"What?" Helen asked dumbfounded. Her eyes fell on Roman. He was just looking her back with expression, which was impossible to read. "You want me to marry Mr. Reigns?"
"Yes" Seth confirmed.
"To marry him? Just like that? Because it's good for the business?"
"Not just because of that. It's good for you too."
"Oh…please. Don't give me that shit. You don't think about me, but about you and yours so called business." Helen said, rising her voice a little.
"Helen…don't you dare talk to me like that. If you want to think I'm not doing it for your own good, then fine. Think whatever you want, but deal with it. The whole life is business. Get used to that idea from now on."
"But what about love and happiness? I'm sure Mr. Reigns is a great person and I would have a lot of reasons to love him, but as of right now…that feeling doesn't exist in me…not for him."
"Doesn't exist for Roman? For who exists then?" Seth asked, getting angrier. With a voice, that was mocking her and the scene earlier, he added: "Mr. Ambrose?"
Helen cheeks flashed with red by the mentioning of his name, but she hurried to find a way for controlling her reactions.
"Where did this come from, Seth? I don't know Mr. Ambrose. How can I have any kind of feelings for him?" She asked calmly, which only made Seth angrier.
"I know you too well, Helen. You can't mislead me, no matter how much you want to. So what happened during the night? I'm curious to know how exactly he took care of you."
"Excuse me? What exactly are you accusing me of?" Helen asked, hurt by her brothers words.
"Did you sleep with him?"
"Do I look like a whore? I didn't imagine that my brother would think so low of me."
"You surely act like a whore. Go there…spend the night in another man's manor and God knows what else you have done with him…you flutter your eyelashes at him…."Oh thank you, Mr. Ambrose". There surely are going to spread rumors around for you. And if you don't take Roman now, no man will ever want you. Believe me…nobody wants a whore for a wife. And I'll never approve any kind of relationship with a man like Dean Ambrose. You have no choice, Helen. You are going to marry Roman and that's final."
Helen understood that this battle was lost. She was just a woman in a man's world and had no choice to decide who to marry or who to love. It wasn't that she didn't like Roman. She liked him way too much. But it was the fact that her brother didn't care about her, but only for his own good, that drove her mad. She sighed and with cold expression answered:
"Fine. I'll marry Mr. Reigns."
Seth smiled.
"Good… now that's a good girl. One day you'll thank me. And right now I think you should thank Roman. He is pretty much aware of the rumors that might spread… and still wants you. That might be a big blow for his reputation. So thank Roman. I'll leave you two alone." Seth said and left the room, leaving the soon to be husband and wife alone. Helen looked at Roman, who was looking her back. She decided that to survive through this situation and life was possible only if she was submissive. She bowed down slightly and whispered:
"Thank you, Mr. Reigns."
Roman was looking at her intently. He desired those golden eyes. He wanted them focused on him. God…he desired her. He didn't want her head to ever be down like that. Roman wanted her happy, but he wasn't sure if he is the one that could make her happy. He knew all too well that you can't tell your heart who to love. And no matter that Dean Ambrose was no good for her… she wouldn't be able to stop herself if she had feelings for him. But considering the fact that she had spent just one night with Ambrose, he was almost positive that he still had all chances to make Helen entirely his.
"Look at me, Helen." Roman said. Helen raised her eyes and locked them with his grey ones. Golden into grey again. Roman wasn't sure before, but now he was. From that moment on…he was lost. "Don't you ever bow down, okay?"
Helen nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Reigns."
"Roman. We are going to get married. Stop calling me like that. I'm Roman." He smiled and stepped closer to her. His chest pressed into hers… Almost. She was very short so her chest was pressed against his abdomen. Helen looked up at him. "I'm sorry, Helen. I'll do my best to make you happy. I'm sorry I'm not what you want."
"No…" Helen shook her head. "You are the best for me. You are great…even perfect. I'll be happy."
As much as Roman wanted to believe that, he couldn't. But it was all that he wanted to hear. The other things didn't matter for him. He nodded and smiled again.
"You know…sweet Helen… you are beautiful." Roman said as he buried his right hand into her hair. It was oh so soft. He slid his hand down and rested it on her neck. His fingers were a little rough, but felt good on the side of her neck and sent chills down her spine. Roman put his left hand on her waist and brought her even closer to him, if that was possible at all. He lifted her a little so that her face was few inches away from his.
"From the moment I saw you on that masquerade, I knew I had to have you. I wanted you so bad. Oh…Helen I desired you." Roman breathed against her lips and just a moment later he captured them with his own. That felt even better than he had imagined all these sleepless nights. Helen wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he gladly gave. As Roman felt her tongue against his, he released an animalistic growl. He felt the sudden urge to kiss down her neck and to mark her… he wanted to be obvious for everybody that Helen was his. And especially for Ambrose. Roman didn't miss the way he was looking at her.
When they broke the kiss Helen smiled up at Roman. It wasn't going to be that bad if he was kissing her like that all the time. And though she couldn't help, but wonder: How would Mr. Ambrose's lips feel against hers?