Lilac's Lies

18

"And before you say anything, I know, you don't think I know you." Roman finished, obviously seeing the look in my eyes.

"You don't. You don't know anything about me or my relationship." I scoffed at him, hoping he didn't see the lie in my eyes.

"You're not hard to read, Lilac." Roman told me, and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Who says I want you to read me?" I asked him, tilting my head at him. And even though I couldn't deny the fact that my body was begging me to stop playing games with him, I was telling the truth. I didn't want Roman to read me at all. The book of Lilac is nothing but lies. Nothing but lies, secrets and deadly mistakes.

Roman's grin returned to his mouth, and his eyes moved from my face. They slowly inched down my body again, just like he did in the warehouse. I didn't look away from him, feeling that flutter erupt in my stomach again.

"I think your body is saying that you want me to read you," Roman said, and he raised his hand, two of his fingers outstretched. He landed those two fingers on my knee, slowly dragging them up my leg. I had to fight the chill that threatened to shake me. I watched his fingers move upwards, closer and closer to my hip, before I grabbed them.

"You're despicable." I spat at him, tossing his hand away from me. "You know that right? You know I have a boyfriend, yet you keep hitting on me."

Roman chuckled, interlocking his hands together and placing them behind his head. "Despicable? Wow, low blow, Lilac."

"I regret ever telling you to call me that." I muttered. "But, yes, despicable."

"I don't think I'm despicable. I just know what I want, and I won't let a guy who wears polo shirts stop me from attempting to get it." Roman said, and the weight of his words nestled into my chest.

"And what is it that you want?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice even.

Roman peered down at me, his ridiculously long eyelashes framing those sickeningly blue eyes. "I think you know what I want."

His boldness stunned me into silence. I felt my mouth open, and then close again. I had nothing to say to that, because I was afraid that if I didn't stop myself, I might say what I really want to say. What I really want to say, is exactly what Roman wants to hear.

"Home sweet home." Samuel's voice interrupted our now tension filled silence. Roman and I were staring at each other, like we were both trying to figure the other one out.

I turned my head, expecting to see a house in the suburbs, in the same part of town as Clara and Jesse, perhaps. I was stunned though, by the fact that we had driven into the city. I was looking up at large skyscraper, the lights of the buildings surrounding it reflecting off the black glass windows. It seemed to be made of those windows, and nothing but.

Samuel drove the car into the underground parking garage, pulling into a spot that was surrounded by fancy cars that looked just like the one we were in. I had to fight against my imposter syndrome, because it's clear as day that I don't belong in places like this. I wondered if everyone else could tell that I didn't belong here, and I never would.

"Who lives here?" Clara asked as we all climbed out of the car. Her voice vibrated against our concrete surroundings, causing a slight echo of her words.

"Roman." Samuel answered, as he led us towards an elevator.

"Hmm." I hummed out at the information. I guess I had assumed wrong, in pegging Roman as just another rich boy from the suburbs. Though, these were incredibly expensive apartments, so I wasn't all wrong.