Rude Jerk

"Thomson, is it?" Roman asked the phone.
My eyes widened. "You rude jerk."
I strode over to his side, determined to get my phone back. He side stepped me, and quickly got behind me. One arm snaked around my neck, forcing me against his chest. His other hand held my hands bound together. He straddled the phone between his chin and shoulder blade.
I struggled against him. It didn't even look like he was making an effort to keep me in place.
"Well, hello Thomson, this is your Alpha, Roman Reeves."
Thomas must've told Roman his name and yet Roman didn't stop being a jerk. He wasn't even trying to be polite. He used his cutting, cold tone with Thomas.
"I'm sorry but it seems you've been misled." He spoke through clenched teeth. "I'm sorry to be the one to mess with your expectations. But to the best of my knowledge, Nuru, can't and won't be able to entertain this ridiculous idea of the two of you dating."
I could feel the fury trickle my veins. I squirmed further against the prison his arms formed around me.
He groaned. And leaned into me to hiss in my ear, "Stop that if you don't want me to fuck you right here, with Thomson listening."
I froze and my stomach twisted with a hot surge. "Let me go."
"Sorry, Thomson, you can't speak to her but I could give her a message if you will." He sounded mad.
There was a short pause.
"I'll let her know," Roman snarled.
Another pause.
"I'd advice you look for a girl in your league," Roman told the phone. "Nuru is not available, to you or anybody else."
Tears of anger spilled down my face.
"Alright, Thomson." He was still angry. "I'm sorry again."
He was cradling the phone with his shoulder blade and chin. He released and threw it against the wall in anger.
I stared at him in shock. "That's my phone."
He closed his eyes and let out a huge sigh. When he opened them, he stared at my face with a odd emotion.
I huffed, realizing that the apology I was hoping for wouldn't be ushered. We scowled each other for a long moment.
"You do realize we are still naked, don't you?" he asked. It looked like he was trying very hard to sound indifferent but I could tell he was still angry.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You're always angry at me," he continued. "I'm sorry about your phone. I'll replace it first thing tomorrow."
I ignored him.
He stared down in my eyes, I was still crying, and cursed, sadness touching his icy blue.
"I'm really sorry," he said. "Sometimes, throwing things around is the only way I can control the anger without falling into violence. I'm sorry."
I glared at the walls and then turned for the door.
He gripped my wrist.
"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.
I scrubbed the tears with the back of my hand.
"Don't go," he said, jaw locked. "If you leave I might not be strong enough to stay here and not to try to find Thomson."
I took a breath — ignoring the smile that tried to form on my face — and tried to control myself. As horrific as they were; the words were beautiful to me.
Of course I was having a bit of difficulty looking away from his face.
"Stay," he said again, urgent now.
I hesitated where I stood. I was afraid the strong electric shock between his body and mine might be too much for me to handle. And if this bubble wasn't going to give me trouble, then, his body would.
"Please..." his voice dropped to a desperate plea. "I really don't want to hurt Thomson."
I blinked swiftly, shaking my head to clear it.
"Er...okay," I mumbled. My thoughts were incoherent.
He looked at me hesitantly for a second, trying to see if I'd make a run for the door. I half-smiled at him.
He sighed and strode to his enormous closet. He gave me clothes to sleep in and I quickly pulled them over my body.
He led me to the bed and my heart thudded louder than ever, the rhythm was a jumbled mess.
He ached an eyebrow.
"Just ignore it," I mumbled, embarrassed.
He slept as far away from me as the bed would allow. I lay facing the ceiling for half an hour. There was such a huge space between us, three more people would join us and there would still be more space.
I rolled my eyes and scooped closer to Roman until my chest was firmly pressed on his back.
He stiffened. I snaked my arm around his waist. The muscles on his stomach flexed. He let out a sigh. I hugged my arms together once they were secure around him.
"What are you doing?" His voice had a rough edge but I could detect the amusement in his undertone.
"Making sure you don't leave me," I blurted out unthinkingly.
He was so still that his breathing ceased.
I laughed but it sounded odd, as though I had sandpaper stuck in my throat. "I don't want you to kill Thomas, I'm making sure you stay where you should." I added for his benefit. No need to scare him.
"Move over, you're going to make me fall," he told me.
I rolled my eyes and moved to the middle of the bed. I refused to untangle my arms around him.
He sighed and turned to face me.
It was harder to sleep with his breath invading my senses. All of them.

The weekend flew by faster than I'd ever have imagined considering how bad things were at home. At school the next week I hung out with Kyle and his friends and like everyday, Harry walked Zoe and me to class. I felt like I had gotten to the point where I could call Zoe and Harry, Chad and Melissa, and Kyle my friends.
I hadn't planned on going to class that Monday but when I had gone down for coffee in the morning I'd realized how upset Roman really was with me. He'd avoided me the whole weekend and that morning he had completely ignored me. In those brief seconds the tension was so thick I could literally see it.
When I got to campus that morning, I couldn't see my unwelcome fans, it seemed Wyatt, Josh and their friends were finally off my back. It wasn't until I saw Josh and his friends in the hallway that I knew what was really going on.
Wyatt had a broken nose, Josh walked like his ribs hurt and another boy with greenish hair was limping. The second I saw them, Roman flashed up in my head and I instantly knew he was behind their injuries.