Number7.1

Roman froze and so did Lorelei, he was fucking Stark naked in front of her and she wasn’t even reacting but just glancing at him from head to toe. Wasn’t his attractive enough? Did the scars made her get scared of him? He couldn’t help the thought running through his mind.
He would have cared less if they weren’t lots of scars on his body caused by Irene, thinking about her whipping him and he felt like strangling the bitch’s neck. She was the cause of all this and he would surely have his revenge on her.
Roman felt so insecure by Lorelei’s gaze and he immediately covered his body with a towel. This was the first time he felt so embarrassed and he couldn’t help but smack his forehead. The first time his mate was seeing his naked body and he was covered by scars that weren’t willing to go away anytime soon, he wished he could hit his head on the wall or disappear at the moment. He was having a mental battle with himself right now because of Lorelei’s gaze.
This subtle reaction made Lorelei smile, he was acting like a teenage boy whose crush walked in on him. His ears had turned red maybe due to being shy. She pretended that nothing happened and she hadn’t seen anything, she had noticed the slight frustration in his eyes and she couldn’t help staring because he was too cute and maybe her eyes had wandered to peek at his big …..
“Oh no Lorelei, you are turning to something else.!” She muttered under her breath and smacked her forehead with a smile.
Lorelei went to bed and still wore the smile. Roman wasn’t that bad, infact she could term him as one of the best and he was cute which was an additional bonus. He was mute but his behavior was very different from the rest of the warewolfs, who would never even want to get close to a dormant like her. But he- he was willing to stay with her even though she was dormant and also a mother and it was more than commendable. And for the second or maybe third, she wondered why she tried rejecting him.

After the weekend had passed with Roman living with Lorelei under the same roof. It was time for the weekdays were Lorelei had to work in the bar. Due to her accountability over the years, she was made the manager in charged of the bar. She had brought Roman along with her to the bar besides since she was the manager she could make Roman an employee again and that she would do.
“Are you sure it’s right to leave Alexander alone with the nanny?” Roman questioned Hazel using gesture language, they were both walking into the bar side by side after being dropped by the cab.
“Yes, she’s trustworthy I guess. She’s been taking care of Xander ever since he was born and I am well acquainted with her.” Lorelei replied.
“If you say so.” Gestured Roman to her and she smiled at him caring for her son
Though Lorelei really didn’t fancy the idea of keeping her son with a nanny but it wasn’t safe bringing him to the bar either because of the lowlife guests that usually visited. Lowlife guests like the stripper on the far end of the bar sending sultry glances at Roman who stepped in with her. Roman was a mouth watering hot piece of cake and she wouldn’t blame any ladies for turning wild and carnivorous on seeing him. I mean, he’s a walking seduction even she wasn’t left out. . . . The stripper called for Roman to come just as expected by her. he had always received such advances from ladies when he worked here before, so he was used to it and he could predict their next move just by glancing at them. Anytime the guest figured he was mute, they most likely tried to offer him a gifts to spend a night with them or force him. Some even went as far as wanting to do a quickie with him in the restroom, absurd right?.
He walked towards her with his prn and booklet to jot her orders.
“I want you to serve me the drink” the stripper said. Roman wanted to say he knew and that was why he was here but kept his cool. Her eyes didn’t stop ogling at him ever since he walked into the bar, and right now it had intensified in two folds because she was biting her lips seductivelyly. He would have reacted if he wasn’t acting mute at the moment, so he just nodded and went to bring her order for her.
He played the bottle of vodka on her table as requested, and was about moving when she unexpectedly grabbed his hands, halting his movement. He wanted to snap at her so bad but that would blow his cover, so he played along.
“Sit with me, pretty male.” The stripper ordered and winked. He shook his head negatively, declining her request or was it an order?
“I wonder why you are acting up, can’t you see I’m interested in you, speak up my pretty male.” She said making in her tiny girlish voice which he thought was oh -so- annoying. Plunging a sharp rod in his ears would be way better than listening to this crappy voice of hers.
“You can’t speak?.” She asked frustrated by his silence, and he nodded a yes to her question. The stupid stripper really took time in figuring that out.
“So you are mute and you think you could decline me, pleass just un- button your cloth let me have a taste of your sweet joystick right here, right now.” The stripper ordered forcefully, running her hands on his legs. He shifted away from her uncomfortably, how shameless of this stripper to really think he would agree even if she used force. Well she was a low minded and brain stripper, he really wasn’t expecting more than that.