Breaking up was never easy, it was something that took the toll on both parties unless the relationship was getting dull. Their breakup came after an all-night love making session, one that left her breathless and clinging to his biceps all night as he thrusted deeply in her. It was an ending she never foresaw, who would? Their love was just declared two weeks after a close-collision accident while breathing deeply in the car and clinging to each other. The thought of being without him made her realize how much she loved him, she thought he felt the same as he clung to her in the car.

"This isn't going to work anymore Naomi, we need to break up."

"What?" Naomi grabbed the sheet to her body as their sweat didn't even cool off yet.

"This isn't working anymore." He repeated again, this time slowly saying the words as he got up to grab his clothes.

"What's not working?" She was confused at what her lover was saying, how could he just break up with her now?

"Us. We're not…"

Naomi put her hand up to silence him because she could hear the evident frustration in his voice. "I'm not deaf Roman, what the hell do you mean it's not working? You just got done making love to me and now it's not working?"

Roman shrugged while putting his jeans back on. He didn't say much while looking for his shirt, avoiding her eyes.

"I'm fucking talking to you!" Naomi yelled out.

"What? It isn't working, you're a boring lay, a boring girlfriend, and even your head game was horrific. I used you for sex, I got what I wanted and now I'm leaving. Does that sound more accurate?" Roman sneered at her. "Where is my damn shirt?"

Naomi's mouth fell open as she watched him search for his shirt. She couldn't speak, didn't know what to say to him only than portray her anger.

"Get the fuck out my house."

"What?"

"Get the fuck out my house or I swear for God I will call the police, fuck your damn shirt, get the fuck out and don't ever speak to me again. How fucking dare you?" The tears threatened to fall but she worked through them and her anger. "2 years, Roman, 2 fucking years." Naomi whispered. "Just get out, now."

"I would love to princess but I need my keys."

"I will fucking call you an uber GET THE FUCK OUT NOW." Naomi's voice broke as she yelled at him. She couldn't believe what was happening, this wasn't the man that was just caressing her body less than 10 minutes.

"Not without my keys."

"Roman, please." Naomi wrapped the sheets around her tighter, feeling vulnerable and unclean. She just wanted to cleanse herself of his touch. "Leave."

Roman finally looked at her a softness touching his eyes before the coldness was back. It was so sudden Naomi missed it as Roman picked his keys up from under the bed. "Peace out Princess." Roman blew a cocky kiss at her while still being shirtless.

Naomi didn't speak as the sobs suddenly hit her as she heard him going down the steps. "What did I do?" She kept asking herself, hating how weak she felt but how could he just walk out and leave her?

Roman walked out the house as he leaned his head against her door. He hated what he had to do but it was the only way his ex-wife was allowing him to see his daughter. He could always try to take her to court but didn't want to subject his daughter to more pain but the sob that came from her mouth broke him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." Roman said against the door. "I do love you."

He took his phone out wanting to text her, wanting to comfort her but instead did nothing as he headed to his car.