Chapter 26 Our Little Secret “Nice show you put on, Sav.” Dean clapped. “That was so fucking sexy.” “Sorry, we almost forgot you were still here.” I replied. Roman’s jaw clenched. His hands tightening by my sides. “Go get changed, I'll find the hostess to pick up the costume.” I nodded. Got off him and followed his lead as he led me to the changing room from earlier—but not before catching Dean's eyes, winking at me while gulping down the contents of his cup. Roman was breathing hard. Not from exertion. But from restraint. His hands were still on my waist, fingers twitching against my skin like they were begging for permission. I could still feel the ridges of his abs pressing into me with every grind. Still feel the ache of his arousal throbbing between us with every thrust. Jesus, Savannah. What is wrong with you?“Wait for me, love. I'll be right back.” Roman’s voice was still hoarse. I nodded. With one last look at me, he left, closing the door behind him. The dressing room was a decadent fantasy of velvet walls, gold mirrors, and perfume thick in the air just like the room itself. The heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I walked in, still high from the performance, my blood humming with adrenaline. My body needed Roman. My mind told me to run away. I unhooked the red lace bra underneath slowly, tugging at the satin straps and tossing it onto the vanity stool. My body was still slick with sweat, my skin flushed from the heat of the spotlight. My faux latex bombshell dress hung on the rack. Just as I reached for it, the door creaked open. I figured it'd be Roman, so I spoke without turning. “Did you find her?” Another voice replied. A voice that didn't belong to Roman. “Fucking hell, I did.” The soft click of the dressing room door echoed louder than it should have. I spun around immediately, recognising that voice. Dean. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, eyes red with drink and lust. He leaned against the frame, one hand still on the door handle like he was trying to be casual, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. His gaze dropped—scanning my barely dressed body as I stood in nothing but heels and a garter. The rest of the lace outfit discarded on the chair behind me. "Fuck," he exhaled, eyes dragging over my bare shoulders and breasts like he’d been starving. “You really outdid yourself back there. That was damn hot.” I reached for the dress without looking at him. “Get out.” He leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, the other swirling a half-empty glass of scotch. He stepped in instead, shutting the door behind him. “You were so unreal out there,” he drawled, voice thick with intoxication and want. “Watching you grind on Roman like that… fuck, Savannah.”I folded my arms over my chest. “Get out.” “I’m just here to talk,” he slurred. “You don’t gotta get all uptight. I mean… shit, Savannah. Look at you. I love how you're not bothering to cover up knowing that I've seen it all.” “And I'd give an arm and a leg to erase that.” He laughed. “That's why I love the past. You can't erase it. Just like you can't erase the fact that I know what you look like when you want it badly.” I turned to him, clutching the dress to my chest. “Leave. Now!” He took a slow step toward me. Then another. “You don’t have to pretend,” he said. “I saw the way you danced. That wasn’t for Roman. That was for all of us. For me.” I flinched. “Dean, I’m warning you—” He set his drink down and moved closer. I took a step back. “You’re drunk. Get out, Dean.” “I’m not that drunk.” His smile curved into something sinister. “You always had something wild underneath. Always looked like you needed someone who could actually handle you.” I scoffed, “And you think that's you?” He tilted his head to the side. “Come to think of it, you weren't that hot and eager with me. I deserve restitution, Sav.” I reached for the zipper of my latex dress, trying to get back into it—but he was already moving. “You don’t need to put that back on,” he said, voice lower now. “I’ll be quick. Just bend over for me right here—” his fingers brushed the vanity, “—on the counter. Your fiancé doesn’t even have to know a thing. Chloe won't hear a whisper of this. It'll be our little secret.” My stomach twisted. He licked his lips and stepped closer, eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. “Sav, just half an hour. That’s all I need. Hell, I’ll pay you. Ten grand. Cash. Right now. You don’t even have to kiss me—just let me fuck you. Raw as usual. I know you want to. Just one last time before my wedding. For old time's sake, Sav. I'll make it worth your while, I promise.” Crack. My hand collided with his face before I could process the fury. I slapped him. Hard. The sound echoed in the room. His head whipped to the side.Then he laughed. “You liked it rough, right? Always did.” I turned to grab something—anything—but he caught my wrist and slammed it against the vanity. “You think you’re better than me? Just ‘cause you got him wrapped around your finger?” His breath was hot and sour. “You were always the tease. I know you’ve wanted this.” “Let go of me!” My heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to claw out. I could taste bile in my throat. My hands shook, sweat slicking my palm against the cold vanity. He shoved me against the wall, my back hitting the mirror with a dull thud. I gasped. Then the door slammed open. Roman. He walked in like a goddamn storm, shoulders tense, jaw locked, eyes murderous. “Take. Your fucking. Hands off her.” He growled. Dean staggered back like he’d been shot.“Roman—wait, man—” Roman didn’t wait. He crossed the space between them and grabbed Dean by the collar, shoving him back so hard he crashed into the vanity, eyes blazing in fury. Dean coughed, stumbling over himself as he tried to straighten up. “I didn’t touch her, man. She—she was half naked—what was I supposed to think? She clearly wanted me to fuck her.” Roman didn’t even respond. He walked up and punched him straight in the face. Dean stumbled backward, crashed into the chair, and landed on the floor with a grunt. Blood spilled from his nose. Roman had his fist ready to punch Dean again when I intervened. “Roman, no…” He stopped. Then slowly turned around. His face was a mix of surprise and shock. I shook my head. Dean's not worth it. We stood there, staring at each other like nothing else existed. He was the first to break eye contact. He marched to Dean, bent to his level and whispered in a voice so chilling I questioned if this was the same man I knew. “If I see you anywhere near her again, I’ll bury you.” And somehow, that didn’t sound like a threat. It sounded like a promise…