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In this chapter we have an external POV which is important and then Enna POV and how will he feel? Well, let's see it here...

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EXTERNAL POV:      -KIEV, UKRAINE-

The man stepped inside the room with other two men, one right beside him and the other one guarding the door, holding a weapon tightly and carefully peeking outside. Igor looked up from his computer and cursed his bad luck in his mind; this was going to be a tough and shitty day, if he was going to see the end of this day, of course. But he wasn’t going to sell info out, because in case everything went according Roman’s plan, whatever his plans were and wherever he was, this would turn out in a very unpleasant and painful accident.

Igor had witnessed Roman’s cold blood and knew that once you crossed his line, you were simply fucked and dead. No kidding here, pal, and no turning back.

That man wasn’t someone to anger or to make your enemy, even if that might cost you some pain at first; well, that would be nothing compared to what he would make you go through. Roman actually was a man of principles and had scruples, even though he did not know it himself; he had once witnessed that man saving a young girl from prostitution, taking the blame and almost taking a bullet. But for some reasons Igor knew how Roman hated prostitution and the way men treated and exploited women and sometimes even other men or youngsters. He simply found it wrong and sick, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Igor respected Roman and he would never cross his paths or turn into an enemy or traitor.

Thus now he took a silent breath and stood up squaring his shoulders and walking around his desk and meeting those two at the centre of his room.

“Hello Igor, what a pleasure to see you.” The man smiled a vicious and mellifluous smile and sat on an armchair right in front of the window. He should have changed the code of the main door, but he knew they would have gotten inside anyway. “I trust you are good and healthy?”

He sure was until few seconds ago, but not so sure how this will change.

“Hello, I’m good and so are my businesses. What’s up with this sudden visit? Need some good fake documents?” Better play it cool.

The other man stood right beside the armchair and simply smirked in that usual way, saying nothing much and simply making sure to show the gun he had under his jacket.

Traitor.

Disgusting and low piece of shit.

Ungrateful and dirty rat.

That’s what Igor thought about that man, but it was all in his mind.

“We are actually here for some business and we need to know about some fake documents you forged recently, we need names.”

Igor took a silent breath and looked straight in the eyes of the man smirking in front of him with a clear threatening stance.

“I am not sure how I can help you with this and it’s rather complicated to keep track of all the documents I forged, since it’s a lot of them and you well know that sometimes I even get it from anonymous clients or have to make many of them at once.” He tried to buy time thinking about a way to get out of this, since he understood what they were after. He wasn’t going to say a word, or so he thought.

“Now Igor, do not make us waste time, you perfectly know why we are here and which particular document we need. Roman came here for a fake document two or three weeks ago, since we overheard something from the boss and the boss is concerned about Roman’s loyalty. You see, he’s been going ahead of his own position and we believe he wants to take the boss down.” The man standing spoke clearly and in doing so he scratched his chin and then his throat.

Igor knew what would come if he wasn’t going to speak. He had been clear on the matter and sentence and what to do now? When you face death it’s not so easy to keep your priorities and values intact.

Was better to die now or later? Would they make it and get rid of Roman?

He looked at the two men and then at the one standing at the door. He had no way out of this, so he had to take a decision now and then be ready to face whatever consequences were to come.

“Did he? I haven’t heard from him in a while, in a long while.”

ENNA POV:        -DUBLIN, IRELAND-

I sighed for the nth time and rested my head on the wall of personnel’s room, taking a moment for swallowing down what came over me when a guy with dark hair and tattooed arm walked inside our shop.

Of course he was nothing like Roman and his hair wasn’t sleek black as Roman’s, but a simple very dark shade of hazel and his tattoo wasn’t elaborated or intricate, but just a tribal design covering his forearm; I could notice it when he removed his jacket and rolled the sleeves of the shirt. I had to gulp down and excuse myself for a second. The view of a simple tattoo moved so much inside me and this was utterly ridiculous.

Dear me, look at me now. I am behaving like some teenager school girl experiencing her first crush and unrequited love.

I sighed and shook my head.

Get a grip Enna and get your butt out of this room and take care of the customer, before Priya barges inside here lecturing me about what I had done a week ago, and calling Roman names. She actually pressed at first to know his name, but I always dodged the question, because I felt he wasn’t ready to tell his real name everyone. It was just my instinct and it told me that Roman was his real name, but that he travelled under another one and if you travel under a fake name, well, it didn’t take a genius to draw the right conclusion.

But I couldn’t help it.

I had already fallen in love with a man that I was not going to see ever again.

A week had already passed since that night, the night where he held me with incredible and burning passion and wildness, even though I knew he was trying to restrain himself and I wished I had all of him, also his strong and full lips that smirked in such inviting and dark way driving me insane.

A week had passed and in that week I had been a ghost and this morning, when I caught my reflection in the mirror, I gasped and almost fell on my knees. What on earth was wrong with me? How could I behave in such way for a man I just had met and that had left me without a word or reason? This was so irrational and immature. I wasn’t anymore a kid that could run to the parents for every little thing; now I was a grown up man of almost twenty seven years working and living on my own.

I slightly banged the back of my head against the wall and then squared my skinny shoulders, brushed my hair back and with a new smile, I walked in the shop and faced the client.

“I am sorry if it took so long, but I couldn’t find the right tone I was looking for.” I placed all the utensils in the pushcart beside the chair and took his head in my hands. “Hmm, you asked for something lighter, correct?”

“Yes Enna.” He smiled at me and I knew he was going to ask me out when I was done with this, I could see it in his eyes, but alas, those eyes held no magnetism and did not have me shivering in pure and consuming desire. “But you know, if you say differently, I’d just follow your advice.”

I gave him my best mischievous smile and brushed my hair back and I heard Priya snorting, so when I turned around to take a comb, I threw her a dirty glare and in all answer she grinned and sent me a kiss. I giggled and sent her a kiss back.

“What can I do to get a kiss from you?” The client asked me and I turned back still smiling and took his head back, studying his hair.

I could do as he asked, a lighter tone would work on him, but couldn’t make it plain and simple, so had to mix two different tonalities otherwise it would look unnatural. I felt his stare on me and so I peeked down and the client was staring at me intently, but of course I felt nothing. When Roman looked at me, my entire body, soul, mind and heart resonated and called for his and shivers ran down my body almost making me lose it. Now I felt nothing, even though the man here was rather good looking.

Now, dear me, you see the point? He was rather good looking, not incredibly and dangerously handsome like Roman, with his magnetic and compelling aura that had me impossible to move, breath, speak, think. I silently swallowed down what once again came over me and then Priya walked to us and decided to give me a break.

“I am afraid you could try everything, but nothing would work. Our Enna is too special and we all love him.” She hugged my waist and I could tell she was smirking at the client and after a moment of momentary shock, he just chuckled loud and shook his head.

“I am afraid you’re right.” He cooked his head back and smiled and I decided it was time to go back to business.

“You guys are distracting me and if you do not let me work, how can I make your hair and have you looking smashing?” I giggled and turned his head and chair and then began to work.

“Sorry sweetie, you’re right and you know, Ciara is coming over later. She said she wants to try a new colour for her strands and God help us with that.” My friend rolled her black eyes and sighed out loudly. I chuckled and checked the time.

“She’s coming around two, so we’ll have more time to prepare ourselves to her and her new conquest.”

“Oh please tell me you’re joking.” She widened her eyes and threw her hands in the air. I shook my head and she snorted. “Hopefully Cillian will not show up at that time or else those two will drive us nuts.”

Cillian. I felt bad for my friend, my best friend, because it felt as if I let him down by not telling him a word about what happened, even though he saw something was off with me; of course he saw that. Cillian was like an older brother for me and two nights ago he came over with Chinese take-away and I knew he heard something and was worried about me. I just wasn’t ready to tell anyone what happened and so I avoided saying a word to all of them and it just made me feel so bad and ungrateful for they were my dearest friends.

But I could not bring myself saying a word about Roman and about our incredible night and about the fact I was dying to see him again and feel hi arms and hands on me and feel his mouth on my skin and mostly, feel that pull again. And feel safe. Roman had a dangerous and dark aura and he screamed of threat, but none of that concerned me. He made me feel in a way I had never experienced before; and he loved me and possessed me in a way no one ever did before. It was as if he was literally possessing me and making me his, as if even my quietest breath was important for him.

Then, why he left like that?

Why he left without saying a single word?

Oh dear me...I just wanted to see a man that I was never going to see again. Why? And how could such emotions be so strong with Roman? He had tattoos that were...I had no idea what they were. I had looked for tattoos meanings in internet and of course found tons of websites, but didn’t want to open any of them. I wanted Roman to tell me what they represented and I knew this was silly and illogical, but that was what came over me while browsing internet. The way he protected me from Michael that night... Michael. Why was he so fixated with me? He came over my place on Tuesday and began to bang the door, as one careless neighbour left the main gate open and good thing my dad was there, because I had not the force and will to face him and his insane obsession. My father almost kicked him away and when Michael tried to talk, given that time he was not drunk or anything of the sort, dad threatened to call the Garda and that worked enough.

He got so angry for the whole deal and told me to change house and go live with my sister, but he was just being irrational and worried. Now I could not possibly afford to change apartment and I sure didn’t want to impose on my sister; she shared an apartment in the very city centre with other three crazy and hyper girls and that would be just impractical. I talked to him and had dad calming down and then I cooked his favourite and we watched a show on TV together.

It was amazing how dad was cool and open minded with us, Ciara and I. He knew we both were homosexual, but he never said a word against it, as it said he would never hate his own kids for something like that; according to him, all the bigots out there could go burn in hell and if anyone just dared to whisper a wrong word about us, dear me, dad would go completely berserk and swear so much that his face always looked in that moment of some scaring purple-red degree of anger. It was incredible how he really was so open minded and devoted to us, given the fact he came from an older generation and from a very religious family. But he was an extraordinary man and my sister and I loved him dearly.

After Michael left, dad filed another complaining and called a friend he had in the Garda, grumbling on how it was “bloody stupid” to have no chance to send someone on jail for stalking and when that friend of his said that it was not proper stalking, well, dad broke in a endless stream of curses and cussing in English and Irish and that had me laughing and forget about everything that happened with my ex-lover.

I giggled again thinking about that and the client shot me an amused glance through the mirror.

“What’s so funny Enna?” He asked.

“Nothing much, Gary. I was just thinking about my dad.” He smiled and nodded, since he had met my father here in the shop once and knew what I was talking about.

“Hard to think he’s your father.”

“Yes, that is right. We don’t exactly look alike, as my sister and I took everything after mum...” My voice wavered at that and I smiled, concentrating back to his head. I had finished with the sun-lights and now I checked the time. “In twenty-five minutes you will be ready and how would you like to have your hair?”

“I’ll leave it to you.”

I nodded and walked to the reception desk, checking the appointments of the day. When I saw them, I paled down and pinched the bridge of my nose. This was going to be pure hell.

“Sarah, tell me please that David is coming today or else we won’t see the end of the day with such agenda.”

She grinned from behind a sink and waved her hand.

“Everything all right, honey. He’s coming in less than two hours and so we’ll be fine. Well, at least I hope so.”

“Exactly, you hope so.” Priya echoed walking from the personnel’s room and rushing over her client.

We had another overly booked and busy day and that because the last few days our manager and owner showed up after his stage in London and managed the appointments, saying he would be around. Too bad he had showed up yesterday, but not today. I took a deep breath and hurried towards another customer.

It sure was tiring and stressing, but somehow it kept my mind busy and in this way I wouldn’t think of Roman every two seconds. Of course not. I was not thinking about him every two seconds, but every two minutes and most of the time, it hurt to such extent that I had to impose myself to keep calm and walk straight and with my chin up. This was driving me insane and completely out of mind; it was so stupid and I perfectly knew it had no sense, as he never promised me anything and he never said a word about staying with me, but I don’t know. I still couldn’t help the way I felt and the huge hole burning inside me and devouring all of my energies. I wanted and needed to see Roman again and when my rationality screamed at me, I just stuck fingers in my ears and refused to listen to it, exactly like a kid. I knew he wasn’t going to come back to me, he had something to deal with and that something was dark and risky and probably more, but...I prayed he would come back to me.

He had stolen my heart and soul and now I needed him desperately.

When I woke up last Saturday morning and wandered aimlessly in my apartment, strolling from room to room trying to find a way to forget that stranger with commanding and piercing green eyes and stars tattooed on his knees, well, of course I could not forget about him. I ended up going back to bed holding and hugging the pillow he rested his head on and inhaling his scent on it and on my hair, since I could smell his scent and cologne on it and I loved it. But the more I thought about him and remembered how he took me and touched me, the more I felt like crying and empty. It was probably Sunday evening that dad heard something was off with me and decided to come over on Tuesday and I was glad he didn’t visit on Monday, because then I was still behaving rather immaturely and silly. Just like a teenager facing his first unrequited love.

But could I call it unrequited love?

I silently exhaled and then closed my eyes a moment, seeing again his eyes and feeling his hands on me. There was so much more in his touch that just a one-night stand and the way he was fixated with not kissing me and not wanting to taint me. When I asked if he had something and of course I meant that, he said no, but he also said not to trust him, for I knew nothing about him. And he was completely right on that, but I felt so close to him...I felt bonded to Roman. Oh dear me, this was indeed turning me insane. I kept my eyes closed another brief moment and I could feel his lips on my neck, murmuring me how beautiful I looked, that I resembled an angel and that I was his angel. His soul. Yes, Roman called me “my soul” and whenever he said “as you wish”, a jolt of burning lust and incontrollable desire possessed me and coursed in my body and I just wanted to be his and have him inside me.

But it wasn’t just about sexual crave. The way he said it, I had no idea how to express it, but made me feel like the owner of his heart, his most precious treasure and I felt he would really do anything for me.

I went on with my work and then took a break before Ciara came over and then we laughed and tried a new flashing colour for her hair-strings and she looked amazing. My sister obviously noticed that something was not completely right with me, but after asking a couple of times, she decided to give me privacy. She might seem very hyper and not very sensitive, because too childish and air-head, but that was not. Ciara was actually very instinctive and we had a fabulous connection, even though we were not twins. So she knew when it was the moment to give me space and time. And same was for Priya, even though she had lectured me no end Saturday afternoon over the phone and she was pissed I just sent her a quick message and didn’t call her in the morning. She understood something was on, but afterpressing a bit, she realized it was better to let go.

Now I was finally walking back home and couldn’t wait to get in the shower and then relax eating something. Of course I had no time to eat today and right now I was starving and my stomach was rumbling and insulting me for the lack of food. I opened the door and closed it, removed the shoes and dropped the bag and scarf on the small table at the entrance; my feet took me to my room where I slumped on the bed completely exhausted. My eyes closed a moment and when I felt the fatigue crawling up my tired limps, I quickly jumped up and tossed away my clothes and walked to the shower.

Shower...

I remember I didn’t take one the entire Saturday because I didn’t want to wash away the scent of Roman and then in the evening I decided it was beginning to be utterly immature and stupid and so took one.

How would feel to shower with him? To be able to wash his incredible strong and muscular body, to pass my foamed fingers over his tattoos, to draw their lines with them and maybe with my tongue? How would that feel? His hair dripping water and his eyes turning me in a burning mess of senses, while his hands would taste my skin with careful but assertive possession. Oh dear me, I was getting hot just by thinking about that. I scrolled my hair and walked outside the shower, grabbing a towel. Enna, get a grip and forget about Roman.

Forget about Roman?

Who was I trying to fool?

I could not forget about Roman, for I fell in love with him.

Right when the veggies were sizzling in the pan with olive oil and a bit of chilli peppers, to go with the two steaks of chicken now baking in the oven, the door bell rang and I froze on the spot, risking to burn my dinner.

I took a deep breath and calmed down, thinking that Michael would not just politely ring the door bell and anyway the main door was closed and what if this was someone else needing something?

What if this was ... I could not bring myself to finish the sentence. It could not be him, so don’t be absurd. Roman didn’t give me the impression of someone that would simply ring a doorbell and say what anyway? “Hello my angel.” I sighed and switched off the flame of the stove and chuckled humourlessly.

It was not Roman, so stop thinking about him for at least few minutes and go see who’s there. I walked to the hall and answered the intercom, brushing my hair behind my shoulders. The moment I pressed the button I wished to hear that compelling and alluring voice calling me “my angel”.

Don’t be so unreasonable Enna, it’s not him. It’s not Roman, he cannot be.

“Hello?” I hesitantly answered.

“Enna.”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Cillian!” I cheered. “I’m opening the main door, come in.”

I opened the door of my apartment and in a minute my friend was there, looking of course very stylish and charming and exhibiting in front of me a bottle of wine.

“Hey Enna babe, came over to see how you were doing. Priya said you are not coming out tonight.”

I let him in and closed the door and chuckled, because I knew why he came over.

“Come in the kitchen Cillian, I’m making dinner now. Joining me?” He grinned and kicked away his shoes.

“Of course I’m going to join you buddy, your cooking is bloody awesome. Now, take this and let’s have a glass.” He sniffed the air and winked. “What are you making? It smells delicious.”

“Nothing special, just some stir veggies and some baked chicken.” My friend smiled and put an arm around my shoulders.

“Enna, everything ok? You look tired and don’t even try to deny it, as I heard from Priya what happened last weekend and I am not going to bother you or anything, but you’re my best friend and I love you and you know it.”

I leaned in his embrace and rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his calming and reassuring scent and cologne. I tiptoed and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Thank you Cillian, I know it and you know I love you, too. Now, let’s get something to eat because today it’s been a crazy day and I never had the chance to eat a decent meal and we had to run the whole day and there is no way I can make it out tonight, even if it is Friday night.” I took his hand in mines and led him to the kitchen. “Help me with the table and pour a glass of wine, but just half.”

He grinned and began to arrange the table as I went to finish making our dinner. Good thing I had more steaks in the fridge, because my friend’s appetite was not like mine. When everything was ready, we sat down at the table with our dinner and wine and Cillian fired the question right away.

“What happened last Friday with that mysterious dangerous-looking stranger that helped you out?” His dark eyes studied my face and there was something strange in them. He did not just look worried, but almost annoyed and partially upset, even though could not get the reason. Oh well, of course he was upset with this entire story. He was a short-tempered and very protective person, but protective in a very sweet and brother-like way.

“There is not much to say about it. I suppose Priya told you something, right?” I simply asked.

“Enna, she was worried about you since you basically barricaded yourself in here for two days and then on Monday you looked like hell. Don’t get me wrong, you always look incredible and bloody stunning, but you know what I mean, and she didn’t say much, simply that someone helped you out when that asshole harassed you and that he almost broke his arm. Too bad he did not go ahead with that.” He cussed under his breath and kicked the chair back of few inches, to sit more long and probably to try to cool down. I smiled and shook my head.

“Cillian, you don’t need to get upset about what happened last Friday. You cannot always be beside me and help me out, you know what I think of this.” I took a bite of the veggies and looked at his eyes.

“I know you don’t like when people think you are helpless and for fuck’s sake Enna, you know I don’t think that of you. You’re such a strong-minded and stubborn guy that you don’t need help, but that Michael asshole is just too much even for you. He’s obsessed with you and you know it, and that it’s not good and healthy. Now, what happened with this man? What’s his name? What does he do?” He casted a rather strong glance on me and began to eat his steak.

I sighed silently and simply shook my head.

I was not ready to talk about it yet and I felt it was better to keep it for myself right now. They already knew something and that was enough; I already behaved in rather childish and silly way letting my feelings making me look like a fool and making them worry. I had taken a firm decision that night, when I slept with Roman, and I knew what I was doing.

“Cillian, I don’t want to talk about it, ok?” I placed the fork down and rested my stare on his. My friend of course did not let it go.

And he called me stubborn!

“Just tell me what happened with this guy and tell me you are ok, because otherwise I am so going to find this man and make him regret anything bad he has done.” He could be really ferocious sometimes and it’s something I always loved in him.

But it was not like Roman.

Roman was fierce and intimidating in a colder and calculated way, and way more dangerous and dark. My friend was short-tempered while I was sure Roman would actually do something really painful in a matter of a second. But it did not scare me, as it made me feel safe and protected.

“What do you want to know? What happened after that? Well it’s very simple.” I softly scrolled my hair behind my back and took a strand of it in my finger, remembering the way Roman played with it and the way I felt attracted to that man not just physically. “He stopped Michael and then offered me a drink and we had a non-alcoholic cocktail, as he did not feel like drinking. We danced and then he called a taxi for me and asked me if he could come to check whether Michael would be around my place or not. I wanted to spend more time with him, Cillian, so of course I said yes and please don’t make that expression. I’m an adult and you are the last to say something on this matter.” He rolled his eyes and motioned for me to continue. “So we arrived here and when he was about to leave, I stopped him. We had sex the entire night and don’t get yourself white hair, we of course used protections and yes, it’s been incredible. I had never felt in such way. When I woke up he had left and that is it, Cillian. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

My friend stared in me in complete shock and had his eyes wide open and I knew he was controlling his mouth and probably mentally cursing all of sort of swearing. He swallowed down and took a sip of wine and then stared at the table and then looked back at me. Oh dear me, this was not going to end this soon and smoothly.

“Enna, you slept with a stranger? Are you out of your mind?” He hissed.

I took a sharp breath and felt a sudden new feeling I had never felt. Anger for the way he addressed Roman and for the accusation thrown at me. It was my life and I could do as I pleased.

“What? Are you going to lecture me on something of the sort? Because you do it all the time and then you leave the girls without a word. So please, you are the last person entitled to say anything of the sort and then yes, I slept with him and I loved it. No one ever held me like he did. I am going to turn twenty-seven soon and I don’t want to hear another word about this. It felt right and I felt right in doing it, you must trust me and respect my decision.” And that was a final tone and he realized that because he clenched his jaw and grunted something.

“Fine, you are right about what you say Enna. I am the last person that can lecture you, but you must understand me. I worry for you and this is not what you would normally do, do you get it? So why him? Is it because he saved you from Michael?”

“Goodness, no.” I exhaled out loud and exasperated. “Of course not, what do you take me for?” Cillian cringed and stood up, circling the table and squatting beside me.

He realized he said something out of place and wrong.

“Forgive me Enna, I just said something too much and that wasn’t called for. I did not mean it in that way and you know it. I just care for you and want to understand what made you change your mind and why you felt sad for days and you still do, because it’s clear you are still thinking about that man.” My friend took my hand and gave me a warm and genuine smile and I couldn’t help it, so I hugged him.

“I know it, sorry for overreacting.” I breathed his soothing scent in and I felt his arms going around my waist. Now I understood why he never was the one. Aside the fact he was my best friend and almost a brother to me, he was not Roman. Roman was the one. “It felt right Cillian and that’s the reason I slept with him and I am not regretting it or anything like that; I felt an irrational pull toward that man and I could not let him go. I miss it and want to see him again, yes, because it was not just sex and you have to believe me in this. He left because I am sure he had his own reasons. But please, I don’t want to talk about it anymore, because I know that Priya will have more to say about it and we know her. So please, let’s talk about something else now, ok? I will not see that man again and I am sure about it, so just give me the time to forget about it.”

I felt pain burning inside me when I said the words “forget about it”, because they were a deliberate lie to my friend and because it was simply impossible and just uttering them made me feel bad and empty. I was afraid of that, of forgetting about him, but again, that was impossible.

I could never forget about Roman and I didn’t want to forget about Roman.

I will never forget about him.

Cillian hugged me tighter and then let go and took my arms, pulling me away to look directly in my eyes. I gave him a smile and a determinate look, but I am sure he saw behind that, as he knew me too well. My friend however decided to trust me and he just smiled back.

“That’s ok, Enna. You are right and I promise not to be a pain in the neck anymore about this.” He straightened up and then casted me a curios glare. “So, he must have been really good if you said you never felt like that before and you guys went on for hours, right?” He smirked his usual naughty grin and I gasped and slapped his arm.

“Cillian, have some decency.” I said half giggling.

“Right, I am the one to need some decency?” He smirked and sat back in front of me. “Just kidding babe, but seriously, first time ever you tell me something of the sort, so just tell me this, he had been good?”

Good? That did not even cover the smallest part of what and how Roman had been.

He hadn’t been just amazing and passionately and carefully wild in bed, taking me with such ardour that my body and soul were on fire and craved for more, having me telling things I did never know I could be able to say...there was so much more. There was that common feeling we both felt, the way he cared for me and the way he didn’t kiss me for his own reasons. The fact he tried to walk away because he felt no right for me, as if he didn’t deserve me, someone he called “angel”, and how he had been completely honest even without saying a word. How he called me his angel and how his eyes and voice made me feel.

So that was true; I belonged to Roman, entirely.

But I sure could not say all of this; it was too private and it was only for me to know, something precious to keep concealed and safe. Those were words just for me, my extremely precious treasure.

I gave him my best playful and mischievous smile and taking a sip of wine, I winked.

"Who knows, Cillian? Who knows...?" I winked another time and he rolled his eyes knowing he was not going to get another word about that from me.

Author's chit-chat:

So, what do you think of the external POV? What will happen to Igor?

Do you think Roman will come back soon or not? I think the song was good for the chapter, right? Enna is just so sweet and wonderful, don't you think so?

Next chapter, we'll have Roman POV and ... cannot say more, aside that, I'm going to update very soon!!

Until next time xox