
"I’m so sorry, Hannah," Roman said. "I need to tell you sothing really important."
"Is sothing wrong?" I asked him. He took my hand.
"Co sit with ," he said, guiding around the sofa and turning off the TV. We sat beside each other and Roman took both of my hands in his.
"I know you’re going to be angry with ," Roman began and I groaned.
"Roman, what’s this about?" I asked him.
"I wasn’t at work late, Hannah," he said, and I stiffened.
"If you weren’t at work, Roman, then where were you?" I asked him pointedly.
"I went to The Auction House," he said, and I involuntarily recoiled from him, removing my hands from his grasp.
"You didn’t," I said. "You lied to ?"
"I knew you’d be upset," Roman said and I scoffed.
"Of course I’m upset that you lied to ," I said to him.
"I shouldn’t have lied to you, Hannah, and I truly regret it," Roman said. "I’m sorry, but I need to tell you the rest." I didn’t respond, so he continued. "I was with Marcus just for a recon of the place and he asked to buy one of the won." My brow raised and I didn’t realize that I could be more surprised and disappointed with him. "He knew her, Hannah, he and Ed rescued her from a human trafficking ring a year ago."
"So, you actually bought her?" I asked him. My stomach was tight as I realized that what I thought was an amazing relationship with Roman could co crashing down around . "You signed another contract?"
"Yes," Roman said, "but Marcus was only trying to get Kristin to safety."
"Then why didn’t he buy her?" I asked Roman but before he could answer , I waved my hands to signal for him to stop. I didn’t need to hear the answer right now. This was too much for to process. I stood and made my way to the bathroom.
"Hannah," Roman called after , but I continued walking.
"I need a bath," I said to him before I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind . I stood with my back against the door for a mont. I had been so eager to see Roman because I had missed him so much and he returned to tell a bunch of information that I was not prepared for. It wasn’t fair. I went to the tub and turned on the water, slipping out of my clothes. How could he go to The Auction House knowing that I would be pissed at him for not only lying to but for keeping in the dark about the change in plans for the recon? I dumped a bath bomb into the tub and climbed in before the water was even high enough to cover my ankles. How could I have been so stupid?
As the hot water rose higher and higher in the tub, subrging my body, I began to relax. I knew that Roman just wanted to help take down The Auction House, and although buying a woman was a stupid move, he had risked his safety to bid for , too. I didn’t want to admit it, but the only reason that Roman lied to was because I was too close-minded. If I had been more supportive of Roman helping the FBI agents, then it wouldn’t have been an issue for him to tell the truth of his whereabouts tonight. It was a hard pill to swallow, being the cause of your own anguish, but I was still allowed to be disappointed that Roman had lied to . Roman hadn’t even tried to knock on the bathroom door and talk to . He knew that I was angry and that I had to co out of the bathroom at so point.
When I had soaked enough for my mind to be clear and my body to be heavy and ready for sleep, I stepped out of the tub, drained it, and dried off. I dressed in a silk nightdress and left the bathroom. Roma was still awake, lying on his back on top of the bed comforter in his boxers. He glanced over at when I climbed into bed.
"Do you still love , Hannah?" Roman asked .
"That’s a silly question," I said, slipping beneath the covers. "Of course I still love you."
He lifted up onto his elbow to face . "You’re not mad at ?"
I sighed. "I’m hurt, Roman," I said. "I don’t want you to feel the need to lie to about anything."
"I hated every minute of lying to you, Hannah," Roman said to .
I rested on my side so that I could face him. "Good," I said. "Tell about the woman that Marcus asked you to buy."
Roman thought for a mont. "Kristin is a tough one," he said. "Marcus told that she was in protective custody in Alaska, but within the last six months she ran away and voluntarily found her way back into human trafficking."
I raised my brow. "That certainly seems radical," I said to him.
"It fits her personality," Roman told . "She’s obstinate and rebellious. I don’t doubt that her ti as a victim of human trafficking taught her so serious survival skills. Bernard said that she hadn’t been broken yet."
"Bernard was there?" I asked him. "This guy seems to show up everywhere."
"Tell about it," Roman said before cautiously wrapping an arm around and when I didn’t resist, he positioned my head onto his chest.
"He was in the market for Kristin based on so intel he heard from her previous patrons," Roman said. I waved away his words.
"I don’t want to hear anything about Bernard or what patrons have to say about the won that they trade illegally," I told Roman before yawning.
"Get so sleep, Hannah," we can talk in the morning.
"It is morning," I pointed out to Roman. "It’s after one in the morning."
"All the more reason for you to get so sleep," he told .
"I’ve been waiting up all night for you, Roman, only for you to tell that you lied to ," I told him. "I want to tell you about my day."
"I’m listening," he said.
"Lori and Lauren finished the guest house," I told him. "You’ll have to check it out."
"I look forward to it," Roman said as he stroked my hair.
"We went to the mall and got Lauren so clothes," I continued, "and we ate at a really good farm-to-table restaurant."
"I wish I had been there with you," Roman said to .
I glanced up at him. "That’s your own fault," I said.
"You’re absolutely right and thank you for not shutting out, Hannah," Roman said to . I sat up and t his gaze.
"Don’t lie to again, Roman," I told him. "When I said I love you, I ant it and I don’t want to lose my trust in you."
Roman sat up to face looking like a chastised child. "I can’t begin to express how sorry I am for lying to you," he said to . "I promise I will do whatever I need to do to make this up to you, Hannah."
My eyes dropped to his lips. "Kiss ," I said and Roman pulled into his arms, kissing with a passion that made feel every bit of remorse that he had for lying to . I tugged at Roman’s boxers, and he shifted to allow to slip them off of his hips as he continued to kiss . I pulled my nightdress up and broke our kiss just long enough to slip it off and over my head.
"God, I missed you," Roman said as he lowered to the bed and caressed my body from breasts, to stomach, and hips before he gently parted my legs. I relished his touch and yearned for him to be inside of . He took his ti kissing first my lips and then my neck before moving his lips to my hard nipples, sucking each one in turn. By the ti his lips reached my clit I was begging for him to put his dick inside of . Finally, Roman obliged and made love to slowly and sweetly. As my orgasm built, Roman gently rocked his hips into , allowing to feel him deep inside of . I gripped the bed sheets and saw stars when I ca hard around Roman’s dick. Monts later I felt the warm burst of Roman’s cum inside of . He rolled onto the bed beside , and we lay together panting from the ecstasy of our lovemaking. Roman slid beneath the bedsheets with and he held , stroking my hair until I dozed off into a contented sleep.
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