Dangerously In Love (5 page)

ROMAN

When we reached my house mom
was the only one up in the kitchen starting preparations for the Xmas spread
she made every year.

"Everything went okay
last night? " I kissed her in thanks for the favor she'd done me.

"Perfectly fine son,
merry Xmas Victoria-Lynn." She kissed her cheeks.

"We'll be right
back." I took her hand and led her up to my room. When I opened the door
there was a soft whining coming from the corner of the room. Of course she
zeroed in on that shit.

"Is that?"

"Merry Xmas baby."
She squealed and barely spared me a hug before running to her gift.

I'd gotten her a Pomeranian.
I knew how much she'd always wanted one, I didn't see the fascination but what
the hell do I know. It looked like a rat with hair to me but she squealed and
carried on like I'd given her some extravagant gift.

"Roman are those...tell
me these are crystals or zircons."

"Nope."

"Are you insane, you
can't put diamonds on a dog, good Lord."

I just shrugged at her, what
the hell, the research said that's what the 'It 'people did, so that's what the
fuck I did. I 'd gotten the idea from one of her girlie magazines that she'd left
lying around here months ago.

I know she was saying that
shit but she was secretly thrilled with the pink diamonds. Besides they weren't
that big, who the fuck cared?

"Do you like it or not?"

"I love it thank you, how did you
know?"

"Vicki you've only been dropping hints
about this shit for the last half a year."

"I didn't think you noticed."

"What kinda guy would I
be if I didn't notice when my girl was dropping hints all over the place? Put
it here." She kissed my lips as I picked her up dog and all, the little
shit yipped at me.

"Watch it fur ball before I take you to
the pound."

"Roman, don't tell her that you'll scare
her." I rolled my eyes. I'd forgotten my girl's quirkiness.

"Sweet cheeks she's a dog I'm not sure she
understands what I'm saying."

"Well just in case." She mimed
locking her lips.

I kissed her again and put her back down.

"I'm going downstairs,
you coming?"

"Can I bring
Tinkerbell
?"

"That's her name? Geez what kind of
froufrou shit name is that for a dog?"

"Uh, she's a girly girl, she has to have a
girly name, besides you're the one who bought her diamonds."

"Right, it's my fault you're gonna give
the poor dog a complex with that pansy ass name."

"Your daddy's silly."

Damn right I'm the daddy.
Shit now I was happy to be the father of a fucking dog. Women made men stupid,
I'm convinced.

"Whatever let's go, bring
Tinks
’ carrier if you want or she'll probably tear the
place apart. I have all her stuff in the closet to go through later."

"What kinda stuff?"

"Just stuff that every dog needs."
Okay so I might've gone overboard with the dog stuff so sue me.

"Okay." She followed me out the door
with her new pet in hand.

Downstairs the others had
stirred. Dad and Petra were like two little kids shaking shit under the tree to
see if they could guess what it was. Every year it's the same thing with these
two. My older brother Julius and his bitch girlfriend Melanie weren't here this
year thank shit. They were visiting her family who lived in Italy of all
places, for the season. I'll miss my bro, but couldn't say I was sad to see the
bitch queen go.

"Mom. Dad's shaking
stuff again!" I told on his ass.

"Snitch!" He rubbed the top of my
head like I was six, making the girls laugh and
Tinks
yip her ass off.

"Thaddeus get in here and leave that stuff
alone. We'll open gifts early this year, right after brunch."

"Brunch, but I 'm hungry now, whatever
happened to breakfast?" I grouched on the way to the kitchen.

"You be quiet and put on this
apron..."

She got cut off which could only mean one
thing; he was kissing the hell out of her. My parents did that a lot, nasty.

We spent the morning playing
with the dog. Well, the girls spent the morning playing with the dog I watched
them from my place on the couch, while mom and dad cooked away in the kitchen. Mom
has this thing about preparing holiday meals on her own, whatever works. Us
kids usually had KP duty at the end of the day to make up for it. Vicki seemed
happy enough, she loved that stupid dog I could tell. Then again knowing her
penchant for dogs...geez dude it's Xmas give it a rest. For just one day give
it a rest, don't let that douche destroy today too.

Dinner was amazing as always.
We were all stuffed to the gills and since mom had pulled a fast one we didn't
end up opening gifts until afterwards. The blinking lights on the tree, which
had been off all day until now had
Tinks
in a tizzy.
When giftwrap paper was discarded she was in dog heaven. I just shook my head
my kid was not too bright.

Vicki oohed and ached over her gifts, she got
some kind of fancy ass watch from mom, a date just, whatever the fuck that is.
It was pretty though, had some sort of flowers and shit made out of diamonds on
the gold strap.

Dad gave her a new
Birkin
bag, correction, mom got her a bag and stuck dad's name on it. I'm sure my old
man didn't know the first thing about these things.

"Lame dad, you know mom
totally picked that stuff." I teased him out of earshot of the others.

"Dude I totally chose those out of a
magazine, I even chose the colors, each of the girls got one this year."

"What, bargain basement shopping, two for
one?"

"You're an idiot."

"Takes one old man."

"Natalia, your son is picking on me
again."

"Roman leave your dad alone, you know how
he gets at Xmas, he's worst than a toddler. And Thaddeus please stop
whining."

"Hey, he started it." My dad is a
real tool.

I was enjoying the easiness
of the day. For the first time in what felt like months I could relax, I didn't
feel the need to be on alert. My girl was happy as fuck and she hadn't even
gotten all my gifts yet. I think she thought
Tinks
was her only gift this year.

The women raked it in this year like they did
every year. Dad and I got mom and Petra tennis bracelets from Cartier with
dinner rings, whatever the fuck that meant. The sales lady told us that they
matched or some such shit.

Dad got new equipment for his home-clinic as we
liked to call it. It was his own personal lab, which he'd set up for us to do
research. Mom said we could do it as long as we didn't burn her house down.

I got a new Land Rover to go with my Ducati and
Aston, sweet.

After things quieted down and
my new offspring had tired
herself
out we headed back
upstairs.

"Here Roman, these are for you." She
was always shy when giving me gifts because she thought they weren't as
extravagant as the ones my family gave. I've tried explaining to her that
that's just the way we are, we see something, we like it we get it. With the
kind of money we had floating around we could have Xmas everyday and still not
run through it all.

I opened my gifts all excited
and shit, because what she failed to understand was that when it came from her
it really was the thought that count for me. She got me some new kickass Ray
Bans and a new Mariners hat, white with tiny blue stripes, sweet.

"Hey this is great baby
thank you, I love them." She blushed and hung her head.

"Now you."

"What? I thought
Tinks
was my gift." Yeah like I'd give my girl a dog for Xmas and nothing else.

"Come ‘ere and open these." I had
three boxes for her.

"These two are for everyday wear nothing
too extravagant I promise, you can wear it to school and shit. " She
opened the first box and went goo
goo
over the silver
Tiffany toggle necklace, that's what it was called I think. In the other box
was the matching bracelet.
 
She put them
on right away. I don't know how well they would go with her new Rolex, freaking
mom had to show me up.

The last box held her set
from Cartier, a tennis bracelet just like mom and Petra’s. Only her diamonds
were in the shape of flowers, her dinner ring too was one big flower shaped
entirely out of diamonds and the necklace to match.

"Oh Roman these are amazing, thank
you."

"Why the fuck are you
crying?" I pulled her onto my lap rocking her back and forth. She sniffled
into my neck. I hated to fucking see her cry. I don't care if they were happy
tears or not, I didn't trust that shit, I hated tears on her face. I tapped her
ass gently.

" Cut it out sweet cheeks. Go clean your
face we have to go take that plate to the station for your dad."

"Okay, be right back." She kissed me,
well pecked was more like it before scurrying off to the bathroom.

We left the dog with mom and
Petra and headed out in my new jeep. I think this is what I'd get her to drive,
a matching one. His and Hers and maybe with some custom plates, sweet.

When we got to the station I
almost lost my shit. What the fuck was he doing here? Couldn't I just enjoy one
day without this motherfucker fucking it up? Vicki tensed like a springboard
next to me and didn't move to get out of the car.

"Let's go." I got out and walked
around to her side to let her out. She had her head down like she was hiding or
some shit.

"Head up Victoria-Lynn." I ordered
her, just like that my good mood was erased all the laughter and fun of the day
was just sucked right out of me.

I kept my hand on her elbow
as we headed up the stairs. The dog pulled away from the side of the building
and made as if to approach her. I kept my mouth shut long enough to see what
she would do.

"Vicki. Vicki." He called her name
but she kept looking ahead not acknowledging his presence. Okay so far do
good
. Then the
asswad
reached out
as if to touch her and I really lost it.

My fist was in his face
before I knew I was going to do it. I didn't just stop there either I just kept
pounding away on his fucking head. There was a ringing in my ears and a veil
over my eyes. I didn't see or hear shit, just felt. I think Vicki was screaming
for me to stop but I can't be sure.

Next thing I knew the sheriff
and one of his deputies were there holding us apart. I guess the mutt had
gotten in a few because my ribs hurt, but I'm declaring myself the winner
because his shit was kinds a fucked up.

"What the hell is going
on out here?" I ignored the Sheriff and focused on the douche. "Don't
put your fucking hands on her again, next time you won't get off so lucky. Here
you go sheriff." I took the package mom had packed from Vicki's hands that
were shaking like fuck and gave it to him before turning and walking away.

"Vicki?" Her father
called out to her.

"It's okay dad, I'll see
you at home later."

No she won't. It was going to
take a lot to calm me the fuck down, and I knew no better place to work off
this energy than between her legs.

ROMAN

I was fucking fuming on the way
home. Rationally I knew this wasn't really her fault, but a part of me still
fucking blamed her. I told her in the beginning; I fucking told her that guy
was after more than friendship, but did she listen? Fuck no. Now I had to deal
with this shit.

I pulled off onto a dirt road
about ten minutes from home. I didn't even turn off the jeep, just jumped out,
opened her door, pulled her the fuck out and pushed her against the hood face
down. I fought with the zipper on her jeans until I got them opened, I pulled
them down to her knees and pushed them the rest of the way with my foot.

I didn't take my pants off,
just opened up, took my dick out and went to work. She was barely ready for me.
I hadn't taken the time to prep her, but by stroke three she was with me. I
grunted like a fucking beast as I pounded out my frustration on her pussy. One
hand held her head down while the other used her hip to pull her back and
forth, she was keening and trying to climb the hood but she wasn't getting
away.

"Stay right the fuck
there." I growled at her ass. I knew I was hurting her I wanted to fucking
hurt her. It's her fault I was feeling this way, she could
fucking
deal.

"Please Roman I'm sorry,
please."

"Shut, The Fuck, Up." I kept pounding
away, my thrusts racing against the anger in my head and the pain in my heart.
I came so fucking hard I went blind. I didn't give a fuck if she came or not, I
was back to being mad as fuck.

Don't fucking judge me. You try dealing with
this fuckery. One day you're happy as fuck, all's right in your world and then
you come upon your significant other in a clinch with someone else, out in the
open no less for the whole fucking world to see.

"Stop crying Vicki, you know I didn't
really fucking hurt you, I've fucked you harder than that on a good day."

"Yes but you weren't using it as
punishment then." She wiped her face.

"What the fuck do you expect? If you
hadn't encouraged this shit he wouldn't think it's okay to put his fucking
hands on you in front of me."

"I didn't..."

"Yes you fucking did." I yelled at
her as I fixed my clothes, and she was slowly putting her clothes back in
order.

"Every time I told you about that guy you
played me with that friends bullshit. I'm a guy I know the fucking signs,
you're supposed to be my fucking woman, but when it came to your relationship
with him I had no say, you called the shots and look where that got us. Now you
want me to go back to that? Fuck that, I'm through being your fucking
chump."

"You're not..."

"Shut the fuck up. You
know that's exactly what you took me for. That's why you strung me along for
two fucking months while you ran around with him while freezing me the fuck
out. I'm not your bitch Victoria-Lynn and no one fucks me if there's any
fucking to be done I'll do the fucking. Now get in the fucking car." She
had the good sense to shut the hell up and get in the car.

"Do you want me to take you home or are
you coming home with me?"

"Home with you."

"Good, and none of that sulking shit, I
told you how it was gonna be deal with it."

"But Roman you can't keep getting this
angry about the same thing all the time. When are you gonna get over it? Am I
gonna pay for one stupid mistake for the rest of my life?"

"Did you just tell me to
get over it?"

"No, I asked how long before you get over
it? That's not the same thing."

"Well Victoria-Lynn you might not have to
pay for it for the rest of your life, but you will pay for it for as long as it
takes me to get over the sight of YOU FUCKING KISSING HIM WITH HIS HANDS ON
YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS."

I think she got the picture now.