Randy couldn't believe it. Roman always managed to change that woman's demeanor with the touch of his lips. A handful of times he had grown tired of the absurd devotion Mia had for his friend. He had skillfully and carefully set Roman up. Mia busted him, but the subtle clues were easily discredited. Roman worked his magic and Mia fell into his arms, forgiving him and forgetting the text message that so obviously showcased his unfaithful heart.
Mia deserved so much more. Roman made it clear what he wanted out of a relationship. Loud and clear it was known that he was incapable of love. An emotional state he did not want or need. He liked Mia. Thought she was hot and she was perfectly qualified to stand by his side at family functions, but they all knew he would never commit no matter how much his mother begged him.
Mia had confided in him before. She wanted love. She wanted marriage and she wanted kids and for some strange reason accepted that she could never have any of those things with Roman. He ignored her ninty percent of the time. Sadness was often etched into her beautiful face and that was when Roman would turn it around by a simple kiss, sometimes swooping her into his arms and taken her to the bedroom when more was needed to turn change her disposition. He brainwashed her time and again. And Randy consoled himself, relieved because it kept her in his life. If she was to leave Roman, she would be lost to him as well. He couldn't step in to pick up the broken pieces of her heart, not without destroying his friendship with Roman. Even if Roman accepted it, things would forever be awkward.
"Randy, what are we going to do?" She cried, with tears threatening to run down her cheeks again. "He's never going to forgive us."
"Don't tell him." Randy shrugged. "We'll get it annulled and that will be the end of it." But he didn't want that. Lord knows he didn't want to give her up.
"I can't lie to him." Mia, always honest. She could not lie to save her life.
"It's not a lie. It's not like he's going to ask." Randy reasoned. "Like he's really going to say, Hey have you two ever been married? We're safe."
"but we slept together, Randy."
Randy coyly smirked. His back was turned to her, digging in his duffel bag for a new shirt. "yeah we did." he tossed a coy look over his shoulder, remembering the moment.
"It's not funny." But it stroked his ego to see the rosy color of her cheeks, knowing he had put it there.
"I don't know, Mia. Maybe this is the kick in the ass Roman needs."
"You know his temper. This wouldn't push him to propose to me. He won't fight to keep me. He'll leave me and never look back. I can't loose him. I can't."
"Why do you love him so much?" He wanted to draw it out. Make her see that Roman didn't feel the same for her as she did for him. Why couldn't she Mia see. He loved her. He loved her the way she loved Roman. He would give up a brother for her. Why didn't she know that? Did she not see it in their love making? The way he held her after they had expeirenced a glourious climax in unison. The way he stroked his thumb on her soft skin. Roman always turned away. She'd said it herself many times. Or he jumped from the bed and dressed so he could hurry off to work without a kiss to say goodbye. He wished he could kiss her again. Right there. Even if Roman emerged to witness. Turn her into mush so she would forget what she saw in his friend. It had happened the night before. He couldn't help himself. The alcohol had brought out all her insecurities. All her suffering had been drawn out with every sip she took and he consoled her.
She had her mind set on leaving him. Ending it all and he reassured her that someone else would want her when she believed no one would. He assured her that someone else in the world would love her, devote their entire being to her. And when she still didn't believe him, he kissed her. Telling how he felt with the swirling of his tongue over hers. But she didn't know. He should have known better. He should have known she ahd blacked out. Should have stopped her, but at that time, he wanted her so badly. Wanted to claim her. Steal her. He took advantage. He could not deny that he had known all along what he was doing. Now, she was hurt and he had caused it.
"Come on, Mia. It's not as bad as all that." The normal comic of the group, he tried to lighten the mood. "We both know how he is. We're protecting him, that's all. It was a goof. It meant nothing. He'll the way we were laughing in those pictures I'm thinking we thought we were only playing around. I honestly doubt we thought we were getting married for real. You know how we kid around."
Mia stared at her friend. He was right. They did joke a lot. Sometiems they portrayed a couple in a mocking way. It had nevr meant anything. Even in front of Roman and he hadn't thought anything of it. It was just how they were. They made fun of couples huddled too close and slobering all over each other in public, makign everyone laugh. Even her boyfriend would give that half smile and snort a small laugh.
"And I doubt we did more than sleep in that bed."
He didn't remember. And she barely recalled more than a few images. The way her thighs ached, she knew they had. It had been wild and untamed because she still wore the imprint of his fingerprints between her thighs and on her arms. Rough, but nice. She shook her head, pushing the images out of her mind.
"Okay, this isn't a big deal. There's no sense in telling him something that we know would hurt him. So, we're doing the right thing, right?" But it didn't feel right. She felt like a liar and she hated liars. What if Roman did propose? How would she be able to stand at the alter, pledge her loyalty to him with Randy standing right beside him, exchanging knowing glances about their deception.
Randy stared a moment. He had one shot. One moment that would define everything. It was his time to fight. To win her. He could step closer, pull the tie on that too large robe, slip his hands around her naked waist and show her why she was thinking all wrong. He was ready to stand beside her, own up to what they had done in front of Roman. The man could deal with it or fade out of his life forever. How mad could he get? Roman had already confided in him, telling him that he never planned to get serious with Mia. He said he never wanted to marry her and he said he doubted he would ever fall in love with her. Randy knew it was only a matter of time before Roman moved on. He only wanted her because he thought she was damn good in bed. He was right. She was, but there was more to her than that.
Damn it. He couldn't do it. He pushed those feelings down into the pit of his stomach, straightened his spine and nodded.
"It's going to be fine. Like you said, nothing really happened. We were drunk and probably thought we were joking around. No big deal."
"then why are we keeping it a secret?"
"Because Roman is a wacko." He laughed. "It's not worth causing trouble over." But it was. It so was. "Let's go eat. Are you going in that?"
She laughed, looked down at her attire and grabbed her bag. Oh that laugh was so addictive. "Turn around."
"Why? I've seen you naked before." he joked.
"Randy!" she laughed and he obliged, but she shouldn't have turned her back because she unknowingly aloud him to watch her drop her robe. He scanned her body up and down. Those long, toned legs. That perfect heart shaped bottom and that straight line of her back that he wanted to trail with his lips. He felt his manhood twinge and he had to cast away his gaze, or he would never keep to his promise.
