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  Dangerously In Love

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  ROMAN

  Hi I'm Roman Blair I'm a twenty-year old college student. My girl Vicki's in her last year of high school, she and I have been going strong for a year and a half or so, ever since we first met.

  I met her one day while out and about in our small hometown of Goldlake Oregon. Let's just say she captivated me from the start. I saw her from afar and was hooked. Something about her just screamed ‘that’s all you bro’.

  So I became her stalker, well not exactly but it was close, wherever Vicki was, I was sure to be. If she was going to be at the local diner hanging out with friends I would find myself in a booth not too far from theirs. If she and some of the girls were going into Northwick I was right behind them.

  How did I know so much about Vicki's goings and comings? Easy. Vicki and my little sister Petra were BFFs or whatever the hell girls were calling themselves these days. Anyhow it was summer break and I was hot on Vicki's trail, I clocked her every move before I finally made mine. She gave me a run for my money but in the end that shit was no match for a Blair male on the hunt.

  Needless to say I won the girl, now the only fly in my ointment was Timothy Crafton, Vicki's supposed childhood friend. I hated that fucking guy from day one. He was way too territorial when it came to my girl. Like the first time she introduced us and he kept crowding her, talking about shit that I had no idea about to keep me out of the conversation. My girl wasn't down with that shit though, so she made sure I was included. That's the only reason that douche still had all his molars.

  We dated heavily for three months before my girl let me make love to her completely. My baby was a virgin, she wasn't about to give it up to just anyone and I respected that. Besides she was only sixteen and a half at the time and I was nineteen. Before you cry statutory rape, the age of consent here is sixteen. I'm not that kind of guy. Besides she knew she was on lockdown from the get. I’d let her know in no uncertain terms that she now belonged to me. So whether I took her virginity now or later it was all good. The shit was mine.

  Obviously this isn't about how we met and fell in love we're way past that, this is about where we're at after the kiss. Let me explain.

  Something happened about six months ago. Vicki and I broke up for two months. Here's how it happened, Vicki got all twisted out of shape about this crazy chick named Megan. Megan and I met at a party. I of course had no interest, but this chick was obsessed or some shit. She started following me all around campus, somehow getting ahold of my number and texting or calling at all hours. I tried to put her off without hurting her feelings too much but nothing worked.

  Of course as these things go she texted me some X rated shit one weekend when I was home from school. It was one of those long holiday weekends, and since I was addicted to my girl I made sure to be home as often as possible. Being away from her was fucking torture, but dad said I had to stick to my Ivy League school that was a million miles away.

  Needless to say I got my girl setup with some Apple products, so we could do FaceTime, Skype, whatever it took so we could be together. It was hard but we managed. We'd committed to each other.

  Now back to the infamous text, since Vicki and I had no secrets from each other she and I were in and out of each other's phones all the time. Then that Fatal Attraction bitch fucked my shit up. Needless to say Vicki was not amused to hear how much throat action Miss. Bennett could give a certain appendage on my anatomy. No matter what I said she wouldn't believe me, she convinced herself that I was away at school fucking anything in a skirt. So she broke up with me, almost fucking killed me.

  Apparently while we were on our hiatus the douche saw this as his opportunity to move in on my territory. What he didn't understand and what I knew wholeheartedly was Vicki and I are meant to be. It was one of those love of a lifetime things with us. Although it was killing me to be apart from her, I still kept tabs on her through Petra, who was only too happy to help her brother out. She's a romantic at heart.

  So while I'm giving my girl time to cool the fuck down and get her head out of her ass, this piece of shit decides to move in on my shit. Lucky for him she rebuffed him or I would've thrown his ass off a cliff.

  By the time summer break rolled around again she had come to her fucking senses and we were back on track. Now a little less than six months later this shit happens. What happened?

  I'll tell you. I was on my way to my girl and happened to see her old beat up truck parked outside Goldlake diner. It was winter break and I was home a few days early.

  When I pulled into the parking lot she was coming out, but she was not alone. That fuckwad was there. I couldn't make out what he was saying to her but it was obvious they were arguing. I was about to get out and go to her when that asshole put his hands on her. I saw fucking red, but what really did it is when the red haze cleared and I was halfway out of my car; she was kissing him back. How do I know? She had her fucking arms around his neck.

  I couldn't think of anything else to do but blow the horn. When she realized it was me she looked like her life was about to end. Me, I just stared at her in disbelief. I don't think I had any feeling in my body for a good two minutes. And what was that fucking douche doing? He was smirking at me, the fuck.

  Chapter 2

  ROMAN

  Needless to say after that debacle I burned rubber out of the lot with Vicki running behind my car. I couldn't even look at her right now. How the fuck could she? I seriously had to pull over and puke my guts out on the side of the road.

  Now I'm the first to admit I'm not the most rational of human beings and I don't forgive worth a fuck. What this meant for us was anybody's guess. Right now I couldn’t think worth shit; my mind was in a haze and I think my heart had stopped because I couldn’t feel it. There was a ringing in my ears and I wanted to pass the fuck out. I barely made it to my family’s estate without crashing out.

  Vicki caught up with me at the end of my driveway. I slammed on the brakes and jumped out to confront her. I didn't want to take this shit to my house where my whole family was sure to be in attendance. Too many fucking questions.

  "GET!THE FUCK!OUT OF HERE." I was fucking seething.

  “Roman it's not what you think." She backed away from my anger her face red from crying.

  "Not what I think, it's not about thinking Vicki, it's what the fuck I saw. You disgust me stay the fuck away from me and my family. Go fuck your friend for all I care." I spat at her, literally in her fucking face. That's how fucking mad I was, me, Roman Blair, the guy who opened doors and pulled out chairs.

  I turned and headed back to my car. I didn't give a fuck about her tears or her pleadings. I drove away hoping she heeded my warning because if
she followed me I was afraid of what I'd do. I wouldn't be able to control my anger for much longer.

  For the first time in my life I wanted to hit a fucking woman. I seriously wanted to slap the fuck out of her then go find that asshole and gut that fucking dog. Now I know you’re probably wondering ‘well why didn’t you fuck them both up then and there?’ That’s easy, couldn’t think straight for shit. That shit shocked my system or some fuck. If you knew what this girl meant to me you’d understand but I can’t even put that shit into words. Seeing that shit literally pierced my fucking heart, so right about now I’m a wounded fucking animal. A wounded animal doesn’t fight he heals first and then comes back for the motherfucker he’s marked for death. Besides it was her ass I hated at the moment, I give a fuck about him.

  I slammed through the door, not stopping to greet anyone. I heard my mom calling for me but I ignored her and kept going. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I was so fucking mad I thought I might do serious harm to the next person to get in my face.

  I'd changed my whole fucking life around for her and she did this shit to me. I was on the fast track to becoming a doctor before I was twenty-two. Yeah I forgot to mention I'm some kind of prodigy, the only reason I wasn't a doctor as yet was because I wanted to become a specialist. That obviously takes more time. Fuck I care.

  I could've done my residency at any one of the major hospitals in the country, but in order to be close to her while she finished her schooling I'd chosen the local hospital.

  They were only too happy to have me. The grant monies they'd receive because of my tenure there would keep them up and running for a long time to come. Everything was perfect. I had our lives all mapped out and was doing everything I could to make sure she stayed happy.

  Now this shit! How the fuck am I going to stay in the same town as her now? Fucking sap.

  I really fell for her act too. All innocent and sweet, I wonder how long she'd been fucking him behind my back? Don’t think about that shit or you’ll really fucking lose it. I tried to shut it down, to get away from the buzzing in my head and the fucking pain in my heart. I refuse to fucking cry and I fought every instinct to go on the hunt. I’d always thought that if I saw another man touching what’s mine I’d kill him dead. The thing is I’m not mad at him I’m fucking pissed at her though.

  Vicki must've texted and called me fifty times in the last half hour. I deleted the text and ignored all her fucking calls. As far as I’m concerned she could go fuck herself.

  I had my iPod in my ears listening to some hardcore rap, which usually soothed me, and I needed some major motherfucking soothing right about now.

  Petra barged into my room unannounced.

  "What the fuck Petra?"

  "Roman you're being stupid." My little pixie of a sister did not seem too happy. I was sure her pal had called her and given her version of events, too bad she was full of fucking shit.

  "What the fuck are you talking about?" As if I didn't fucking know.

  "You know Vicki would never do what you're thinking."

  "Get the fuck out of my room. Some sister you are."

  "Roman listen to me before you throw away the best thing that's ever happened to you."

  "What the fuck is there to say? I saw them with my own two eyes, the best thing that's ever happened to me apparently is a two bit skanky whore."

  "She was only trying to prove a point Roman."

  "Yeah, what point is that, that she's a two timing slut? They've probably been laughing at me behind my back all this fucking time." I knew talking about this shit was going to make me feel violent. Petra needed to back the fuck off before she got the backlash.

  "Oh Roman, she made a stupid mistake, her heart was in the right place, she just used poor judgment that's all." She was starting to cry, and though I usually couldn't stand to see the women in my life cry, I couldn't find it in me to give two fucks. Shit...I wanted to mother-fucking cry.

  "Why don't you take some time to calm down and then let her explain? "

  "Get the fuck out. NOW Petra. " She huffed out of the room. Was she mental, did she not know me at all? I saw what I saw. No amount of talking was going to change that. Shit I didn't want to know why the fuck she did it, there's no fucking excuse.

  I hate a fucking cheat.

  Chapter 3

  ROMAN

  For two whole weeks I stayed away. I went to Portland to spend some time with friends and just try to chill the fuck out. There might've been some drinking involved so the fuck what, who gives a shit?

  I turned off my phone my second day there. Between whoriana and my sis that shit kept ringing off the hook. I don't know why the fuck they couldn't leave me in peace, couldn't they understand I was done?

  I'm not the guy you do that shit to, not, at, all. Just saying.

  The weekend I returned home one of my boys was having a party. I usually didn't have much interest in that shit but what the hell! I'm a free agent I can do what the fuck I want. The real reason I stayed away from these things was because of Vicki. She wasn't allowed at parties where there was going to be booze and drinking. With her father being the sheriff she tended to be a stickler for the rules, so out of respect for her I steered clear as well. Too bad she wasn't a stickler for other things.

  The party was in full swing when I finally arrived. There were half naked bodies everywhere. Couples were hooked up in every available corner, some were getting hot and heavy on the couch.

  I saw Petra for a fleeting moment but thought nothing of it. Her and Damien had been circling each other for the past few months so there was no surprise at seeing her here.

  That annoying ass Tiffany Sawyer was here as well. Between her and Megan I don't know who was worst. She'd been stalking my ass for two fucking years; even when I was with Vicki she’d been relentless.

  I said hi to a few people but didn't stay in one place for too long. I headed out back to grab another beer with Tiffany trailing behind me with her annoying ass voice grating on my nerves. She kind of cornered me. I was about to blast her until I saw Vicki standing in the doorway. Without giving much thought to what I was doing I grabbed Tiffany and kissed the fuck outta her. That shit was nasty as hell and it left me cold.

  I heard Vicki gasp my name and felt a moment of guilt before I squelched that shit. I was a free agent; she made that choice when she let that fucker put his hands on her.

  Tiffany heard her and turned to her with a smug smile on her face. Okay honestly, that shit pissed me the fuck off. Vicki turned to flee her shoulders slumped. I saw the glistening of tears in her eyes and felt like shit.

  Why the fuck should I feel guilty? We weren't together anymore, when she did that shit we were in a committed relationship, where was her guilt then?

  "I never knew what you saw in her mousy ass anyway. I'm way more woman than she'll ever be." Tiffany piped in.”

  I was about to school her rancid ass but since she said that shit loud enough for the mouse in question to hear I never got the chance.

  Vicki turned around and punched the fuck outta Tiffany knocking her out cold. Get the fuck out. Layla Fucking Ali.

  Chapter 4

  ROMAN

  Obviously things got a little hectic after the title round bout. I needed to wake the screeching owl and Vicki was looking like she'd had an outer body experience. It was my natural inclination to go to her and comfort her, but nah, wasn't happening. I clearly saw the irony in the situation though.

  By this time a crowd was gathering so I sat Tiffany up and got her back on her feet. She was a bit groggy not knowing where she was at first, but I was sure it'll come to her eventually. I'll wait and see what play she was going to make. As much as I detested my ex I didn't want anyone else fucking with her.

  Surprisingly she didn't make too much of a stink, just a few choice words for Vicki, a threat here and there and then she flounced out when she realized the kiss was just a one off and I wasn't harboring any deep seated love for her.

  I
bailed after that, having lost all interest. I didn't want to be where she was, still too soon. She made moves like she wanted to say something but I rebuffed her. I'm sure all who hadn't known that we were over before that night now knew.

  The holidays were here, two days away. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion and I was gonna do my best to make it so. Mom had me running around doing errands, which was fine by me since I needed to keep myself busy. Less time to think.

  I had a fuck load of presents I had bought for little Lolita before she fucked me over. They were gonna stay in the bottom of my closet collecting dust, I couldn't bring myself to give them to anyone else. Besides you don't just throw around Tiffany's and Cartier, especially when you put a lot of thought into it for a specific person.

  On my way back from one of my many errands I happened to pass the infamous diner. I had avoided this place like the plague for the last couple of weeks and believe me. That's not so easy to do in a small town.

  I don't know what the fuck made me look but I did. I saw her beat up piece of shit truck parked outside, and wonder of wonders the dog's bike was there.

  Something inside me snapped, my vision blurred and my head swam. I was out of my car before I knew what the fuck I was doing. I entered the diner, looking around for her. She was sitting at a booth in the back, luckily for her she wasn't touching that motherfucker.

  I walked over to her, not even acknowledging his ass. I pulled her out of the seat before she even knew I was there.

  "Hey." The asshole started to get out of his seat.

  "Don't even think about it fucker." If he wanted to jump off I was all for it. I've been taking Krav Maga since I was twelve I would fuck a motherfucker up, seriously. He got away once not this time, this time my anger was a little more contained, which meant I was more of a danger to both their asses.

  "Timothy it's okay." She held her hand up placating him while I dragged her out of there.