Roman looked at the sleeping woman next morning. She was lying on his arm, snuggled up against his chest with her arm across his stomach. He had been looking at her for a little while, smiling to himself while he replayed the night before in his mind. He sure wouldn't mind repeating that. It had been slow and hot, lovemaking at its best.
He bit his lip to keep a chuckle within when she made the sweetest, little sound in her sleep. It sounded like a happy sigh combined with an unrecognizable word that couldn't make it from her dream and out of her pretty mouth. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss in her hair, careful not to wake her, before gently pulling his arm out from under her.
She slept while he dressed and left the room. He had spotted a coffee bar across the street from the hotel the day before and with Mickie's words still roaming in his head, he made his way in there, happy to see they did have tiramisu latte on the menu.
"I'll have a tiramisu latte and a cappuccino," he ordered.
He was hoping to surprise her in bed but when he stepped back into the bedroom, he found her on the floor fully dressed and about to leave the room. They both looked at each other equally surprised.
"You're leaving?" He asked.
"You came back?" She asked.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" He smiled warmly.
"I just thought you got what you wanted," she said.
"What? Why would you think that? Sure, I got what I wanted but only a small part of it. I want you as a whole," he said. "I just went out to surprise you."
He handed her the coffee and waited for her to take a sip.
"Tiramisu latte? How did you know?" She asked.
"Mickie," he chuckled. "Do you have a secret relationship with tiramisu that I should know about because it doesn't sound healthy with the way Mickie talks about your love for it."
"Sorry. I'll stop," she said.
"No, don't. I didn't mean it like that," he said.
He placed a hand on her cheek and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.
"It's cute," he said. "You're cute. In fact, you're more than cute. You're adorable."
She giggled lightheartedly and put the coffee cup to her lips again. Too soon she had finished it and she moved out of the bedroom to find her shoes near the front door.
"So thank you for last night. It was incredible," she said.
"It was," he smirked. "Where are you going, by the way?"
"Back down," she said.
"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked.
She stood up straight and stared at him in horror.
"Why would you do that? You can't tell him," she said.
"I just thought you might need my backup when you're telling him you're leaving him," he said.
"Leaving him?" She asked.
"Okay, we probably should have talked about this last night before ending in bed together but I'm not the kind of guy to have one night stands and leave the next day. I actually thought you wanted me for real," he said.
"I did. I do. But Roman, I can't just leave him," she said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because..." She answered.
She couldn't come up with one good reason. He closed the gab between them and placed his hands on her head.
"Why not?" He asked again.
"It doesn't work that way," she whispered.
"It does if you want it to," he said.
He captured her lips in a demanding kiss, letting her know clearly through the kiss alone where he stood in that matter. He wanted her. Not sometimes but all the time.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter," she answered.
"It matters, Ysabel. You matter. For too long you've been doing what he wants. Stop it. Stop being his slave," he said.
"Roman," she closed her eyes.
"I'm done watching you from afar and dreaming about having you. I'm here right now and right in front of you. Take the chance. I'll never hurt you. I've been in love with you for so long and Mickie says you have feelings for me too," he said.
"I do," she whimpered. "Mickie has no right telling you those things though."
"Screw that! I know and you know. Just take the chance," he said. "Please."
How she wanted to say yes but the word wouldn't leave her mouth. None of them had heard Dean's door open or anyone come out.
"Morning guys," Dean's sleepy voice reached them.
Roman spun around to look at his friend and realized instantly what a mistake he had just made. He heard the front door and spun around again but she was gone. He stormed out of the door just in time to see her standing in the elevator at the end of the hall.
"Ysabel! Don't do it!" He yelled.
He ran towards the elevator but the door closed and it started moving downwards. He stopped running and just stared at the cold metal door.
"Don't do it," he whispered. "Stay with me."
She put on her best game face when she entered her and Bray's room again. He was waiting for her as expected.
"How was it?" He asked.
"You know Mickie. Cheerleader movies all night," she answered.
He moved towards her and took her hand. His fingers slid over hers and suddenly he yanked her hand up with such force that she whimpered from the pain. He stared at her finger where the engagement ring was supposed to be.
"Where is it?" He yelled.
"I forgot it in her room," she said.
"You don't ever take it off!" He yelled. "What's her room number?"
"I didn't check," she said.
"Bullshit! You always notice everything and if you don't wanna give me the number, it means something else is up," he said.
He wrapped a hand around her throat and just stared at her. He didn't need to tell her what he would do if she didn't give him the answer he wanted.
"Her room number!" He demanded.
"She's up on top in the final suite to the right," she said. "I'll go get it right away. Please, Bray, just stay here."
"No, I'll go get it," he said.
Roman looked like a deer caught in headlights when he opened the door and found Bray there. For a second he had thought Ysabel had come back but there stood her crazy boyfriend instead.
"Roman!" Bray sneered. "I should have guessed."
"What are you doing here?" Roman asked.
"I believe Ysabel left her ring here," Bray answered. "You know, her engagement ring."
"Fuck!" Roman growled.
He stepped away from the door and Mickie came running in to try and save the situation.
"Hi Bray, sorry I didn't tell you about me and Roman. We're trying to keep it away from everybody until it gets serious," she said.
"Right," Bray said.
"I know how you get. If I told you I had a boyfriend in my room, you wouldn't have let her come with me. We really did have girl time. She slept in my room while he was in another. She's my best friend. I wanna tell her about everything in my life but I don't want anyone else to know," she said.
Roman came walking back and handed Bray the ring. Mickie's jaw dropped as she realized Bray was seeing right through her lies.
"You know," Bray held up the ring. "This means she belongs to me, Roman. Not you and not anybody else."
"Fuck you!" Roman sneered.
"Interesting choice of words," Bray chuckled. "I bet you fucked her last night, didn't you? That's gonna be your one and only time. She's mine!"
"Get the fuck out of here!" Roman took a step forwards.
"Gladly," Bray grinned. "I'll see you tonight inside the ring."