The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) (5 page)

R
oman awakens
on Tuesday’s couch in her loft. He’s bruised, sore, but okay as far as he can tell.

H
e panics
for a moment as he has no idea where he is or how he got there.

T
uesday glides
into the room with a fluffy robe on and animal-print slippers.

“
H
ow do you feel
,” she says as she hands him a cup of coffee.

R
oman ignores
the coffee gesture and rises from the couch.

“
C
areful
, you’re nursing a hangover,” she lies to calm him.

R
oman cradles
his head with both hands and sits back down on the couch.

T
uesday sits
down next to him. Her robe opens up to reveal her luscious thick thighs. She quickly closes it. She needs to stay focused if she’s going to convince Roman that tonight never happened.

“
Y
ou did
a bit too much celebrating tonight. I’m surprised you drank as much as you did.”

“
W
hat
?” Roman says in a state of confusion.

T
uesday realizes
that his life may depend on him forgetting everything he saw tonight, so she continues the charade.

“
I
was leaving
when I saw you in your car, hungover. I couldn’t leave you like that, so I had some stranger walking by, help me get you into my car. My doorman helped bring you up. You don’t remember anything?”

R
oman studies
Tuesday’s face for any hint that what she’s telling him isn’t the truth. As a fighter, you have to trust your gut, trust your instincts and most importantly, believe your inner voice.

H
is inner voice
tells him that what he saw was real. Something that he can’t explain was in that forest; translucent beings fucking Tuesday.

R
oman jumps
on top of Tuesday which knocks over the coffee table and sends her java mug crashing to the ground. He straddles her and locks her arms over her head in one swift movement.

H
e understands
his strengths and takes great care not to hurt or harm Tuesday. But he has to know the truth.

“
W
hat are you doing
?” Tuesday yells out as she struggles to pull her wrists away from his tight grip. As she wrestles to break free, her robe loosens, and her breasts bounce out. They are a glorious site. Her swollen nipples protrude and beg to be sucked.

W
ith one hand
in the lock position holding her wrists above her head, Roman rips the belt from her robe.

H
e can’t help
but admire her curvaceous hips and tiny waist. How he wants to run his finger down from her cleavage, over her soft stomach and down between her legs.

R
oman transfixes
on her leopard panties as she twists to get away. They are low-cut with pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.

R
oman gets
a hard on and wants nothing more than to rip those panties off and consume her. He can imagine his mouth all over her body. He wants to raise her hips and throw her legs over his shoulders so that her pussy is wide enough for him to eat her alive. He imagines her shrieking with pleasure as his tongue delves deeper inside her cultivated, pink garden.

R
oman gets
in-between her limbs and spreads her legs. He holds her legs open with his powerful thighs.

S
he is
no match for him. She is at his mercy.

R
oman bends
her legs further and widens them to survey her inner thighs. He inspects for bruises and redness; any indication that she’s had rough sex tonight.

H
e leans
in and presses his nose up against her crotch and inhales. He runs his nose along the length of the elastic of her panties; on all three sides once, twice, and a third time.

H
is nose
accidentally slips under one side of the elastic and rests in the valley between her leg and hip. That is precisely where Roman lives. He’s used to licking and nibbling on this exact location.

H
is highly developed
sense of smell sends his hormones into overdrive as he inhales her sweet, creamy scent.

T
uesday thrusts
her hips and squirms to try and escape, but she only manages to accidentally roll her panties down below her ass.

H
er bush
and vagina are fully exposed and are damp from the struggle. The crotch of her panties is wet to the touch.

S
he doesn’t know
what to do. Is he going to force himself on her?

R
oman continues
to hold her wrists together, and with the other hand flips her over onto her stomach in one quick movement.

H
er panties are
below her ass, “Please, don’t” Tuesday halfheartedly pleads.

R
oman rubs
the crotch of her panties between his thumb and index finger. Once his fingers are saturated, he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them dry.

T
asting
her juices second hand is better than nothing at all.

T
uesday twists
and turns as Roman moves in-between her legs once again thereby spreading her legs as far as they can go.

T
he way
she arches her back, he has a full view of her vagina and anus.

R
oman parts
her cheeks with his fingers. He runs his fingers down her crack until he reaches her anus. He opens up her anus to look for any broken blood vessels. He has to take a closer look. He leans in with his lips and tongue just an eighth of an inch away.

H
e hovers near her anus
. Would it be so wrong if he were to stick his tongue inside her tight ass? Would she howl with pleasure as he licked up and down her crack and settled in her anus?

N
o
, he could not do this, though that was his strongest urge at the moment.

H
e doesn’t see
any indication of being finger-fucked, so he forces himself to move on.

T
uesday is
quiet as no one has ever inspected her before. She fights back the urge to let him know that she wants him now, that his brutal touch has awakened senses that were long dead.

H
ow she wants
him to lick and suck her anus before he reaches between her legs to scratch at her vagina. She wants his bruised hand to squeeze and flick her labia, to part her pink lips and finger fuck her into submission as he tongue-fucks her ear.

H
ow she envisioned
him unzipping his pants and releasing his cock, robust and wet. She wanted him to position her hips in such a way that he could enter her vagina from behind. She wanted to feel his rock hard cock force find it’s way inside her.

B
ut she remained silent
, as she knew she was still another’s, and he was a jealous being.

R
oman brushes
his hand up against her bush as he raises her panties back up; first one hip. In doing so, his hand also skims her labia. He lingers there for a split second as Tuesday tingles from the touch.

H
is bulge demands satisfaction
, yet his plan is not to have sex tonight; and especially with a woman who doesn’t want him.

R
oman doesn’t smell
or detect the presence of other men, so he is satisfied.

H
e releases
Tuesday’s wrists as she sits up and pulls the other side of her panties up. She’s kind of angry with him and decides to take a swing. She wants to knock his lights out for taking absolute control of her body. But he catches her hand in his fist and interrupts her before she makes contact with his face.

“
N
o one has come
close to landing one on the face of The Pretty,” Roman says, referring to himself in the third person, “And no one will.”

S
he jumps
off the couch and yanks her robe shut. She doesn’t understand what just happened. She should be scared shitless of Roman, but she’s not.

“
W
hat the hell
is wrong with you?” she said, coming to her senses and pissed as hell.

“
I
had
to see for myself. It had to be done.”

“
S
ee what exactly for yourself
?” jackass.

“
I
apologize
. I had to follow my gut. This is the first time that it’s proved me wrong,” Roman says as he rises from the couch and walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window to take in a breathtaking skyline view.

“
H
ow many floors
up are we?” Roman asks as Tuesday stands nearby with tightly folded arms.

“
W
hat have you decided
?” she asks.

R
oman turns
in Tuesday’s direction, “It was an insane, mind-bending dream.”

T
uesday asks
a follow-up question without looking at him, “What was the dream about?”

A
s if she
didn’t know. She knew exactly what it was about. However, now, she’s confident that she’s convinced him that it was truly a dream.

S
he’s
sorry as hell that he was there. But if he had only minded his own god-damn business, this would have never happened.

F
or this secret
of Tuesdays’ must remain one. She would give anything if she could share her secret. But she can’t. And she can’t run away from it either.

H
er former lover
, Christopher, was now a Force. She lost him in a car accident after an elderly man who should not have been driving, ran a red light.

T
uesday prayed
to God and said she would do anything to have him back with her.

H
er prayers were answered
, yet he was not in the form she expected. He was a force, mighty and invisible. And he is not willing to let her go; even in death.

H
is gluttonous sexual
appetite has not wavered. And he takes Tuesday on a regular basis.

B
ut he’s given
her an out by granting her one wish. She has held onto that wish, careful only to use it in the perfect situation.

O
f course
she could wish that he would just go away and never return. But he still has a hold on her; though his grip is slipping as the weeks go by.

N
o
, no matter how much she wants to tell Roman everything, she can’t. He wouldn’t understand. The news would also put him back in a direct path with a jealous force that will stop at nothing to keep Tuesday in his arms.

T
uesday does have a plan
, however. She can’t be the only woman in this situation. And for the last couple of months, she’s been searching for groups of women like herself. She may have found someone… someone who can rid her of Christopher and his partners.

T
uesday tracks
Roman with her eyes as he moves away from the window.

R
oman is not
one to shy away from anything. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he felt embarrassment. He didn’t want to share this living daydream, or dark as hell nightmare with Tuesday.

H
ow could
he tell her what he thought he saw? She would probably have him committed. So he just buries it deep inside.

R
oman reaches
for his jacket and walks out the front door. Tuesday follows behind him and shuts the door and locks it.

I
t’s Saturday morning
, and it’s the one day that Roman takes off from his intense training.

H
e didn’t sleep well
last night as visions of Tuesday and strange beings planted themselves in his subconscious. Sure, what she said could explain it all. And the fact that he held Tuesday down and inhaled every part of her, only solidifies her story.

B
ut what if
what he saw, was real? What if there are things in this world that can’t be explained? The more he thinks about this, the most confused he becomes. So for now, he’s going to have to let it go. He’s got something far more important to do today.

R
oman enters
a Boys and Girls Club where a bunch of nine and ten-year-olds race over to him to be the first to spar with him.

I
t’s
a privilege to be picked as the first by, The Pretty. To these kids, he is a God. He’s someone to look up to, someone to emulate. Most of these kids have no fathers and starve for male guidance.

R
oman sees
himself in their eyes. He’s no Saint, yet he has a soft spot for kids who were around his age when his life went all to hell.

O
ne night sticks
out vividly for Roman; a night he has not shared with anyone, not even the Police or Social Workers. Why would he? They couldn’t stop abuse and were barely around to check on him as he was passed from one foster home to another.

B
ut none
of those homes could match the terror he survived living with his own mother.

H
e was eleven
. It was him and his mom; whenever she was around. Gladys was her name. An ugly name for an even uglier woman.

A
n endless parade
of men would frequent her bed from sun up to sun down. They each paid twenty dollars to have their way with her. Roman slept in a closet to get away from the sex sounds that made him physically ill.

T
he apartment had
a thick stench of cigarettes and urine. Mold lined the kitchen and bathroom walls. Dirty dishes were piled up not only in the kitchen, but living room and bedroom as well.

I
t was
Roman’s job to collect the cigarette butts and empty beer cans. He recycled those cans every five days so that he could have change for food. Other times, he would simply steal food to survive.

H
e was
one of those kids everyone knew as poor. The would make fun of him every chance they got. But Roman didn’t care as having a guaranteed meal was more important than his pride.

E
ven though he
lived in filth, Roman always wore clean clothes to school. A kindly neighbor, Mrs. Lopez, would do his laundry and keep his clean clothes at her home. He would leave his apartment, then shower and get dressed at hers. This arrangement lasted for several years before the Department of Children Services took him from the home.

D
uring one of
his mother’s meth binges, she accepted twenty dollars for a stranger to have his way with Roman. She called him into the room. In between snorts of cocaine and injections of meth, she explained that this is the way it has to be and that all kids have to do this if they love their mother.

R
oman has been abused before
, but not in this fashion. He has suffered gashes to his lower back, a fractured shinbone, a ripped ear, blackened fingers, and toes, as well as teeth being knocked out.

S
till
, something told Roman that this was not right, yet he felt powerless to do anything about it. Through all her faults, he still loved his mother, as she was the only family he had. He rationalized that she knew what was best, and this is how she took care of him.

W
hen her John arrived
, Gladys snatched the twenty dollars and left the apartment without even looking back. Roman hid in the closet, his safe place from all the craziness. However, there was no lock on the door, so the John quickly found him and pulled him out.

T
he John explained
to him that he was taking good care of him and that it would feel good.

T
he John pulled
down Roman’s pants and stared at his member with a sparkle in his eyes. He asked Roman to turn around. Roman stood there, stoic, tears running down his face.

T
hat didn’t matter
to the John. He unzipped his own pants and spun Roman around so that his back was to the John. He used his enormous hands to bend Roman over at the waist. He massaged Roman’s cheeks before he reached between his legs and grabbed his small penis and testicles.

R
oman screamed
in fear as The John shrieked for him to shut up.

B
ut Roman refused
to be quiet and, in fact, broke away. He ran into the kitchen as the John took his time following him.

R
oman frantically rummaged
through a drawer until he found what he was looking for. The John wrapped his arms around Roman’s waist as Roman swung a meat tenderizer at the John’s head. He hit him with such force that an imprint of the tenderizer was left on his forehead.

T
he John staggered back
as he cursed Roman out. Roman’s next instinct was to run, but he felt empowered by what he had just done.

R
oman charged
the John and knocked him to the ground. The John fell flat on his back. Roman raised the meat tenderizer above his head and came down hard on his skull; right between the eyes.

T
he John twitched
as Roman raised his arm again and again and pulverized the John’s face.

T
he John’s
face was a bloody, pulpy mess. Roman climbed off of the John and just stared at him while his own breathing staggered between short quick breaths and long inhales.

R
oman wanted
him dead and had hoped he had accomplished that.

T
he John’s
left leg twitched as Roman walked over to the sink and rinsed the blood and hair from the meat tenderizer.

H
e felt no remorse
, no pain, no fear.

H
e then gathered
his clothes and walked out the door. He knocked on Mrs. Lopez’s door. She swung the door open with gaiety, but then quickly shook in horror at the sight of Roman splattered in blood.

T
hat was
the last time he stepped foot in that apartment, and the last time he saw his mother.