upsetting anyone. Scarlett’s face falls into a frown as she tries to sit on my lap again.
“Just forget about her. For one night let me show you what it can be like to be with a real woman.” Her arms drape around my neck.
I breathe out, ready to refuse her again, when I look toward the door and see Beth standing there. My heart pounds as I stare at her in disbelief. She stares back at me, her eyes cold and hurt.
“Get the fuck of me,” I growl. All of my intentions of being nice have gone out the window. My only focus is making sure Beth can see there is nothing going on here. I toss Scarlett off my lap, sending her sprawling onto the floor, and I stand up and move toward Beth. “It’s not what you think,” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“Really? Because it looks like your idea of being snowed under at work is fucking your assistant,” she hurls at me.
“We were not fucking. We were not doing anything,” I say quietly, not expecting her to believe me. Why should she, after walking in on what she just did? If I walked in on Coop all over her, would I accept nothing was going on? My throat constricts at the thought.
Beth laughs, her hand falling to her hip. “Are you kidding me? I saw you, Roman. She was climbing all over you, and you were letting her.” Scarlett snickers behind me. I turn around and shoot her a look.
“I wasn’t letting her, I was trying to push her off. She came on to me—”
“And you couldn’t break away?” She laughs bitterly. “She’s like a quarter of the size of you. What, are you telling me she overpowered you?”
I groan and rub my head, annoyed that she won’t listen to me. She seriously thinks that I would cheat on her? Why are we even fucking together if that’s what she thinks?
I take her hand and squeeze it. Using my other hand, I tilt her chin upwards until her eyes meet mine. “I swear to you, nothing happened and nothing was going to happen. You want me to trust that you can spend the night with Coop and nothing happened? I do. I trust you, Beth. Tell me you trust me.”
She hesitates, but then nods. “I do trust you.” Her eyes fall on Scarlett, who is now sitting in the chair, and she scowls. “It’s her I don’t trust.”
I pull her close and kiss the side of her face. I can feel her relaxing against my touch. I want to tell her everything is okay. I want to apologize for how moody and distracted I’ve been over the last week, but I can’t find the right words.
I sigh, kissing her lips, my heart aching at the thought of being without her. I’m so far out of my depth and I have no idea how to fix everything.
“Let’s go home,” I mumble. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?”
“Fine,” she agrees. “But this is not over. Don’t think this means we won’t be talking about this.”
**
“Nothing happened, Beth. I promise you nothing happened.”
She’s been giving me the silent treatment since we got home, and while I understand why she’s upset, I wish we could just talk about it. She raises her eyebrows but says nothing as she continues to flip through the magazine she’s reading.
Angry, I storm over and rip it from her hands, tossing it across the room. She glares at me.
“What the hell is your problem?” she asks, standing up.
“I want to talk about this. You’re angry. Let’s work this out.”
“Fine. You want to talk, we’ll talk. How about we start with why you’re always working late? Then maybe we can move onto why you’ve been so damn moody. And when we’re done with that, maybe you can tell me why your so against me doing something with my career.” She throws her hands up, her usually stunning features laced with hurt and anger. “See? We have so many fucking issues we don’t even need to talk about Scarlett and Coop.”
I sit down, defeated, knowing she’s right. Our relationship is falling apart and it’s all my fault. I want so badly to just be honest with her, tell her everything and have no
“Just forget about her. For one night let me show you what it can be like to be with a real woman.” Her arms drape around my neck.
I breathe out, ready to refuse her again, when I look toward the door and see Beth standing there. My heart pounds as I stare at her in disbelief. She stares back at me, her eyes cold and hurt.
“Get the fuck of me,” I growl. All of my intentions of being nice have gone out the window. My only focus is making sure Beth can see there is nothing going on here. I toss Scarlett off my lap, sending her sprawling onto the floor, and I stand up and move toward Beth. “It’s not what you think,” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“Really? Because it looks like your idea of being snowed under at work is fucking your assistant,” she hurls at me.
“We were not fucking. We were not doing anything,” I say quietly, not expecting her to believe me. Why should she, after walking in on what she just did? If I walked in on Coop all over her, would I accept nothing was going on? My throat constricts at the thought.
Beth laughs, her hand falling to her hip. “Are you kidding me? I saw you, Roman. She was climbing all over you, and you were letting her.” Scarlett snickers behind me. I turn around and shoot her a look.
“I wasn’t letting her, I was trying to push her off. She came on to me—”
“And you couldn’t break away?” She laughs bitterly. “She’s like a quarter of the size of you. What, are you telling me she overpowered you?”
I groan and rub my head, annoyed that she won’t listen to me. She seriously thinks that I would cheat on her? Why are we even fucking together if that’s what she thinks?
I take her hand and squeeze it. Using my other hand, I tilt her chin upwards until her eyes meet mine. “I swear to you, nothing happened and nothing was going to happen. You want me to trust that you can spend the night with Coop and nothing happened? I do. I trust you, Beth. Tell me you trust me.”
She hesitates, but then nods. “I do trust you.” Her eyes fall on Scarlett, who is now sitting in the chair, and she scowls. “It’s her I don’t trust.”
I pull her close and kiss the side of her face. I can feel her relaxing against my touch. I want to tell her everything is okay. I want to apologize for how moody and distracted I’ve been over the last week, but I can’t find the right words.
I sigh, kissing her lips, my heart aching at the thought of being without her. I’m so far out of my depth and I have no idea how to fix everything.
“Let’s go home,” I mumble. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?”
“Fine,” she agrees. “But this is not over. Don’t think this means we won’t be talking about this.”
**
“Nothing happened, Beth. I promise you nothing happened.”
She’s been giving me the silent treatment since we got home, and while I understand why she’s upset, I wish we could just talk about it. She raises her eyebrows but says nothing as she continues to flip through the magazine she’s reading.
Angry, I storm over and rip it from her hands, tossing it across the room. She glares at me.
“What the hell is your problem?” she asks, standing up.
“I want to talk about this. You’re angry. Let’s work this out.”
“Fine. You want to talk, we’ll talk. How about we start with why you’re always working late? Then maybe we can move onto why you’ve been so damn moody. And when we’re done with that, maybe you can tell me why your so against me doing something with my career.” She throws her hands up, her usually stunning features laced with hurt and anger. “See? We have so many fucking issues we don’t even need to talk about Scarlett and Coop.”
I sit down, defeated, knowing she’s right. Our relationship is falling apart and it’s all my fault. I want so badly to just be honest with her, tell her everything and have no
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