Chapter 8

Roman

When I wake up the next morning, and Ava is still snuggled up against me, head resting on my chest as she sleeps soundly, I know I'm fucked.

How can I leave knowing that my time with her is running out? Six days isn't enough. I need more, need her.

As we lay here in bed, I take the time to enjoy her beauty. Her blonde hair is adorably rumpled, and her long lashes fan across the freckles under her eyes. Her pink lips are swollen from all our kissing last night and are slightly parted as she takes soft breaths.

My fingers itch to touch her, but I'm too afraid to wake her. Glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table, disappointment fills me when I see it's five AM.

I know Ava didn't mean to sleep over, we were just so exhausted from last night that we crashed the moment we laid still for too long.

But fuck me, last night was even better than the first. After I fucked her against the window, I took her to bed and ate her out until she couldn't handle it anymore, and she begged me to stop. And no, I didn't clean her up after cumming inside her. I've never been one to do something like that but with Ava? She makes me want to do a whole book of dirty things I've never thought of before.

After that, I edged us both until we were ready to explode, and then I fucked her again. That's when we crashed.

I meant what I said to her last night. She's mine. Even if I don't get to keep her. And I'm hers, even if she marries and has kids with someone else. That thought sits heavily on my chest.

But how do I keep her after this week? How would it work? And would Tasha hate me? Hate Ava? What if she thinks it's the biggest betrayal anyone could do to her?

We have supper tonight—Ava, too. Will Ava act like I'm just Tasha's dad? I don't expect her to acknowledge what we have going on outside the hotel room.

"Ava," I whisper, running my hand up and down her arm.

"Mhmm," she mumbles, snuggling deeper into me.

I smile, a soft chuckle rumbling in my chest. "As much as I'd love to stay in bed with you all day, Princess, you have work in a bit."

"What?" she asks, sounding more awake. She blinks her sleepy blue eyes open and tilts her head up to look at me. "Oh." Her eyes widen as she realizes where she is and who she's with.

"Good morning." The greeting comes out with more arousal than I intended.

"Morning." She blushes as she sits up. The blanket slides down her chest, pooling at her hips and giving me a perfect view of her perky tits. Tits that are covered in my bite marks.

A smug grin takes form on my lips. "How did you sleep?" I love that she's not trying to hide her body from me. No point in trying to be modest after what we've done.

"Really good, actually." She rubs her eyes. "Best sleep I've had in a long time. I guess it has a lot to do with you wearing me out." She smiles shyly.

"Why don't you go take a shower, and I'll order you something to eat? You can take it to go, but I don't want you rushing to work without eating."

She smiles, ducking her head, and my heart flutters. "Thank you."

Getting out of the bed, she walks naked over to the bathroom. I can't help the groan in the back of my throat as I watch her hips sway, her plump ass bouncing with each step. Fuck me, I'm going to fuck that ass before this week is over.

She stops at the doorway and shoots me a cheeky grin over her shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

It takes everything in me not to follow after her and have a good morning fuck in the shower. It's big enough for it, that's for sure.

But I meant what I said. I don't want Ava going without eating anything; the idea doesn't sit right with me. So I get up, throw a robe over my own naked body, and go over to the desk to call room service.

Just as the food is being dropped off, Ava steps out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind her. I'm slightly disappointed that her tempting body is covered up with a towel.

"Ah. So, I kind of... don't really have anything to change into. I could go down in the coat, but it's kind of obvious what it's being used for in the daytime, seeing how it's expected to be a bright, warm day."

I grin at the sexy way she chews on her lower lip. "Come eat, and I'll find you something to wear."

When she sits down, I kiss the top of her head, then head over to my suitcase, rummaging around until I find a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve sweater.

"This is all I could find. My wardrobe mostly consists of dress pants and shirts," I chuckle, placing the clothes on the table.

"That's fine," she says after swallowing a piece of her toast. "I just need it to get to my car and then up to the apartment."

Nodding, I lean back in the chair and watch as she eats. She notices after a few moments and blushes. "What?"

"Nothing." I smile. "I just like seeing you eat."

"Really?" She raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

I shrug. "I like watching you do just about anything. Especially if it's cumming around my cock." I give her a dangerous look, loving how her eyes heat. "Mostly, I just like taking care of you."

"Oh," she whispers, looking down at her food. But I don't miss her small smile.

"I got something for you. I want you to wear it for dinner tonight," I tell her. I go over to the closet, pulling out a garment bag and a little black gift bag.

"You did?" she asks as I come back with the items. "Roman." Her eyes widen. "You didn't have to get me anything."

"I wanted to." I lay the garment bag over the back of the chair.

To pass the time until I saw Ava again, I went shopping. I wanted to get something for her. I have this urge to spoil her, to shower her with nice things. Not for any reason, just because I want to. But I didn't go too crazy because I wasn't sure how she would react or if she would feel uncomfortable.

Unzipping the bag, I carefully pull out the dress and hold it up for her to see. "Oh my god, Roman," she whispers. "That is stunning." It's a velvet, burgundy, off-the-shoulder dress with a slit that goes right up to the hip.

"I'd like you to wear it tonight. If you want to, of course. The restaurant we're going to has a dress code, and... well, I had some time to kill while waiting for you last night."

"Are you sure?" she asks, reaching out to run her fingers over the fabric.

"Yes, Princess, I'm sure."

"Okay." She nods. "I'd love to wear it."

Happy with her response, I put the dress away and show her the next bag. Inside are three items. First, I pull out the rectangle box, and then the smaller square box. "To go with the dress."

"Roman," she says warily.

"Princess, you're mine, are you not?" I ask her, raising a brow. She hesitates but nods. "I like to spoil what is mine." To be honest, I've never had a woman to spoil because I was never with one who I wanted to pursue a relationship with.

I know Ava isn't after my money, at least not in this way. She's not the kind of woman who is into the lavish lifestyle—that, I already know. It's why she's turned down a lot of the trips Tasha has invited her to come on over the years.

Tasha said she thought Ava felt like a burden, someone we pitied. That couldn't be any further from the truth. Ava deserves the best in life, and dammit, I really want to be the one who gives it to her.

She won't take the boxes, so I place them down on the table. "Fine," she sighs and opens the rectangle box. Pride swells in me when I see how her eyes light up. She runs her fingers over the pearl necklace. "It's so pretty." She smiles. "I love it."

"Good." I nod with a grin. "Now, the other."

"Yes, Daddy," she replies playfully. A smile stretches across her lips as she rolls her eyes and grabs the smaller box.

Swallowing down a growl, I shift in my spot, my cock thickening under the robe. It's so wrong—I know—her calling me Daddy. I have a daughter her age, for fuck's sake. And I've never been into being called that; any other time a woman did it, it has put me off immediately.

But Ava? Coming from her lips, it's pure pleasure.

Ava is oblivious to my thoughts and the state of my cock as she opens the box, holding a pair of diamond earrings. "This is too much." Her eyes flick up to mine as she blinks at me owlishly.

"Nothing is too much for my princess," I reassure her, softening my voice. Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. "I think they would all look wonderful with the dress."

"I do, too. And I have the perfect black pair of heels to go with it." She looks up at me and narrows her eyes. "You didn't get me heels, did you?"

"No," I chuckle. Only because I didn't know her foot size, and I wasn't sure what style she would like. I didn't want her to be in a pair of shoes she would be uncomfortable in. But if she told me she had nothing to wear with the dress after I gave her my gifts, I would have asked her what size and style she liked and gone right on out to buy her a pair.

She looks back down at the jewelry. "Thank you, Roman. I love them."

"I'm glad, Princess." I lean over and capture her lips in mine. She moans softly, making my cock throb. If we had the time, I'd tell her to get on her knees and suck me off. But I don't want to ruin this moment. And fuck me, I wish I could have a million more like this—mornings where I wake up next to Ava after a night of worshiping her body. To care for her, feed her, and just be with her. My heart aches for it.

Not wanting to depress myself, I grab the last item in the bag. "One more thing."

"You really shouldn't have," Ava mummers.

"Oh, yes, I should have," I chuckle. Taking the item out of the box, I hold it in my closed hand for a moment. "Now, all of this..." I wave to the other gifts. "They are optional for tonight. But this?" I hold my hand out and open my fingers to reveal something pink and the size of my palm. "This is non-negotiable. I want you to wear this to dinner."

"What is it?" she asks as she examines it.

"A vibrator."

Her eyes snap up to mine. "W-what? You want me to wear that? To dinner? Tasha will be there."

"I know." I nod. "I want to see just how good of a girl you can be. And the best part..." I lean in, placing the vibrator in her hand as I bring my lips to her ear. "You will never know when I'm going to turn it on. I have an app on my phone that controls it. Be a good girl, do as I say, and I'll leave it off."

Taking her earlobe into my mouth, I give it a little nibble, loving the shiver that wracks her body.

"Do you understand me, Princess?"

"Yes, Sir," she whimpers.

"Good girl." She shivers again at my praise, and I fucking love it.

Ava finishes the rest of her food before taking the clothes I gave her and changing.

"Fucking hell, Princess." I groan as she stands before me in my clothes.

"What?" she asks, looking herself over before looking back up at me. "Do I look bad?"

"You could never look bad—in anything, even a fucking paper sack," I growl. "But this? Are you sure you have to go into work? Because I'm three seconds away from bending you over this table and fucking you until you're screaming my name."

Her eyes flare with heat as she giggles. "I do, unfortunately. But I'm glad you approve of my outfit."

She grabs everything I gave her, and I walk her to the door. "Are you sure I can't walk you to your car?"

"I'm okay." She smiles up at me. "A place like this has eyes everywhere."

I nod and give her a lingering kiss goodbye. "See you tonight, Princess. And remember, be a good girl and do as you're told."

"Yes, Sir." She swallows. I watch her walk down the hall and step into the elevator. As the door shuts, she gives me a shy smile and waves goodbye.

I wave back and watch as the doors shut, taking a piece of my heart with it.