Roxanne’s POV:
“How are you holding up?” Roman asked as he drove.
I met his eyes in the rearview mirror, then looked at Jersey, who sat comfortably next to me with her eyes closed.
I was furious with him for wanting death over us, but that didn’t mean I didn’t understand how he felt. Astrid was Astrid, and I was me. Our emotions were the same, yet different.
I shifted my gaze to the window and chose to keep quiet.
I said my goodbyes to everyone, and they were so sad to see me go. The only one I avoided and had no regrets about was Larson. I didn’t want Roman to get upset with him and think that being with me was a wrong decision.
“Lady, your mate is asking you a question,” he said as I ignored him.
I gasped loudly when he stepped on the brakes, making Jersey and me move forward and hit the seats.
“Ouch,” I murmured in pain.
“Master, is there a problem?” she asked loudly as she looked around.
He opened the car door and stepped out. I watched with a rapidly beating heart as he approached me and opened the door, grabbing my hand and dragging me out.
“What do you think you are doing?” I asked when he shut the door behind me.
“Roman!” I screamed loudly when he pushed me against the car.
Before I could say another word, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“You can act up when we reach our castle, or you can do it now and arouse me,” he spat as I frowned.
“What?” I asked in a low tone.
He moved his hand to my back and grabbed my ass cheek as I took in a sharp breath. He leaned in and brushed his nose against the side of my neck as I shivered in response.
“Every time you act cocky with me, it turns me on. Don’t you know that? In the office, I played it cool and humble like Garren would, to make Ian give me your hand. Now that you are mine with his approval, I won’t hold back,” he said huskily as I released my breath in the form of a low sigh.
My throat felt dry, and my nipples were hard. Just his voice was affecting me.
“Now be a good girl and wait for me to drive us home. Once we reach, you can be satisfied as much as you want,” he said as Astrid purred.
“He is hot,”
That was all Astrid could say.
He pulled back and extended his hand to me.
“Come,” he ordered.
I quickly grabbed it as he grinned at me.
“Sit with me in front,” he said.
“Okay,” I answered in a cracked voice, then swallowed hard.
As we walked around the car, I couldn’t avert my eyes from his face.
My heart wasn’t only racing because of how good-looking he was, but also because of the dominance he exuded whenever he was pissed off or serious about something.
Garren was sexy and had this maturity about him. But after some time together, I got to see that he was also loving, humble, and respectful, while Roman had this unapologetic, cold vibe around him.
Seeing him act like that in the office made me think that Garren was telling him what to do.
He opened the front door to the passenger seat for me and smiled.
“Thank you,” I whispered and got in.
When I looked at Jersey through the rearview mirror and noticed how she was looking back at me with widened eyes, I quickly covered my eyes with my hands in embarrassment.
I had forgotten about her for a few seconds. She was obviously surprised by what had happened.
“Perhaps she has feelings for our mate,” Astrid growled loudly.
I dropped my hands and glared at Jersey.
“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked her coldly when Roman got in and closed the door.
“Who?” he asked, then noticed how I was looking at Jersey.
“Her, I’m sure she has nothing to say,” he answered.
“No, perhaps she does. Do you have feelings for my mate?” I asked seriously.
“What? Eww,” she said loudly, surprising me as Roman laughed loudly.
Why was he laughing, and what did she mean by that?
“Gross. No offense to you, Master, but he’s like my father. He picked me up when I was a little girl! There is no way in heaven or hell that I would think of him differently,” she said with a disgusted expression on her face as Roman laughed harder.
I lowered my gaze to my lap and crossed my feet, annoyed at Roman.
“None taken, Jersey,” he answered after he had stopped laughing.
“What was that?” he asked with a smirk when I looked at him.
“What was what?” I asked him back.
He fully turned, facing me, then leaned in.
I wanted to move aside, but my body couldn’t move.
“Isn’t that what we call jealousy?” he asked seriously.
“I’m not jealous,” I denied in a tiny voice.
“Say that again,” he ordered as he touched my cheek gently.
Whenever he looked at me like that, I felt myself wanting to be honest with him and to just bare myself to him, both heart and body.
“Maybe I was a little jealous and I wanted to clarify what she felt for you,” I answered in a low tone, then turned in my seat to face him too.
“That makes me happy to hear,” he said softly and kissed me deeply as I kissed him back, enjoying his tongue brushing and colliding against mine.
“Master, can I please teleport you guys to your room?” Jersey asked, making him pull back.
I was looking at him breathlessly and in a daze. I wanted to feel more of him.
“No, that won’t be necessary. I chose to drive because I wanted to spend quality time with my mate. Each second to me means everything, now that I want to give living a chance,” he answered and then leaned in and kissed my lips lightly.
When he pulled back and started the car, I pressed my fingers against my lips with a smile, then shifted to sit comfortably.
As he drove away, my gaze was fixed on one of his hands.
I was dying to hold his hand because I wanted to just feel closer to him more than we already were.
He glanced at me and smiled, then extended his hand to me.
I happily linked it with mine and focused on the road as he did the same.
My heart felt at peace and I was looking forward to spending our life together.