Brianna knew this was wrong. It wasn’t fair to either of them – neither to Ethan nor to Roman – and yet, she just couldn’t stop herself from doing the same thing over and over again. Whenever Ethan and she had a fight – which happened pretty frequently these days – she’d always find herself at Roman’s place sooner rather than later. It was almost like her feet discovered their own mind and led her there without her realizing what she was doing. Despite knowing how unfair and wrong it was, she wouldn’t complain about that, though. The dark haired one always managed to forget about the ugly fight sometimes a few hours, sometimes mere minutes ago. Managed to make her feel good, attractive, desired, loved. They did their best to avoid talking about feelings altogether and instead pretended like this was just a fun affair, nothing you needed to worry about becoming anything serious. It was probably the smartest thing to do because in their case, emotions and feelings would only complicate (and potentially ruin) the one great thing she had going on in her love life at the moment.
She’d just gotten into an argument with Ethan again. This time over how she didn’t want to come to his stupid fancy dinner for work to which he only wanted to take her so that he could show her off. Only the memory of how he naively argued ‘but is that really so bad babe?’ was enough to piss her off again. She knew she was a few years younger than him and his colleagues, she knew she was pretty but was that really all she had to offer? Being a trophy wife (or rather trophy girlfriend)? She thought she was much than that. After all, her looks hadn’t gotten her into med school on a scholarship. But he didn’t seem to see it that way. Maybe she’d be less angry about the whole thing if he actually took her to other events where there was no CEO to impress, but just a few co-workers hanging out. But no, when he went to these events, she’d have to stay back. ‘You’d only get bored anyway’, he liked to say. And why couldn’t she decide that for herself?
Thank God for Roman, though, he at least never made her feel like a dumb doll. So once both of them had stormed out of the room, Brianna had done the best thing she could do to make her feel better in this situation: drive to Roman’s place. When she rang the doorbell she realized that at least sending him a message asking if he had time for her, would be the last thing she could have done to not make it look like she expected him to be at her beck and call. Well, now it was kind of too late, she figured and so she just rang the doorbell. “Hey, is this a bad time?”, she asked him when the door opened, lips curled into a soft smile, “I probably should have texted or called before.”
starter for @lustbcy based on this.
