From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 64

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 41: Submission?**

Roman had barely managed to excuse himself from Alyssa’s presence when I seized the moment, plastering the most artificial, tight-lipped smile I could muster. My fingers curled around his arm like a vice, and with a determined tug, I pulled him toward our room, moving swiftly enough that no one had a chance to register our departure.

Tonight was not a night for uncertainty. Not with Dean’s insufferable little secret ticking away in my pocket like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

As the door clicked shut behind us, the sound reverberated in my chest, a sharp reminder of the tension in the air. I turned to face him, my heart racing, ready to unleash the storm brewing inside me.

“What the hell, Roman?” I snapped, my voice laced with frustration.

He blinked at me, genuine confusion etched across his face as if he were a deer caught in headlights. “Okay… can I at least know what I did wrong before I get executed?” His tone was almost comical, but I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“Dean found your name on the VIP guest list for an escort service website.” The words hung in the air, heavy and accusatory.

That revelation struck him like a slap; his eyebrows shot up, barely lifting a millimeter but enough to show he was rattled. “How did he get his hands on that?”

“I have no fucking idea. Do you think I subscribe to Creeps With Connections Monthly?” My sarcasm dripped like venom, but the truth was, I was just as bewildered as he was.

“But I already canceled my membership—”

“Two days before we arrived here,” I interjected sharply, “after you placed your last order. I’m well aware of that.” The word ‘order’ felt bitter on my tongue, as if I had just bitten into a battery.

His forehead creased in thought. “That’s… very strange. Nothing has ever leaked from Velvet Desires before. It’s supposed to be the safest and most discreet service out there. This is actually serious.”

“I’ll contact the guys in charge, let them know someone’s been snooping—” He started to reach for his laptop, but then halted, his expression shifting as if he had just remembered he’d left the stove on.

“Wait. What happens if Dean tells someone? Has he told your sister already?” His voice was laced with concern, and I could see the gears turning in his mind.

“He won’t. And he hasn’t,” I assured him, crossing the room to sit on the bed, folding my arms defiantly. I needed to project confidence, even if my insides were churning. “I already handled that. Or at least… I think I handled that.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Now I’m curious.”

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