Nova POV

The embarrassment I felt earlier disappeared and in place came anger from the mere sound of Chase's name. His words from earlier flashed in my mind.

" You are a fucking Vanilla when it comes to bed affairs, Nova .You can't even suck my dick properly. I bet no man can tolerate you long enough like I did."

I clenched my fists and glared at Roman.

" I am not a little girl. I can go where the fuck I like." I hissed in annoyance. My reaction seemed to amuse Roman as he smiled.

" I presume there's trouble in paradise? Or are you finally tired of that prick you call a husband?" Roman asked with a smile.

" Think whatever you want, Roman." I declared and turned my attention to the glass in my hands.

" That's a hard one and known to make one feel horny. Are you here for a fuck, Nova?" Roman leaned closer and whispered in my ears. His hot breath fanned my naked neck and I felt goosebumps erupt and crawl throughout my body.

For a freaking moment,I forgot how to breathe as his words, intentionally or unintentionally seemed to stir something dark and dirty inside me. I clamped my thighs together as a certain sensitive nerve tingled.

Roman noticed and gave me a knowing look.

" No." I said with a shake of my head and took another sip.

" But you can't deny the fact that your body has a different story to tell." He said and brushed a hand across my arm.

" Don't flatter yourself, Roman. I have a husband for such things." I said with a roll of my eyes. Roman pulled away then chuckled.

" A husband who hasn't touched you for months?" He asked and I turned to look at him with widened eyes. How the fuck did he know that.

" I know alot, Nova. Including the fact that your little husband is fucking your PA." He added with a sly smirk.

" Fuck off, Roman. What Chase does in his spare time has nothing to do with me." I said, trying to sound like his words didn't affect me but they did.

" Does it hurt, Nova? Knowing your husband is fucking that cheap whore of a PA." Roman pressed as if he wanted to instill more pain in my already wounded heart. No, this was more like a bruise to my ego and dignity.

" Don't you want to pay him back? Want him to regret betraying you and reclaim your company back?" Roman continued, his words catching me off guard.

" How do you..." I started but stopped myself. What was the use of asking him that. He is Roman fucking West. He owns the streets. From sex clubs to hotels... anything that attracts sin and temptation. That's his place. I wouldn't be surprised if Chase has been walking around, fucking Delilah everywhere and he managed to spot them or...

" You have been keeping tabs on me?" I asked with a suspicious look on my face.

Roman chuckled, darkly. The kind of voice that reaches your thighs before the brain.

I pressed my legs together as a sudden ache invaded my most intimate area.

" Do I need to?" Roman threw the question back at me.

" I don't know,you tell me." I answered,but breaking eye contact. A smirk painted his lips. He then grabbed my drink and took a slow deliberate sip. The action screamed seduction and holy goddess,he was succeeding with how my breathing spiked and heat crawled on my skin.

“ Maybe I have been waiting for an opportunity to feast on your pussy.” He growled against my ear, his voice low and sinful.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of that statement.

My lips parted, trembling. “W-what do you…”

My words trailed off as Roman placed a finger against my lips, tracing their outline.

“Hush,”he whispered, dragging his finger down my lips until they parted enough to take his finger.

Our eyes met and I quivered under his burning gaze. I tried to make sense of what was wrong with my body but nothing came to mind.

My legs turned jelly and if it wasn't for the fact that I was still seated, they would have given away,landing me on the floor,butt first.

The way Roman looked at me made my stomach flutter and tense at the same time.

“ Nova,” He called, his voice laced with so much lust and desire I could feel it dripping. My eyes trailed the outline of his plump lips and for a moment, I wondered how they would feel trapped between my legs, drinking my nectar.

Shaking my head, I cleared those sinful forbidden thoughts off my mind and pulled back.

“ Excuse me!” I muttered and dashed away. God! What was that about? How could I have such imaginations about my husband's brother?

The door to the washroom slammed open and I stumbled inside, my legs almost giving away. Opening the faucet, I splashed water on my face, hoping that would clear my mind and stop acting like a sex starved whore.

My hands gripped the edges of the basin, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

The door creaked open but I didn't bother turning around to look. I was so consumed in stabilizing my emotions until the sound of it being slammed shut echoed in the empty space.

When I turned around, the figure leaning against the door with hands folded and watching me intensely almost made me jump.

“ What the help, Roman! This is the ladies room.”

He didn't look fazed by that reminder. On the contrary, he shrugged.

“ I know that.” He answered calmly.

“ Then you should leave if you know that. This isn't a place for you.”

My voice came out lower than I intended.

Staying with Roman in the same space was definitely not good for my sanity, especially when my clit quivered under his watch.

“ Why?” Roman challenged stepping closer until his chest was pressed against my back. Goose bumps erupted throughout my body, my nipples hardening under the soft fabric of my dress.

“ Is it because you don't want me here or because your body can't stand being so close to me without a reaction?” Roman whispered in my ears.