On the drive home, Roman turns the music down and asks her about her past, his voice curious. "You know, I've noticed sometimes you have a bit of an accent when you speak," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Alyzs smiled, her eyes distant as she thought of home. "I grew up in Saint Lucia," she said softly. "It's been over a decade since I've been back."

Roman's expression grew thoughtful. "Saint Lucia," he murmured, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. "It's beautiful there."

"It is," Alyzs agreed, her voice filled with longing. "But I had to leave. My family didn't understand my dreams, my need to be in fashion."

"They'll understand when they see how successful you've become," he said, his eyes never leaving the road. "You're going to take the industry by storm."

Alyzs's eyes filled with tears at his words, and her heart swelled with emotion. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible," for believing in me."

"Always," he said, his voice firm. "Now, let's get home. I want to take you somewhere."

Her curiosity piqued, she turned to him, her eyes wide. "Where?" He flashed her a wicked smile. "You'll see."

When they arrived at the penthouse, Alyzs's mind was racing with possibilities. She slipped off her work clothes and into something more comfortable—a simple white t-shirt, yoga pants, and teddy bear slippers that Liyah brought her. She knew Roman liked to unwind with a good meal after a long day, so she surprised him with a home-cooked feast.

In the kitchen, she moved with the grace of a dancer, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the sizzling steak on the stove. She cooked the porterhouse steaks perfectly, a crusty sear on the outside giving way to a tender, juicy interior. She paired them with a loaded baked potato, the butter and sour cream melting into the fluffy insides and a side of crisp asparagus spears.

Roman emerged from his study, his tie loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. He looked up from his paperwork as the scent of the meal reached him, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Alyzs in the kitchen. "What's all this?" he asked, his voice filled with surprise.

"Dinner," she said, her smile mischievous. "I figured you'd need some sustenance after the day we've had."

He stepped closer, his hand finding her waist. "You never cease to amaze me," he murmured, his eyes raking over her. "And what's the occasion?"

"Just because," she said, her voice light. "Now sit down; I'll bring it to you."

He obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers as she served him the steak and potato. His look was one of pure contentment as he took his first bite, the flavors exploding on his tongue. "This is incredible," he said, his eyes closing in pleasure.

Alyzs watched him eat, a sense of satisfaction filling her. She craved the little things, the moments of domestic bliss with him. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and his hand reached for hers without thought.

As he finished his meal, he leaned back in his chair, gazing at her. Her eyes shone. "Roman," she whispered, moving to stand between his legs. "You're everything I ever dreamed of."

He reached up and caressed her hips. "And you're everything I never knew I needed," he said, his voice gruff with emotion.

With that, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom, her movements filled with quiet confidence. She turned on the dimmer, the soft glow of the lights casting shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of fresh linen filled the air, with a hint of his cologne lingering in the room.

Alyzs turned to him, her eyes on his as she began to undress him. Her hands were gentle, almost reverent, as she unbuttoned his shirt, her fingertips tracing the lines of his chest. She slid the shirt off his broad shoulders, her gaze lingering on the tattoos that marked his skin. "Ready for your massage, sir?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

Roman's eyes darkened with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "More than ready," he murmured, his voice thick.

She led him to the bed, the fabric of her tee shirt whispering against her skin as she moved. He sat down, his eyes never leaving hers as she removed his shoes and socks, her touch tender. "Lie down," she instructed, her voice firm but gentle.

He did as he was told, his body stretching out on the crisp, white sheets. She straddled his back, her legs on either side of his hips. Her hands were warm and strong as they began to work the tension from his muscles, her movements deliberate and calculated.

He groaned, his eyes closing as she worked her magic. The tension in his shoulders melted away, and the knots in his back unraveled. Her touch was like a balm, soothing the turmoil in his soul.

As she worked her way down his spine, her hands grew bolder, her nails grazing his flesh just enough to make him gasp. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Is this what you wanted?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call.

He nodded, unable to speak. The power dynamics in their relationship had shifted again, but he liked how she took charge.

Her hands moved lower, her fingertips tracing the waistband of his pants. "Should I take these off?" she asked, her voice a tease.

He nodded again, his breath coming in short pants. She undid the button, sliding the zipper down with an agonizing slowness. His pants fell away, and his boxer briefs followed shortly after.

Her hands continued their dance, moving down to the globes of his ass. She squeezed, her nails digging in slightly, and he couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. "Alyzs," he groaned, his hips arching up off the bed.

Her laugh was low and throaty, sending shivers down his spine. "Just relax," she murmured, her hands moving to his thighs, her thumbs pressing into the tense muscles. She moved lower and rubbed firmly along the entire length of his calves, slowly with the pads of her thumbs. "mm ..mm.. mm." With a long sigh, he muffled into the pillows. Alyzs oiled her hands again and massaged his feet, paying extra attention to the balls of his feet and then his arches. Gently pulling his toes one by one. "Roman, are you snoring?" Alyzs broke out into a fit of giggles. Roman's head perked up, with a sleepy grin on his face.

He lay there, breath steady, his body relaxed and warm. She was in control, and he had never felt more pampered.

When she finished, he rolled over, his eyes finding hers. "Thank you," he said, his voice hoarse.

Her smile was soft as she leaned down to kiss him. "Anything for you," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Roman's eyes closed, his body trembling with anticipation. This was new territory for them, a line they had never crossed before. But at that moment, he knew that he trusted her completely.

Alyzs slid off the bed, her movements fluid and graceful. She walked over to her bag, her hips swaying with each step. She flipped open the top, her hand reaching for something.

He watched as she removed the object, his eyes widening as he recognized it. It was a luxurious, high-quality vibrator, the kind that cost a small fortune. She turned back to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ready?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as she approached the bed. She nudged his legs apart and settled comfortably, sitting on her knees between them. She took his length in her hand, her thumb circling the tip; his dick grew and hardened in her hand; she positioned the vibrator at the base, and his dick twitched. It was mouth-watering

The moment the vibrations hit him, Roman's body arched off the bed, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. It was unlike anything he had ever felt; the combination of her touch and the toy's power sent him spiraling.

Her hand moved in time with the vibrations, her grip firm as she stroked him from base to tip. She leaned over and took him entirely into her mouth, coating his entire shaft with the wetness of her soft mouth. She watched his face, her eyes dark with desire as he lost control. He could feel the climax building, his body tightening; she continued to stroke him.

"Alyzs," he gasped, his voice strained. "I'm going to..." Shhh," she said; she set the vibrator to the lowest setting and spread his legs wider.. "don't panic, ok," she warned him. She circled the vibrator behind his balls, on that area between his balls and ass hole, applying a bit of pressure as she slurped and sucked on his dick.

Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue flicking and teasing as she worked him over. The vibrations from the toy against his sensitive skin were driving him wild, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil in his belly that threatened to explode at any moment. "yes baby, give it to me," she purred. Roman gave in and relaxed his spread legs and thrust against her mouth, really getting into it. His loud moans were delicious, and she loved every second of it.

Alyzs could feel the change in his breathing, the tension in his body as he approached climax. She circled the toy in a slow, deliberate motion, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. Roman's hips bucked, his grip on the sheets tightening as he tried to hold on. "I'm going to come," he gritted, his voice strained.

Her eyes never left his as she increased the speed of the vibrator, switching the circle counterclockwise, her mouth moving faster and faster. He was so close, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold back. And then, with a hard guttural groan, "fuuck," he came, his release hot and thick in her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes on his, the power of the moment a heady aphrodisiac. His dick jerked relentlessly as he released spurts of his warm release into her mouth. He fisted Alyzs's hair, holding her head in place; as he thrust into her mouth, Alyzs relaxed her jaw, allowing him to push his dick head deep into her throat and swallow every drop.

Roman's body went limp, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure. "Alyzs," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "That was... fucking incredible." "I have never come that hard," he said breathlessly

She leaned down, her smile wicked as she licked her lips. "Glad you enjoyed it, sir," she said, her voice a purr.

Roman's chest was still heaving as he looked up at her, his eyes filled with wonder. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she set the vibrator aside, her hand still wrapped around his semi-flaccid length. "I aim to please," she said, her voice light.

He reached up, his hand cupping her cheek. "You do," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "More than I could have ever imagined."

The silence between them was charged with emotion, the weight of their unspoken words hanging in the air. For a moment, it was as if the outside world didn't exist, as if they were the only two people in the universe.

Roman reached out, his hands sliding up her sides as he gently undressed her, his movements deliberate and respectful. Each piece of clothing fell away, revealing the soft curves of her body and the smoothness of her skin. She trembled under his touch, her eyes never leaving his. When she was naked, he pulled the covers over them, his body spooning hers from behind. He whispered the words she had longed to hear, his breath warm against her ear. "I love you, Alyzs," he murmured, his voice filled with a raw emotion that made her heart race." awe, my baby, I love you too," Roman snuggled into her tightly and sighed a long sigh. It took no time for him to fall asleep, the stress of the day finally giving way to the comfort of her embrace.

For a while, Alyzs lay there, listening to the faint sound of his snoring, feeling his warmth against her back. But soon, the comfort of his penthouse couldn't shake her longing for her own space, her bed. She eased out of his grasp.

Quietly, she gathered her clothes and slipped into the living room. The penthouse was vast and cold without him, and the echo of her footsteps on the marble floor made her feel small and insignificant. She found her phone and called for a taxi, her hand shaking slightly. She knew he would be confused when he woke, but she needed this. She needed to be alone, to think about the future they were hurtling towards.

The taxi ride to her apartment was a blur of neon lights and the hum of the city. She stepped out into the crisp night air, the stark contrast of her simple building a stark reminder of the world she was leaving behind. Inside, the scent of her home washed over her, a mix of vanilla candles and the faint smell of her favorite perfume. It was a comfort she hadn't realized she missed, a reminder of who she was before Roman swept her off her feet.

Her bed was a heavenly oasis, and the cool sheets and familiar pillows were a comfort she hadn't appreciated until now. She slipped beneath the covers, her thoughts racing. Moving in with Roman was a dream come true, but was it too much too soon? Would she lose herself in the grandeur of his world?

The silence of her apartment was deafening, and the absence of his snoring was a stark reminder of the choice she had made. But as she lay there, her mind racing with doubt and fear, she knew she had to face her truth. She missed the simplicity of her life, the independence she had fought so hard to maintain. And as she felt herself drifting off to sleep," Most high thank you for your mercy and protection. Please guide me as you see fit, amen." She made a silent promise to herself. She would never let anyone, not even the man she loved, take that away from her.

The following day, she woke up to the sound of her alarm, the quiet of her apartment a stark contrast to the bustle of the penthouse. She stretched, her body aching slightly from the unfamiliar mattress. But it was a good ache, a reminder of the life she had built for herself before Roman.

The sun began rising, casting a soft glow over her modest living room. She padded over to the kitchen, the floor cold beneath her feet. As she made herself a cup of tea, she thought about the conversation they needed to have. They had to find a balance, a way to be together without losing themselves in the process.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of her phone, a text from Roman. "Where are you?" it read, his concern palpable even through the screen. She took a deep breath, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. "I'm at my place," she replied, her heart racing. "I missed my bed wink."

The response was almost instant. "Fine," he wrote. We can talk about it later, love, ok?" "Meet me at the Lux Hotel at 9:30. A car will pick you up; look the part." "Ok, love, I will see you there."

Alyzs heart raced as she stared at the text. The Lux Hotel epitomizes sophistication, where the fashion elite held their most secretive and exclusive meetings. She knew this was a test, a chance to prove herself to Roman and to the world that had so often underestimated her.

Her gaze fell on her chosen dress, one of her original designs. It was a stunning piece: a bright white satin dress with jet-black pinstripes and an impeccably tailored black blazer with silver piping that screamed confidence and creativity. The fabric was silky, hugging her curves, the neckline plunging, just enough to raise eyebrows, teetering on mystery and scandalous. She paired it with the python Birkin laptop bag and black Louboutin red bottom heels Roman had given her for Christmas, the luxurious accessories feeling like a second skin.

Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had come so far from her humble beginnings in Saint Lucia, from the girl who had to fight for every opportunity to the woman who was about to walk into the lion's den of the fashion world. She took a deep breath, her hand smoothing over the dress's fabric. "You got this," she murmured to herself, her voice firm, fingerpicking her curly afro, Sliding on a pair of oversized python CAZAL frames. A couple of sprays of Tom Ford's Soleil Blanc, Alyzs, was out of the door.