Chapter 190 Do Not Disturb Savannah I’ve always hated packing, so Roman doing it for our Italy trip feels like divine intervention. I swear someone up there took pity on me and sent me a man who’s good at literally everything I’m not. “You sure you’ve got everything you need?” Reese asks, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. I nod—even though we both know I wasn’t the one responsible for gathering anything. I’m already in the car with a bottle of water while Roman handles the luggage like the competent adult he is. Reese straightens when he sees me approaching. I stop right in front of him. “I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with the tests,” I say softly. “That was very kind of you. So… thank you, Reese.” “Make me two sandwiches and we’re even,” he replies, pretending to be serious. I smile and give him a quick hug. He goes completely still, shocked, and before he can react, I rise on my toes and peck him on the cheek.He freezes. His whole body goes stiff. Then his eyes lift immediately—over my head—toward Roman. I follow his gaze out of curiosity. Roman isn’t even looking at us. He’s closing the trunk, phone balanced between his shoulder and cheek while talking to someone. I laugh at Reese’s discomfort. “Relax. You look like you’re about to be executed. There's nothing wrong.” Everything between him, Roman, and Dahlia left him so unsure of where he stands. He's being extra careful around me and I think it's because he doesn't want history to repeat itself. But Roman genuinely doesn’t seem to care, or even notice. Reese clears his throat and steps away from the wall. “Have a safe trip, you two. Bring me back something good.” His ears and cheeks are turning red. Reese is blushing. “You sure you don’t need extra hands? I’m useful, you know,” Lizzie says, sulking dramatically in her nightgown. I laugh. “No, Lizzie. We’re going. You stay with Reese.” Ever since she heard we were going to Capri to find Chloe, Zane, and whatever Lydia turns out to be, she’s been campaigning to tag along. When she steps into view, she and Reese share a quick, heated look. She instantly glances away and he stylishly disappears into the house. Okay… what did I just witness? Did they already do the deed? Once he’s gone, I whisper, “What was that? And be honest… has he seen the light at the end of the tunnel?” She physically cringes. “Oh my God, no. Not yet. And why are you using mom phrases now? Stop.” I’m still laughing when Roman’s arm slides around my waist. His scent hits me instantly—clean, warm, unfairly sexy—and I melt back against his chest, almost moaning on the spot. “We’re all set,” he murmurs. “Ready to go, my love?” My hormones practically somersault. “Yes.” He pats Lizzie’s shoulder. “Don’t burn down the house. And… be safe.” I jab him with my elbow the second the words leave his mouth. Lizzie frowns. “Um… okay? Have a safe trip. Call me when you land, Sav.”“I will,” I promise. Roman leads me down the stairs and into the Ferrari, settling me into the passenger seat. As the door shuts, I spot Reese drifting back toward Lizzie. They actually look ridiculously good together. “They’d make a cute couple,” I say as Roman slides behind the wheel. He gives a brief glance. “Fire on fire. A match made in heaven.” I swatted his knee. “You nearly blew your cover earlier. ‘Be safe’? You sounded like her dad.” “I should sound like her dad.” He smirks, eyes dropping to my stomach. “I am a dad.” We both burst out laughing as he started the engine. “You’re unbelievable, Roman.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The private jet’s sleek black fuselage gleamed under the dim hangar lights as Roman and I approached, the low hum of the engines already thrumming in anticipation. The sky was almost midnight blue as it was still quite early in the morning. “I've never flown private before.” I blurted out. He shrugged casually. “You've never flown with me.” The air smelled of polished leather and expensive cologne, the kind of scent that clung to Roman like a second skin. He adjusted the cuffs of his white shirt, his jaw tight. I, ever observant, caught the tension in his shoulders as we climbed the stairs. Inside, the cabin was a study in opulence—deep mahogany paneling, buttery soft leather seats, and the faintest glow of ambient lighting casting everything in a warm, intimate hue. The moment the door sealed shut, the engines roared to life, the vibration humming through the floor, a steady pulse that seemed to sync with the restless energy coming from him. Even after take-off, he still seemed nervous. “Are you okay?” I asked him. He looked at me, contemplating. Then he shook his head. “No. I'm a little worried. What if it's a trap? Or you know, one elaborate scheme by your evil half-sister or her crackhead boyfriend to hurt you? You're pregnant.” I laughed. “You've seen too many bad movies, Roman.” He gives me a look. “It's not funny. I'm being serious here.” I looked around, a mischievous plot coming together in my head as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “I can help you relax. Take that weight off your chest.” His eyes meet mine, understanding immediately. “Sav…” I leaned in and whispered. “Get rid of the crew. Tell them to give us privacy. I want you all to myself.” His eyes darkened. “There's a bedroom back there, we can—” I shake my head. “No. I want you here. Let me give you the ride of your life.” As if compelled, he did exactly that. He called a member of the crew. “We need privacy. Do not disturb.” The hostess' expression didn't change. She just nodded and spoke to another hostess standing not too far from her in whispers. Then, she and the second hostess walked towards the cockpit and gave us a polite smile and a nod before closing the velvet curtain to give us privacy. “Call if you need anything, sir.” The hostess said politely. “We won't need anything for the next hour.”