He doesn't owe me anything

"Perfect for you or perfect in general," Roman murmured, responding without hesitation, almost impatiently. His face was a mask of curiosity and I saw a odd emotion on his face. Desperation?
I couldn't fathom his interest in me. Couldn’t understand why he was so engrossed in our conversation. Why it seemed to matter to him what I thought.
"I still have to think this one through," I whispered, not able to face the truth just yet, my face reddened again. "Give me a month. I'm sure I'll have an answer for you."
"Okay," he agreed with reluctance.
I yawned, a result of tiredness and a mixture of the pills. "What do I have to do to get you to answer some of my questions?"
"Which are?"
"What kind of work do you do?" I looked at him meaningfully. "I know you're an Alpha but for what ever reason Anton has those million weapons, you're doing it too."
He deliberated, torn by an internal dilemma. His eyes locked with my dull green.
"Anything you say to me will stay between us." I reached out, between the short distance to run my hand on his cheek, surprisingly, he leaned into my touch.
"I work for a secret organisation."
"A secret organisation?"
He smiled warily. "Yes."
"Like the CIA?"
He clenched his teeth, sitting up straighter to better stare into my eyes. "Yes, exactly that."
"Are you like bond?"
He laughed and looked at me with a warm gaze. "Not in that distinction. But I am an agent, maybe with less cool gadgets."
I hesitated for a second when he pulled away from me. "Why does everyone seem to know you. Again, I know you're quite famous as is but you can't possibly tell me everyone is interested in art."
"I'm a very Influential businessman."
"What kind of businesses do you own?"
He sighed. "I don't really own them."
I yawned again. "That doesn't make any sense."
"That's because you're sleepy."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I'm gonna have to sleep, right?" I didn't want to be away from him, even in my sleep.
"I'm sure you'll feel much better when you wake up."
"Will you be here?" I asked in a whisper, willing the desperation out of my voice.
"Yes."
"What will you do while I sleep?" I could ask that, right? we were sharing a house after all. I just hoped the curiosity wasn't too apparent in my voice.
"I'll probably call a friend over for a beer or something?"
"Can I ask who?"
He clenched his teeth. "Anton or someone..."
"Hmm."
"Try to dream of me, that's not too much to ask is it?" Roman prodded very gently all around the outline of my injured eye. "The redness is fading away now," he muttered to himself.
I nodded helplessly.
"You'll see me when you wake up, now close your eyes," he said, kissing my forehead and then pulling a duvet on top of me.
His eyes were the last thing I saw before the world of unconsciousness took me over.
In the morning after doing the dishes, I made myself a cup of coffee and paddled down the hallway to Roman's bedroom.
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked angrily, glaring at Roman and his partner as they broke the kiss to look at me.
"Who's she?" The strawberry blond asked Roman. "Don't tell me you're married."
He seemed confused. "No Hailey I'm..."
"Hazel," she corrected. I saw Hazel's eyes flicker to me and then away to stare to Roman's perfection. Hazel smiled in satisfaction, in her eyes I was just too plain to be anything of interest to Roman.
"I'm sorry. Hazel, I'm not married, that's my sister."
"Your what?" I asked, outraged.
"My younger sister," Roman said with a grimace.
"Oh," Hazel said.
Roman looked at me. My face was hot with blood. The pain was worse than anything I'd felt before. The fury demanded to be free — in a physical outrage. Suddenly my hot cup of tea, I realized, would serve a much fulfilling purpose if I splashed it across Hazel's face. This raw emotion, so gripping, so unbelievably hateful, it was new to me. I'd never wanted to murder someone more than I did Hazel. My thoughts were violent. I closed my eyes, shaking my head, recoiling against the thought of Roman with another woman.
"I thought you were going to call Anton," I whispered darkly and then opened my eyes.
Roman cringed, his eyes fixed on my face. Whatever he saw there worried him. "...Or someone," he reminded me.
"How was your night?" I asked instead, ignoring Hazel.
"Fruitful."
"That's so vague."
"Are you going to come over tonight?" Hazel asked Roman, irritated. She stood with her back to me.
"No, I'll call you." Roman was still staring at me.
"Okay." Her expression was unreadable as her eyes flickered between Roman and me.
"Chat later." Roman's voice was dismissive.
"You don't even have my number." Hazel was as surprised as I was by this fact.
"Sorry." He flashed his gleaming smile, dazing us both momentarily and then pulled a pen and a piece of paper, and she smiled, writing her number down.
"Tell security to let you up later," he said. "I'll leave the lights out. Come in, will you?"
She nodded and slung the sling of her purse over her shoulder, the coy smile was still in place. But he still had his intense gaze on me.
"See you tonight, Trevor." She leaned in to kiss his lips but he swiftly shifted away, forcing her lips to kiss his cheek instead, she sighed, dissatisfied.
I watched Hazel leave.
"Why turn off the lights?" I asked, trying to control my anger.
"It's so much more fun," he said. "... not relying on your sight but on touch."
I nibbled at my bottom lip, measuring his expression. I wondered when it would be okay to start questioning him. I smiled up at him. "Go shower."
He stared at me, stunned. "Is that my shirt?
"No."
His eyes narrowed. "Yours?"
"Yes, actually, it's mine — now."
"Don't get used to stealing my clothes."
His faint smile was mocking; his eyes softened at my smile.
I rolled my eyes. And the second he disappeared into the bathroom, I quickly wrote my number in a piece of paper, and placed it in his drawer and saved Hazel's number on my phone.
I went to the kitchen, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Hazel,
I typed.
I'm sorry but let's rather not meet tonight. I have been fighting a terrible std. That's why I didn't rush into anything this morning. I'll talk to you again when I've taken a shot for BV.
I smiled.
Trevor
A few minutes later my screen lit up with a new text. It was Hazel.
No thanks. I'll pass.
I grinned and walked back to Roman's room.
"Nuru," he said. He was smiling. "You should listen in. I'm going to give her a earth shattering orgasm."
I gulped down the stabbing pain. Refusing to entertain the thought of Hazel's lips on his. It made me physically sick. "Yeah right."
His forehead creased. "Are you okay?"
I nodded stiffly.
"I will, I promise," he smirked. "And I won't even have sex with her."
I crossed the room and sat on the edge of his bed.
"What will you do then?"
"I'm going to eat her out."
Ew. I cringed. His words hurt. He didn't owe me anything. To him I was just some kid that he felt sorry for. I hated that. "Sounds gross."
"Quite the opposite actually."