"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
Chapter 15. Part 2.
When he got to the hotel, he turned off the car and looked at me.
— Well, what will surprise my baby today?
"You'll see soon enough.
I barely touched my lips to his, and we got out of the car.
Climbing up to the last floor of the hotel, went to the luxury room where everything was decorated with a bunch of balls, and in the centre stood a table covered with all sorts of culinary delights and a bottle of expensive wine.
"Oh, I didn't expect —" Roger stopped in the doorway in surprise — " no girl has ever prepared such a surprise for me."
- I'm glad that at least in this I first-I smiled — sit down, now bring a gift.
Blond sat down on chair and all also viewed number, in anticipation of my gift to commemorate.
"They're not car keys," I chuckled, " but I hope you appreciate them."
I held out a gift-wrapped, newly painted painting.
"Can I open it?" the guy looked at me, slightly narrowed eyes.
"Of course it belongs to you now.
Roger began to tear open the package, and as soon as the portrait was fully in front of the drummer's eyes, he froze.
"Eve, is that me?" You commissioned my portrait?
"Of course you are!" I laughed.
My heart was racing. I was afraid this gift would be too modest.
- It's the best I've ever had! I'm so well depicted here! "Oh!" the boy exclaimed, touching the canvas gently with his thin fingers.
I exhaled. Thank God I pleased him.
"Thank you, love," the drummer said modestly, and blew me a kiss.
After a quick bite, we sat on the balcony, arms around each other, looking up at the night sky.
"You know, Eva, I never thought I could love anyone so much. I mean, I've had a lot of girls, but none of them are worthy of you.
I buried my face in the thick stripes of the guy, and inhaled his scent, sometimes fidgeting.
— You the best, that happened in my life, seriously, — again spoke blond, issuing tobacco smoke in air, - I so love you.
"And I love you, Roger," I said, pulling myself out of Taylor's hair and staring into his eyes. I have something else for you. But first, you have to wait a bit.
"Wow —" he said, smiling. Then I'll lie down and wait in bed, " Roger said, apparently understanding.
As soon as I got up from my seat, the drummer hit me lightly on the buttock, causing me to flinch a little.
I almost ran into the bathroom and put on my newly purchased turquoise lace underwear. I let my hair down and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
"It's now or never," I said to myself, and walked slowly out of the bathroom.
Roger lay on the bed, his head thrown back, staring at the ceiling. I coughed a little to get the guy's attention.
Lifting his head, the blond man rolled his eyes. His jaw went on a long, long journey across America, for he did not think he would see me like this.
The guy covered the distance between us in a split second, and now stood a few inches away from me, batting his eyelashes quickly.
Roger began to cover my neck with wet kisses, pulling me closer to him.
I mumbled something incomprehensible and ran my hands through his thick hair, pulling a little, and then clung to the lips of the guy.
Grabbing me in his arms, Roger quickly reached the bed and laid me down.
All this time I held the guy's hair, sometimes fingering them, breathing loudly.
Sex I have not was enough long, so we enjoyed each other until morning, sometimes above on a smoke break.
The next day I woke up late in the afternoon. All body ached from-for physical burden, which was at night. I couldn't help but smile, remembering everything we'd done.
Roger slept peacefully, occasionally twitching his nose.
I threw on my drummer's shirt and went out on the balcony to take a drag on my nicotine.
I lit a cigarette and made the first thrust, staring into the distance, but a familiar voice called me:
"Good morning, darling."
I turned my head and saw Freddie on the next balcony, grinning from ear to ear.
Good morning, well yesterday you walked with the boys? Good night?
Oh, Yes! Can you believe John got so drunk we had to carry him? "I've never seen him like this before."
Suddenly Roger's arms came around me from behind and held me close. Guy kissed me in hair, and then turned to vocalist:
"Fred, you're yelling so loud, even I'm awake!" We've been up all night."
— It was as if we were asleep!" I only woke up about twenty minutes ago myself, " said Fred.
Brian's alive? Or like John did?
I decided to leave the guys, and I retired to the shower to cheer up a bit.
A month later, the whole group, Rosalie and I were sitting in the Taylor mansion in London.
Roger's sister was beaming with happiness:
"Eve, I'm so glad you're back together." I never get tired of thanking you! she hugged me warmly.
After the American tour, me and the guys decided to do a mini vacation, so we flew to France for a little over two weeks. Most of the time, the boys went all out except Roger. We often walked around Paris, and sometimes late at night drove the barely alive guys to the houses they rented for such a short period.
— I am very glad, too, "I answered;" it will be different now." We have true love and no one and nothing will prevent it.
Suddenly my eyes went black, and my body literally stopped obeying. Rosalie, like a real doctor, saw that something was wrong with me, so she took me by the arm and led me to the bathroom.
After I threw up, I sat on the edge of the toilet, looking guiltily at Rosalie.
— Is there anything you want to tell me?"
— But I don't understand, this isn't the first time I've been through this, " I said.
"Eve, you're probably pregnant."...
Thank you for attention!
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