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A/N: I know it's been a while since the last update, and I'm really sorry to everyone who's been keeping up with the story. There's been some things that I've been having to take care of, so I'm hoping you all enjoy this chapter!
GISELLE
It's been airy two months now since Roman and I started dating and it's been the complete opposite of what I've been used to. As independent as I love to be, he always wants to make sure I'm okay, and taken care of.
"Hey, GG." Said Elijah as I was getting my things to go on lunch.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask when I look up at him.
Elijah thinks for a moment and takes his arms from behind his back, to show me a bracelet that he made. I always remembered that he would sometimes make these little things and give them out. It was his way of making some extra money on the side and it was something he enjoyed, though he would always give me something at no charge, no matter how much I insisted on giving him something.
"Thank you, it's pretty." I say, looking at it, when I take it in my hands.
"No problem. You know you're my favorite person to give these too." He says and I look at him with a soft smile. "I know, you're dating that guy, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to give you something."
I let out a soft breath and smoke. "I don't know what to say."
"No, I just wanted to say that he's a lucky guy." Elijah says. "Any guy dating you would be. Just be careful."
I look up at him, curiously and wonder if there's something going on that I can't see. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
"Nothing at all." He quickly says. "Just, don't you think it's something to think about that you're dating him and all of a sudden that Tim guy is no longer bothering you?"
"I thought you'd be happy that he isn't bothering me anymore." I say. "Do you know of the things he's done to other women? Who knows what he could have done with me."
Not wanting to think of how bad it could've gone, I try to think about something else. Though Elijah continues.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Giselle. I just wanted you to think about some things as far as this guy goes." He says. "All of a sudden Tim Haggin is no longer around when he seemed to always want to make sure you were right by his side. You start spending time with Roman Reigns, one of the richest men around with more power and connections than all of us here put together and one would think Tim Haggin would never want to leave you out of his sight, so that he can get close to him. But he just leaves you alone after that night when he almost hit you."
"Elijah, I appreciate your concern and wanting me to be safe, if that's what this is." I say to him. "But don't cross the line, trying to do all of this."
Before he could say anything else, I walked away and into the break room. It made me think though about what he was saying. Come to think about it, I haven't seen or heard from Tim Haggin since that night at the party. As far as I know, he hasn't tried to get in contact with me, and sometimes I just assumed that was because maybe he was told something by Roman when I wasn't around and he hasn't told me, or the McMahons that I don't know about. Maybe even the cops. Roman did say he would get taken care of and for me to not worry about it. Curiosity is making me want to find out what happened, while my feelings for Roman are making me want to make sure he didn't do anything to put himself into trouble.
Later in the day, I get to where Roman works and make my way up to his floor. When I get to the front desk, I greet Ali and look towards his office where I see him talking to someone who's back was facing me. Roman had his suit jacket off, and had on a crisp white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms. His hair pulled back into a neat bun and a beard that was growing out. Looking up, his eyes stopped when he saw me and my breath almost caught at the way his eyes and his face lit up when he saw me. The way he smiled that smile of his that I only seem to notice when it's directed at me. The man he was talking to looked back and gave a gentle smile when he saw me, before turning his attention back to Roman. About ten minutes later, they're both walking out of his office and he signals for me to walk over to him.
"Seth, this is my girlfriend, Giselle." Roman says, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Giselle, this is Seth. He's a business partner of mine and we've been working together for a couple of years now. Really good friend of mine as well. Like a brother."
"Nice to meet you." The man says with a friendly smile as he shakes my hand. "So you're the woman he's been talking about. I see why, he can't stop talking about you. Feel like I know you already."
I let out a soft laugh and feel Roman pull me close. "All good stuff I hope."
He kisses my forehead, before saying something to Seth and how they'll meet up again in the morning. After he leaves, I follow Roman into his office and after the glass closes up, I quickly bury myself in his arms, and take in his scent.
"How was your day?" He softly asks, not letting me go.
"Long. Yours?" I ask, wondering if I should even mention the whole Elijah thing. It's been on my mind all day, and I can't help but want to know.
"Long. Busy day, but I'm happy to be able to see you." He says, pulling back to look at me. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
I blink a few times wondering how he even knows that I have something on my mind. Then again, you don't get as far as he has without having ever payed attention to detail.
"Whatever happened to Tim Haggin?" I suddenly ask.
"Did you see him?" He asks, not giving anything away.
"No, I haven't seen him since the party that night you and I met." I reply. "You told me he would get taken care of, but you never said whatever happened to him. I heard his name today and it got me thinking again about what could have happened to him."
Roman lets out a sigh and leans against his desk. "I told you not to worry about it, Giselle."
"Why not? That guy made my life a living hell for like a month." I say. "Don't you think I should at least know what happened to him? I'm not trying to get in trouble for something happening to him and I was one of the last people he was seen with."
"Baby, you're not going to get into any trouble over him." He says.
"How do you know that?" I ask, pressing on but being away to keep cautious because I don't want him to not say anything either.
"Because he's still alive, if you're thinking anything of that nature." Roman says. "I would never do that to anyone, so no you won't get into any trouble. Does that mean that I'll let a guy get away with disrespecting you? Hell no. You don't disrespect what's mine and get away with it. But I'm not stupid enough to put my hands on him. Especially a guy like him."
I walk over to him and cup his face, liking how he might refer to me as his. "So what happened to him? Why don't you want to tell me?"
"I was able to get a hold of him a couple of weeks after that night." He says, leaning his cheek into my hands. "Up until that day, as far as I knew, the McMahons had banned him from ever attending any of their events after that night, or gatherings, things of that nature. His reputation isn't the best and it follows him which is part of why he was losing so much money, because he was losing deals and sponsorships. They didn't want to be involved with someone who abused women, whether it was true or not and the McMahons weren't going to suffer either because of it. I don't know if you know or not, but before that night, things were starting to coming out little by little about the things that he's done to women. At least the way he's treated them. The only reason that nothing had happened to him up to that point was because he was still able to hire some really good lawyers in the city to help him out and even though his reputation had taken a turn for the worse, he was still known as an amazing NASCAR driver and that was something that couldn't be taken away from him. Though nowadays, nobody wants to represent him because apparently the way he treats people in general, is just not the best. When I met up with him, he was asking all of these questions about where he can find you and where could you be. I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to come after you again and try to do something to you if he wanted to blame you for what he was going through after the party. I was able to convince him to stay away."
"How?" I softly ask.
"Giselle..." He says, but I cut him off.
"Roman, if you didn't do anything wrong, why won't you tell me?" I whisper.
His large hands pull me to him and rest on my waist. I can feel the heat of his strong hands through my shirt and I want to feel them on my skin. But right now's not the time, so I try to leave that image out of my head.
"Why do you want to know?" He asks. "He's stayed away from you, hasn't he?"
"Yes, but Roman I just want to know." I insist.
He lets out a sigh and stands up, walking over to the window. I know there's more that Roman hasn't told me and I'm not sure why it's so important that he tells me about this. Probably because hearing it from someone else makes me feel like he's keeping a secret from me.
"Why are other people questioning me about what happened to him?" I ask.
"Like who?" Roman asks, turning around to face me.
"Someone at work." I say. "He was basically saying to be careful because all of a sudden, Tim went ghost around the time we started spending more time together and that one has to wonder why because of who you are and stuff. But he's the first person to ask. The only person to ask, actually."
His jaw ticked. "I didn't hurt the guy, Giselle and I didn't ask anybody to hurt him. So I have some friends in high places and they started looking into some of the allegations people had on him, especially the ones that were being doubted. Tim was pissed off at me because I was trying to keep him away from you because I knew he was no good for you, Giselle. Even you know that. He didn't give a shit about anybody but himself, even if it meant getting other people into a shit load of trouble. Tim kept asking for you, and from what I know, he's asked twice more since the last time I saw him, so yeah I like to keep him as far away from you as possible."
Roman steps towards me, but stops himself and keeps his distance, though there was a look in his eyes that I don't remember ever seeing from him. A look of longing and wanting as he looked at me. As if he was afraid of me leaving and not coming back. I didn't know why he never mentioned Tim again, and I never bothered to ask because honestly, I'm perfectly fine with never seeing him again. But the thought of anybody I care about getting into trouble and because of me, I would feel so guilty.
"If he does anything to ever hurt you, let alone touch you, I'll make sure that's the end of him." Roman says, in a tone that I haven't heard from him before and it sends shivers up my spine. "He'll be ruined without me or anybody else having to ever lay a finger on him and I'll make sure of it."
I start to think and it takes me a moment to realize something. "Who's that guy then?"
"What guy?" Roman asks, concern taking over. "What are you talking about? Is someone bothering you?"
"Have you ever had that feeling like someone is watching you, but you just don't know who it is or where it's coming from? Or even if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you?" I ask and watch as he walks up to me and holds my hands.
"Have you seen something out of the ordinary for you? Heard something? Anything?" He asks, looking over my face as if looking for evidence of something being done to me, that he hasn't seen before.
I think back for a moment. "When we came back from New Orleans, and you had to leave the next day for a business trip. It felt like someone was watching me, and I don't know why but then it would go away. I felt it on and off the whole time you were gone. When you came back, it stopped. Then two weeks ago, when you went back to Louisiana, I felt it again. This time though, I saw someone. It was a guy, I don't think I ever saw him before. I was with Jenny, because we were hanging out and catching up and it was on the weekend. I had Jackson with me because I had taken him to the park that morning, and she was going to be there with her dog."
"What did he look like?" Roman asks.
"He was dressed in black." I say. "Tall. Built. He was wearing a hat, and looked like he was trying to blend in. I never got close enough to him to notice anything more specific about him but from what I was able to see, it also looked like he had a beard. I saw him again when we were leaving the park and I wonder if that's why Jackson was acting up while we were there. He was more alert than usual, and whenever I saw the guy, Jackson would just start barking and barking, noticing something in his direction. When we were leaving the park and I saw the guy, Jackson was just so aggressive. It wasn't until we got in the train station that Jackson stopped."
"I'm putting some guards on you." Roman states.
"What?" I ask. "No you're not. Roman, I don't need security on me."
"I don't know this guy, Giselle." He says, going to his desk. "He's gotten bold enough to let you see him, who knows how much bolder he's going to get."
"I can take care of myself, Roman. I've been doing it since I was twelve." I argue.
"I'm not saying that you can't, what I'm saying is that I'm making sure you're protected." He argues. "We don't know what intentions this guy has for you and I'm supposed to just sit back and allow him to do something to you? The person I care about? I'm not taking away your independence, or doubting how good you are at taking care of yourself. It's an attractive trait you have, but I want you to stick around."
"Why?" I whisper, looking down and playing with my hands.
He gently cups my face, and has me look up at him. In that moment, something passed between us. A language that only the two of us can understand. Roman takes one of my hands and places it on the side of his chest with his heart. I can feel the muscle underneath his shirt and wish I could explore it. Taking my other hand, I place a finger on a spot on his neck where I can feel his heartbeat. His eyes spark.
"Because of that." He softly says. "And for me. You already have both."
"Really?" I whisper. I liked the thought of having him. All of him. "That doesn't mean I agree with having security right now."
"I'm sorry." Roman responds. "But i don't want to take any chances. Not with how much you mean to me."
"So there's no changing your mind?" I ask.
"I can't, I rather be safe than have something happen to you." He replies.
I drop my hands and pull away. "I have to get home, I'll see you."
Grabbing my purse, I leave and say bye to Ali. Looking back when I get to the elevator, Roman is leaning against the door to his office, with his hands in his pockets, and an ankle crossing his other. He looks right at me, and my breath catches at the way he does. Breaking the stare, I press the button for the elevator and try to not go back to him. Back to his arms where I always feel safest. But then I hear his voice.
"Giselle." Roman says, sounding closer than I thought he was, and I was right by the warmth of his hand through my sweater when he rests it on my waist. How does he move so quietly?
Turning around, it doesn't take me long to realize the stares that some of the employees are giving us. Roman noticed but he kept me close to him.
"Move along now, thank you." He says without even looking.
Everyone scrambled at the command of their boss. Turning his attention back to me, he takes out his phone and calls someone a moment later.
"Can you meet us downstairs?" He asks the person in the other line.
Hanging up, he took my hand and pulled me into the elevator with him, pressing the button with the letter G. I'm guessing it's for garage, knowing I wouldn't be surprised if it is.
"Roman, I have to get home and check on Jackson." I say, though he wouldn't say a word. "And I have to cook and clean."
Letting out a frustrated sigh at his lack of communication and cross my arms. The doors open a minute later and it opens to a garage with a few cars parked there. So I really was right. Looking around, the cars I see are all the type of cars you would expect people with money to have. Mercedes, Bentley, a Masaratti. Then there was Mr. Kelani, waiting by the car with a smile.
"Thank you, and please make sure she gets home safe." Roman tells him.
The man agrees and opens the door for me before moving along to get in the car. "Come over tonight. I'll make dinner."
"Roman..." I start to say before he interrupts.
"Please?" He softly asks. "Spend the weekend with me."
"How do I know it's not a ploy for you to keep an eye on me?" I rightfully ask. "As if I'm a child or someone who just doesn't know any better."
"No, I'm not doing that to you. I'm not suffocating you." Roman says.
I look at him. "And having security follow me around all the time, won't do that? I understand wanting to keep me safe, I really do. But I don't want security on me. Why are you wanting the last word on this?"
"Giselle, we'll talk about this later." Roman says, with seriousness in his voice. He rubs his face with his hands and curses under his breath. "Not here. Please."
I get in the car and slam the door shut, without saying another word to Roman. Mr. Kelani took the hint and drove off, taking me home.
Roman
It's almost midnight and I'm at home, about to eat some takeout after a long shower. I drowned myself in work after getting back up to my office and may have stopped by a bar to have a drink. I sit in the kitchen in sweats with my hair out without a shirt on because I just didn't bother with putting one on. The kitchen light is on, but the ones in the living room are off. I wanted to enjoy the lights from the New York skyline.
I think about earlier, and my conversation with Giselle that basically turned into an argument. I could have handled it better, I get that now after thinking about it. What was I supposed to think when she feels like she's being watched and actually saw the guy who could be doing it? How am I supposed to feel? Because this woman already has my heart and thinking about her getting hurt, and I always knew from the first day I saw her, that I would do anything to protect her. But how am I supposed to do that without making her feel like she doesn't have any freedom? As if she's being controlled and suffocated? Without going to far and losing her in the process? Just when I'm about to reach for my phone and try to call her again, the phone rings. Not my cell phone but the phone I have that security from downstairs can call me on. It's by the kitchen and they usually don't call at this time so I wonder if there's a problem.
"Hello?" I ask, not much in a mood to talk to anyone else.
"Good evening, sir, this is Jack from the front desk. We're Sorry to interrupt your night, sir," the voice on the other line says. He's a young guy that's been here for a little over a year and he's still in college, but he's a nice kid. Good head on his shoulders. "There's someone here to see you."
"Who?" I ask, looking at the time and wondering who would be wanting to visit me at this time.
"She says her name is Giselle." The guy replies and my heart jumps at her name.
"Really? Long, curly hair and blue eyes? Tan?" I ask. Not to mention, beautiful. And I just really miss her.
"Yes, sir." He replies.
"Let her up." I say, without hesitation. "Is that all?"
"She also has a dog with her." He adds.
"That's fine, she can bring him up." I reply. "Thank you, Jack."
Within a couple of minutes, she's coming in with Jackson in front of her. He barks a couple of times, before letting me pet him and going back to Giselle who takes off his leash. Slowly walking up to me, with a bag in her shoulder that she was putting down, a navy blue sweater, with a plain shirt underneath and tights. She smelled like strawberries, and I just wanted to breath in her scent. Take all of her in.
"Hi." She says in a tiny voice.
"Hey." I say. "I was thinking I wasn't going to see you."
Giselle looks down before looking back up at me. "I almost didn't come."
"What chabged your mind?" I ask, seeing Jackson walking around, and smelling things.
"Jackson, come." She says and when he does, she gets him to sit. "I didn't want us to spend the night mad at each other."
All I wanted to do was take her in my arms and forget about the argument. But I want her to be okay. And happy. Grabbing her bag, and her hand, I take her upstairs to put her stuff down in my room. I manage to get Jackson to follow me back downstairs while she changes into something more comfortable. Luckily I ordered enough to feed multiple people in case she was hungry. When she came down a few minutes later, she comes down with a black, silk robe on, that ends mid thigh in her and I couldn't help but wonder what's underneath.
"Is this okay?" She asks, hiding into herself when my eyes linger.
"It's perfect." I say, and her cheeks turn pink.
I offer her some food and she takes it. Sitting down across from each other, we eat quietly until we're done. Something is on her mind, I can tell, but I'm not going to force her to talk about it. After putting everything away, she's standing by the windows, and looking out into the city.
"I'm sorry. About earlier." I say, standing behind her. "I didn't say it with bad intentions, Giselle. I just...I can't stand the thought of something bad happening to you."
"Did you piss someone off?" She asks.
"I'm sure there's people who don't really like me." I say. "On your way to the top, there may be people who you're not going to make happy for whatever reason. They can say or do whatever they want with me. But you're off limits. For as long as you're mine, you're off limits."
She turns around and the light from the moon, helps illuminate her frame. Curves that I never stopped wanting.
"What does that mean?" Giselle's softly asks.
"They'll get you to get to me because it'll hurt. People know that I'm dating someone. They know I have you in my life and those who want to see me struggle will do whatever it takes for that to happen." I reply. "And they want to see how far I'm willing to go to keep you safe."
"What are you willing to do to keep me safe?" Giselle asks, looking up at me.
"Anything." I simply reply, wanting her in my arms.
"I've never had security guards with me before." She says. "What if I don't like them? Or trust them? I don't want to lose my freedom. I don't want to feel like I'm this person locked up in a cage because I have to have them around. I don't want to lose me."
Hooking a piece of hair behind her ear, I kiss her forehead. "You can interview them with me. See them for yourself and help pick out the ones you believe will do a good job. I don't want you to lose yourself because of anything or anyone. Not even me. You're perfect the way you are and I don't want anyone unless it's you."
"It's like I'm a princess, being protected and taken care of." She softly says.
"You're my princess." I say. "I'll make sure you're protected and taken care of."
"Is spoiling me included in that?" Giselle jokingly asks.
I chuckled. "I thought I was already trying to do that."
"Which I give you a hard time about sometimes." She says.
"Because you're independent and you can take care of yourself which is absolutely sexy." I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.
She laughs and rests her hands on my chest. "I understand wanting to keep me safe. But do you understand why I'm hesitant about getting guards?"
"I understand." I say, softly. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like that would happen. Are we okay?"
A few beats pass before she answers. "We're okay."
"I think I have a way to make it up to you." I say, pulling away from her. "But first, what's the inspiration behind the robe? Want to be comfy?"
"Maybe." She says, untying it to reveal a black lace bra that's holding her natural breasts in place, with matching panties. The robe falls and pools at her feet, curse under my breath.
All the blood rushes down, as I groan and push her against the windows. I kiss her hard, my hands trying to cover every inch of her skin that I physically can at the moment. Giselle moans against my lips and I cup her more than generous ass, as my lips make their way down to her neck. Her soft moans fill my ear before letting out a happy sigh. I make a mental note to do that again.
"Wait, can people see in from outside?" She asks breathless.
"Would you like if they did?" I ask, kissing the top of her breasts while my hands find the hook.
"I don't know...no...maybe...I don't know..." Another happy sigh when my fingers brush her skin again.
"Don't worry baby, they can't see in." I say in her ear as I unhook her bra and let it fall, freeing her breasts. "But if you want to give people a show, we can definitely make that happen."
She arches her back when my mouth lands on one of her nipples, and my free hand enjoys her other one. Giselle lightly rubs her nails against my skin and I groan at the feeling. I feel her fingers pulling at my sweats and I break away from her, to look, seeing the large buldge.
"Something you want?" I ask and I can tell her cheeks are turning red when she notices.
Giselle bites her bottom lip and nods. "Yes."
"Not yet." I say, as my fingers find her panties and make their way in.
She moans when they find her clit and starts circling around it. Pressing into her slick folds, I rest a free hand against the window and gently bite down on her neck, wondering how good she would feel wrapped around something else as I add another finger.
"Roman" she moans, grabbing on to my arm.
"You like that?" I ask and pick up my head in time to see her eyes spark like electricity.
Before I knew it, I had my head buried in between her legs, as she stood over me with a leg draped over my shoulder. It wasn't long before she fell apart and I enjoyed every minute of it. Kissing my way back up, Ingot to her ribs where she had a tattoo of a dream catcher and another of an arrow. I picked her up and carried her upstairs so she wouldn't have to walk and came down from her high, leaving her robe down where by the windows with her bra and panties.
Laying her down on my bed, she looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers that always do something to me. Her hair is sprawled out underneath her and the vulnerability that I see in her, the gentleness while still having that hint of sexy exuding her body, and she's honestly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Taking off my pants, my erection is now free and her eyes quickly go and that spark shows up again. Digging around in my drawer, I found a condom and put it on before getting on top of her and in between her legs.
"You're mine." I say in her ear, as I make my way inside her.
I groan and she lets out a soft gasp before she moans. She adjusts to the size and relaxes before I move again and each move became better than the last. She digs her nails into my back, and leans her head back into the pillow. I keep repeating 'mine', and I can hear the subtle agreement when she says 'yes' each time in response. Digging my fingers into her waist, she hooks a leg around my waist when I lean back down. Pulling my head up, our eyes lock and something passes between them when they do. I knew this woman was dangerous the night I first laid my eyes on her. Who knew I'd already be falling for her, and be this far deep in how I feel about her. I'd do anything for her and I'll be damned if someone takes her away from me. Kissing her neck when she leans her head back, I hear the satisfied sound escape her lips. Her body tenses up and I knew she was close.
"Hold it." I say, and she lets out a groan in protest.
"Roman." She moans out, digging her nails into my back again.
A few minutes pass before I say in her ear, "Cum."
I bite her neck as she lets go again, and I groan at how good she feels as she lets go around me. It wasn't long after that I was filling up the condom with my release. We stayed there, with my on top of her as we both came down from our high. Not wanting to hurt her with my weight, I attempted to get off but she held on to me.
"Stay with me." Giselle whispers, looking up at me.
"I'll stay." I reply. "Let me just throw this out."
I go to the bathroom where I throw out the condom and grab a warm towel. Getting back to the room, I see her stretch and curl up in my bed with her hair sprawled out on the sheets and her blue eyes shining up at me. Gently cleaning her up, I quickly make my way to the bathroom and come back out to picking her head up when she sees me.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, getting back in bed and taking her in my arms without any hesitation.
"No." She softly says. "You were perfect."
"Can you stay the weekend?" I ask her, not wanting her to leave because of how much I like having her in my bed. In my arms.
Giselle nods. "I'll stay."
I give her a kiss but that eventually turns into spending the next few hours not getting any sleep.