Sweet Rome

I could see her thinking, always f**king thinking. Staring me straight in the eye, she asked, “Why was he so hostile towards you in the first place?”

Shit! I never wanted my past to affect her. I was so ashamed of the way I’d been living before she came into my life.

“What?” she asked, swallowing in apprehension at my refusal to speak.

“I… I—” Dammit! I couldn’t tell her… She’d hate me, be ashamed.

Golden eyes clouded and she pressed, “You what?”

I panicked. I didn’t want what we’d just found with each other to be put in jeopardy. I needed her to still want me the same as this morning, as last night.

“Just spit it out, Rome,” she said, but this time with much more force.

Focusing on the ground, I admitted, “I f**ked his girl a few months back.”

Looking back up, I could see the disappointment in her expression and she stepped back, hands out in dismissal, rejecting me.

Fucking Michaels!

“Now you’re pissed at me. I’m totally kicking his ass now!”

I couldn’t take that look of censure in her eyes, but when I turned to go, a soft hand gripped mine. “Leave him,” she whispered quietly.

“You’re pissed, aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m not exactly doing backflips on hearing that you shagged his girlfriend, am I?”

A whole load of hurt was evident in her voice, but her speaking to me so shittily, on top of everything so far today, really pissed me off.

“I’ll let that go since you’re clearly annoyed, and I suppose justifiably,” I said moodily. And then she surprised me again by f**king smirking at me.

She was now finding it all funny? Christ almighty, I had no idea what the hell to think! One minute she was pissed, the next laughing… complete mindfuck.

“Did you hear what he said about you?” I pushed.

Shrugging, she answered, “Yes, but I don’t care, never have cared what others thought of me.” She was telling the truth; the bland expression on her face told me so.

“Come on, sit down with me a while longer.” My girl held out her hand, but I couldn’t take it. This kind of treatment was only going to continue. I’d done a lot of shit in the last few years, stuff that I’d give anything to take back at this moment. I needed to put a stop to it.

“Mol, let me just sort the f**ker once and for all. It’ll send a message to everyone else to leave us be. There are a lot of ass**les who I’ve pissed off that’ll enjoy ragging on us being together.”

But she wouldn’t have it and held out her hand again, nodding sternly for me to take it. She looked so damn cute, being all insistent. I friggin’ loved this girl. “Fuck, Mol, I’ll be getting a new rep—Rome Prince, newest member of Pussy Whipped-R-Us!”

We sat down under a tree and I held on to Molly tightly. She played with my fingers, softly kissing each one, and I caught our friends watching us, a mix of disbelief and happiness on their faces.

Being with Molly just made me better. She made everything in my life better.

“What the hell is this?” My eyes closed in exasperation as I recognized the voice.

“Ahh, f**k off, Shel. I’ve had enough of dealing with ass**les for one day!” Looking up into her eyes, I could see she knew I was referring to our earlier showdown outside the gym.

“Are you seriously with her?” The surprise on her face was comical. She knew I liked Molly; she’d made that clear, maybe even expected me to f**k her, but she obviously never thought that anything had come of it, that she’d become my girl.

Smiling at her shell-shocked face, I leaned down and took Molly’s mouth with my own—friggin’ went for it, roughly, possessively—showing Shelly and anyone else who was still rubbernecking that she was mine.

Breaking away, I answered, “Yep, I seriously am.”

“You know he won’t stay with you, don’t you, darlin’?” Shelly directed at Mol.

“And why’s that?”

“Because Momma and Daddy Prince won’t accept a money-grabbin’ whore with their son, and they can be real persuasive. They want me and they’ll get me, you can count on that.” My heart fell at the mention of my folks, it was the one gray area I had with Mol. The one part of my life I’d kept private from her.

“Funny, a money-grabbing whore—that’s exactly what Rome said about you.” I almost pissed myself in laughter, but when Shelly lunged forward, fury on her face, screaming, “You’re nothing! A pure piece of—”