Chapter 55&56
🖤PHOENIX 🖤
The way Rome was smiling only added to my discomfort. I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. Fiona had completely burst my bubble.
“Hi,” Fiona greeted Rome and Neo, her demeanor now composed after her earlier gaffe. Now she could talk after embarrassing me.
“Hey,” Neo responded, flashing her a smile. Their gazes locked, and they seemed lost in their own little world, exchanging smiles as if they were the only two people in the room.
Don’t tell me these two already like each other.
My attention shifted to Rome, who was sporting a smirk. Did he really have to make it so obvious that I was dreaming about him?
Lord, why does this always happen to me?
I noticed Neo nudging Rome, and I couldn’t help but wonder what mischief they were plotting.
“Um, can I talk to you?” Rome’s voice interrupted my thoughts, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, trying to mask my apprehension as I rose from the couch.
“Catch up with you later,” I said to Fiona, who smiled and nodded in response.
“Where should we talk?” I asked, unsure of what Rome had in mind.
“Your room,” he suggested, and I nodded in agreement.
We made our way to my room, and as he closed the door behind us, a sense of unease settled over me. Rome stepped closer, his demeanor serious.
“You wanna talk about the baby?” I offered, my hand instinctively moving to my baby bump.
“Um… not really,” he replied softly, closing the distance between us. My heart began to race as I felt his presence looming closer.
What was happening??
As Rome stood before me, a palpable tension hung in the air, leaving me on edge, waiting for him to speak.
He gazed at me intently for a moment, his expression unreadable, before finally letting out a sigh. What was going on in his head?
“You…” he began, his voice trailing off as he paused, leaving his words hanging in the air.
“What about me?” I prompted, my nerves starting to fray with anticipation.
“Can…” he started again, his voice barely above a whisper, his hesitation only adding to the suspense.
My mind raced with questions, my heart pounding in my chest. What was he trying to say?
“Can… what?” I pressed, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.
But instead of answering, he just smiled, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, and licked his lips.
Seriously? Now he’s going to do that? As if he wasn’t already irresistible enough, the simple gesture made him even more tantalizing.
I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from his lips as he licked them again, each movement sending a shiver down my spine.
“You want to taste it,” he finally spoke, his words sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
Wait… what? Did Rome just ask me that? Or was I still trapped in one of my ridiculous dreams?
Yeah, it’s definitely a dream. Rome would never ask me if I wanted to taste his lips. It’s just too absurd to be real.
And I refuse to fall for this trap. I know it’s just another one of my silly fantasies.
But then, in a sudden surge of determination, I pinched my thigh so hard that it stung.
It’s not a dream! I realized with a shock.
I looked at Rome, who was waiting patiently for my response. The question hung in the air, heavy with implication.
Do I want to kiss this incredibly hot guy whom I’ve been fantasizing about and dreaming of?
Caught off guard and utterly speechless, I struggled to find the right words to respond. Why would Rome want to kiss me? The thought seemed too surreal to comprehend.
As I grappled with the sudden realization, it dawned on me—did Rome really like me?
Oh, Lord!
“Ro-Rome,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, as I met his gaze, my heart racing with uncertainty.
“Yeah?” he replied softly, his voice gentle as he closed the distance between us. His hands tenderly brushed against my bump, sending a wave of warmth and comfort through me.
Oh, Lord! The realization sunk in deeper, filling me with a mix of disbelief and longing.
I stood face to face with Rome, feeling the electricity crackling in the air between us. Every heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears as I gazed into Rome’s intense eyes, the heat of their gaze sending shivers down my spine.
As Rome leaned in, I felt a rush of anticipation flood through me, my heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and longing. And then our lips met, igniting a firestorm of desire within me. Rome’s kiss was gentle yet urgent, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.
I eagerly welcomed Rome’s tongue as it slipped into my mouth, a silent invitation to explore and indulge in this intoxicating connection between us. Each caress, each touch felt like a revelation, as if we were discovering each other anew with every passing second.
My fingers found their way into Rome’s hair, pulling them closer as if I couldn’t bear to be even an inch apart. Our bodies pressed together in a perfect embrace, fitting together like two halves of a whole, it was only my bump that was pushing obstructing him.
It felt surreal, like a dream unfolding before my eyes. Rome, kissing me? The moment was electrifying, passionate, but fleeting as we both struggled to catch our breath.
We parted, our gazes locked, neither of us able to find the words to break the silence that hung between us.
We just kissed.
And this time, I didn’t react with violence, didn’t lash out in anger. Instead, I was left speechless, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Um, I’m sorry if I overstepped my boundaries,” Rome apologized, his voice filled with uncertainty.
I tried to respond, to reassure him that it was okay, but my voice failed me, leaving me tongue-tied and red-faced.
THIS WAS AWKWARD AS f-__-k!!!
“I have to go,” he said abruptly, his retreat leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Lord! I definitely embarrassed myself. What could I even do or say to salvage this situation? We were just two adults who kissed, and that was all.
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“And you ran out?” Neo’s incredulous voice interrupted Rome’s thoughts, pulling him back to the present.
Rome nodded in response, feeling a surge of frustration and confusion.
“Bro… you are not good with ladies at all,” Neo remarked, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“I didn’t know what to do, she didn’t say anything,” Rome admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
“But she allowed you to kiss her?” Neo pressed, his curiosity evident.
Rome nodded reluctantly, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions.
“That means she’s feeling you. She dreamt that you both almost had segz. Bro, that’s massive,” Neo exclaimed, his words echoing in Rome’s mind.
“Oh, Lord,” Rome muttered, collapsing onto the couch, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation.
His thoughts drifted to Georgia, his late partner. It had been a year since she left this world, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was betraying her memory.
But Phoenix… she was different. There was something about her that drew him in, something he couldn’t ignore.
“But anyways, did you see her friend?” Neo’s question pulled Rome’s attention away from his swirling thoughts.
“Yeah…” Rome replied absently, his gaze drifting back to where it was before.
“She is beautiful,” Neo remarked, drawing Rome’s attention once more.
“Beatrix is out of the picture finally?” Rome inquired, his curiosity piqued.
“Well… kinda. She doesn’t want to accept me back,” Neo admitted, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice. However, his mood quickly brightened as he continued, “But hey, who needs her when there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?”
“So, you think Phoenix will be okay with her sister’s ex dating her friend?” Rome asked, intrigued by the potential drama unfolding.
“Yeah… I mean, she didn’t want me to date her sister, but I eventually did. So, I hope it works with Fiona, that’s her name,” Neo replied optimistically, his confidence shining through.
“Well, you really are a casanova,” Rome remarked with a chuckle, impressed by Neo’s resilience and charm.
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🖤PHOENIX 🖤
Today was just filled with drama.
First, Fiona inadvertently exposed my crush on Rome without even realizing it.
Second, Rome and I kissed.
And lastly, I think Fiona and Neo are starting to like each other, which I’m not cool with at all. He messed things up with my sister, and now my friend?
This $h|t is getting tougher!
“So… you really aren’t accepting Neo back?” I asked Beatrix over the phone, trying to gauge her reaction.
“No,” she replied curtly.
Well…
“What if I told you he found someone else?” I ventured, testing the waters cautiously.
“Congratulations to him,” she said dismissively, her tone betraying no emotion.
How do people fall out of love so quickly?
God knows I still have a tiny bit of a crush on my ex.
“And you know the person very well,” I added, hoping to pique her interest.
“Who?” she asked, sounding slightly more intrigued.
“It’s Fiona,” I revealed, bracing myself for her response.
She didn’t say anything for a while, leaving a pregnant pause hanging in the air.
“Seriously?” she finally exclaimed, her disbelief evident.
“Yeah,” I murmured, unsure of how she would react to this unexpected revelation.
Beatrix’s reaction was a mix of shock, disbelief, and perhaps a hint of betrayal. I could almost hear her mind racing, trying to process the information.
“Why would he go for Fiona?” she finally managed to articulate, her voice tinged with confusion.
“I don’t know, Bea. Maybe he sees something in her,” I offered, attempting to rationalize Neo’s choice.
There was another pause, this one heavier than before.
“Well, good for them, I guess,” Beatrix muttered, the resignation evident in her tone.
It was clear that she was trying to mask her emotions, but I could sense the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.
“Yeah, good for them,” I echoed, though my words felt hollow.
Navigating through complicated emotions and relationships was never easy, especially when feelings were still lingering between exes.
TBC