From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 187

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 187**

Roman shifted uneasily in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him as he attempted to find a comfortable position. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding mine like I was a storm cloud ready to unleash rain. “I need a new pair anyway,” he muttered under his breath, but it was clear he was trying to fill the silence rather than engage in the escalating tension.

Penny, however, paid him no mind. Her focus was elsewhere, her lips curling into a smirk that danced on the edge of mockery. She was the picture of nonchalance, her eyes trained anywhere but on me. “Penny, it’s alright. Let Sav handle this. I’ll—” she began, tossing the stained wipes onto the desk with a careless flick of her wrist, rising to her full height as if she were a queen surveying her court.

“Of course. Let’s go,” she said to Roman, dismissing me as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture in the room. She tilted her head toward the spare room, her voice dripping with condescension. “I’ll call your secretary and inform her.”

Her utter disregard for my presence ignited a spark of fury within me. Something snapped, a thread of restraint unraveling. “Are you dumb?” I shot back, my voice trembling with barely contained rage. “Or is this some kind of ploy to rile me up?”

The atmosphere shifted abruptly, the air growing thick with tension. For a heartbeat, the room fell silent. Roman leaned back, massaging his temples as if he were trying to ease a headache he had anticipated all along. Penny’s mouth dropped open, her expression one of exaggerated offense.

Then, she laughed—a sharp, incredulous sound that sliced through the stillness. “You’re kidding, right? You’re seriously acting like some jealous—”

“Please, leave,” I interrupted, my voice firm, cutting through her laughter like a knife.

Her mirth evaporated, leaving confusion in its wake. “What?”

“You heard me. Get. Out.”

Roman straightened in his seat, his brow furrowing in concern. “Sav—”

“No,” I interjected, raising a hand to silence him, my gaze locked onto Penny’s. “She doesn’t belong here. Not like this. Not after that.”

Penny’s face twisted in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re pathetic.” My voice quivered, but I didn’t care. “Throwing yourself at someone else’s fiancé? Wiping his lap like you’re auditioning for a porno? Do you have any shame?”

Roman groaned, his frustration palpable. “Savannah—”

“No, Roman,” I snapped again, my eyes never leaving Penny. “Don’t defend her.”

She gathered her bag with a leisurely grace, a smirk still playing on her lips. “You’re insane. Both of you.” She strode toward the door, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, each step a punctuation mark in our heated exchange. At the threshold, she spun around, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “Don’t come crying to me when you realize what kind of mess you’re stuck with.”

With that, she was gone. The door slammed shut with such force that the frame rattled, echoing the finality of her departure.

I stood there, chest heaving, my hands trembling from the adrenaline surging through my veins. Roman leaned back in his chair, exhaling heavily, as if he had been holding his breath for an eternity. “Sav…”

I pivoted sharply to face him. “Don’t you ‘Sav’ me. You just sat there. You let her put her hands on you like I wasn’t right here.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration etched across his features. “I told her to stop.”

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