Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(61)

"Where the FUCK are you going? Don't make me ask you again!" He roars violently.

I don't mean to, but I inadvertently flinch from the loud volume of his protest. When I do, he takes a long look at me from head to toe and stares at me in a way I've never seen before. Like he's just realized what we've done and is scared shitless by it too.

"I'm sorry Elizabeth. I didn't mean to frighten you. The bathroom is straight back and the last door on the left. When you're ready I'll take you home."

After I shut myself away in Roman's bathroom, I snap my bra back on, and fix my clothes. I take a really long look at myself in the mirror and almost gasp. My makeup is completely smeared, my hair is all over the place, and I look like I've been thoroughly fucked ... by my cousin.

I've hit an all time low. I start to cry. All I can do now is try my best to rinse my face with some water, hand soap and toilet tissue and promise myself that this will never happen again.

"I'm ready to go," Is all I say once I've gotten myself together and out of the bathroom. I think he notices that I've been crying, but he doesn't say anything.

We simply leave his apartment and ride home in the Rover in complete and utter silence.





Chapter Twenty-Three

Elizabeth





JUST LIKE A DRUG ADDICT, I wake up the next day regretting my hit of Roman. And just like an addict, I start promising myself that I'll get clean. Telling myself that I'll make smarter choices from now on. Unfortunately like a meth head, my addiction for the bad boy is growing stronger and more powerful with each passing day. I've been plotting and planning all morning how I can acquire just one more hit of Roman and then finally quit him cold turkey.

But then divine intervention strikes and that's when it happens.

The call that changes everything.

A woman named Mrs. Daniella Nelson calls and introduces herself as the executive assistant to a Mr. Henry Lambert. Not the junior level money manager that Sloan knows, but the actual head of the entire investment group. The group that has the power to invest a lot of money into my business.

"Miss Hill we have an unexpected break in the schedule tomorrow afternoon, and I thought this would be the perfect time for you to pitch Mr. Lambert."

Shut the front door!

"Thanks for thinking of me Mrs. Nelson. I'd love to pitch Mr. Lambert tomorrow. Just tell me the time and I'll be there. The office on North 16th right?"

I'm going to need to email Krishna and see if he can make a few quick tweaks to my code.

"No Miss Hill, Mr. Lambert is away at The Atlantis Hotel in the Bahamas attending a conference. He has a pocket of time in between two panels and asked specifically to meet with you. You'll have to fly to him."

I pause for a moment, because my first thought is of Roman. He'll go ballistic if I just leave the country without, I don't know, talking to him about it. Plus a little part of me doesn't want to leave to do something so big without getting his opinion. Oh good grief! I sound ridiculous. Maybe this is just what the two of us need. Space. A minute to get our heads together. To remember that we're cousins, not star crossed lovers.

"Umm, I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to swing this last minute Mrs. Nelson." I say with regret. The truth is, is that I don't have enough room on any of my credit cards for a plane ticket around the corner much less to the Bahamas.

"We'll purchase the ticket and reserve your room of course Miss Hill. All you'll need to worry about is a great presentation. If you agree, your flight leaves at 8:30am tomorrow. You'll need to get there early of course because it's international travel. You have a passport right?"

"I do."

"Excellent! So should I reserve your seat and let Mr. Lambert know that you're on your way?"

This is it Elizabeth. Your Plan B.

"Yes, thank you."

"Okay, can you email me your details? Send me your full name, birthdate, passport number and all that jazz, and I'll email you your boarding pass. Make sure to print it out and bring it with you to the gate."

"Absolutely. I'm on it right now."

"And Miss Hill?"

"Yes?"

"Good luck."





Chapter Twenty-Four

Roman





"What in the ham sandwich happened in here?"

Jade enters my apartment door cautiously; poking her head inside and looking around corners while randomly kicking things on the floor with the rounded toe of her Converse. I forgot that I gave her a copy of my key if I ever became “unresponsive”.

It's a safety precaution we put in place just in case I was ever in trouble, and she needed to access my emergency cash or gun stash. She's never had to use it until today, although had to use is a strong term for her being here. I don't need her assistance at all, and she knows it. She's just being nosy.