Chapter 236-To My Horny Boyfriend

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"Yeah, I wanted some time off too, but it’s okay," I casually mentioned, making eye contact with Gigi.

Right now, I was helping her, so she knew she had to keep me happy, or at least make it seem like she was on my side so I would remain on hers.

"How many days do you want off?" she asked.

"Just two days," I answered.

"Well, then what’s the problem? Give her two days. You’re going away on a trip anyway," Gigi insisted, placing her hand on Ragnar’s arm.

I noticed the deliberate gentleness of her movement as she slowly ran her fingertips along his arm. It was just weird.

"Yeah, but that’s exactly why she has to stay here and deal with the other stuff," he explained, clearing his throat.

"Come on, baby. Please, for me," Gigi pleaded, running her fingers along his jawline and brushing them over his beard, creating a faint scratching sound.

"Okay, fine. Only two days."

Finally, Ragnar’s stiffness faded, and he gave in to her.

"There you go. You have two days off now. Go enjoy yourself." Gigi’s tone changed as she looked at me and smiled. "Go, go, go now before he changes his mind."

She let out a little laugh, making me very uncomfortable.

"Thank you so much, Gigi," I replied before turning around to leave.

But as I walked away, I overheard a little of their conversation.

"Baby, let’s get out of this garden. This place gives me the heebie-jeebies."

So she felt it too. That meant I wasn’t the only one who had noticed how unsettling the garden was.

I went to my wing and packed my things.

However, I had no idea what I was going to do once I was with Roman.

I wasn’t planning on staying with him. Never.

Or losing my virginity to him.

But then how was I supposed to get out of this mess?

I was overwhelmed with anxiety and had no idea what to do next.

I wheeled my bag out, and thankfully, there was no one in the living room to see me leave.

A part of me desperately wanted someone to stop me.

At the same time, I knew I couldn’t stay because of whatever the fuck Roman knew about me.

I had already called myself a cab, and I didn’t get to see anyone before I left.

I had no idea what Theodore and Jaguar were doing.

All I knew was that if I lost my virginity because of Roman’s threats and blackmail, then I would come back and sleep with the others.

There would be no plotting or planning left. I would just take the game up a notch.

I didn’t even know why I had been guarding my virginity so carefully.

It wasn’t like I could protect it forever.

I guessed I had been trying to decide which brother I would give in to first.

I wasn’t sure why that mattered so much to me. Maybe because of my game.

As I sat in the car and the drive began, thousands of thoughts raced through my head.

At the same time, Roman kept asking if I was on my way.

No matter how many times I assured him I was, he demanded pictures showing exactly where I was at that moment.

I played along without ever turning on my GPS or sharing my live location with him.

Finally, I arrived outside his condo.

He opened the door, and right away, something didn’t feel right.

He was wearing a black shirt with only two buttons fastened.

His eyes hungrily roamed over me before he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

He took my suitcase, wheeled it in after me, slammed the door shut, and pinned me against it.

"Um, Roman—are you okay?" I joked nervously, thinking he would at least welcome me properly.

But no.

It seemed like he had just been sitting there, horny and waiting for me.

"Oh, I’ve missed you so much," he breathed, cupping my face before crashing his lips against mine.

He began sucking on my lips hungrily, and with no other option, I let him. I could feel the pressure as he tugged at my lower lip and then my upper one.

His hands moved down to my shoulders before gripping the neckline of my dress and suddenly ripping it open down the middle.

I placed my hands on his elbows, desperately trying to think of an excuse that would stop him without making him suspicious.

But he kept going.

He kissed his way across my neck and shoulders before slowly moving down to my breasts.

His mouth brushed over the curve of one as his hands reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

I had been dreading this moment.

He didn’t even give me time to think, so I did what I had to do.

The moment he pulled my bra aside along with my torn dress, exposing my breast, and put his lips on my nipple, I yanked myself away from him and quickly covered my chest.

"Calm down. I have to pee," I blurted out.

He closed his eyes and laughed.

"What?" he questioned.

I needed to make the excuse sound playful so he wouldn’t get angry or offended.

"I have to pee. I’ve been dying to go this entire time, and now you’re delaying me," I complained teasingly, pouting at him.

"Okay, okay, sorry. You know where the guest room is," he replied, pointing toward it.

I immediately hurried toward the guest room, holding my torn dress over my chest with one hand while grabbing my bag with the other.

However, Roman suddenly rushed past me and positioned himself in front of his bedroom door.

I hadn’t even been heading toward his bedroom.

Still, his reaction caught my attention.

The urgency with which he guarded the door immediately made me curious.

Once inside the guest room, I was about to close the door when he stretched out his leg, still leaning against the doorframe, and stopped me from shutting it completely.

"Come on, I’m waiting. Quickly. Take a piss and come out."

The way he said it made it pretty obvious that he wasn’t going to let me get away.