Her heart raced.
“Please give me back my diary,” she said, keeping her back to him.
Her face was so hot. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.
“No.” He stepped past her. She tried to grab his shirt, but she had no choice but to keep one hand on her chest.
“Please.”
Roman turned at the door. “You’re my wife, and a Greco never begs. Don’t do it.”
He slammed the bathroom door, and Alex gritted her teeth. She wanted to call her father, to ask him to demand that Roman give her diary back, but that would be involving her father in a pathetic spat.
Roman was just being a pain in the ass. She got it, and kind of understood it, even if she didn’t completely agree with him and his asshole ways.
After stepping into her closet, she opened the drawers and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank. It was warm, and she wished she could have head-to-toe pajamas, but that would be way too uncomfortable.
Her hair was nearly dry, and stepping out of her closet, she went to her dresser to run a brush through it. Her bed looked so inviting as she stared at it. Did she want to sink into the soft covers or fight with Roman again?
She glanced at the bathroom door and decided he had already taken way too much of her attention. Sticking her tongue out, which was completely childish to do, she stepped over to her bed, pulled back the covers, and slid right inside.
The moment she lay down and stared up at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and just basked in being back home, in her bed, away from Roman … ish. He was in her father’s home, and currently in her shower or reading her diary, but that didn’t change the fact she was finally home.
Roman’s home and apartment were all his. His bachelor pad. His domain. Where another woman had decorated and made it the vision he wanted. She was a stranger in his home and in his world.
She didn’t mind not being close to anyone all her life. Having Liam as a dad guaranteed that people weren’t her friend. She lived with it, dealt with it. It was probably the only part of her life that made it easier to deal with Roman’s world.
The shower stopped, and Alex rolled over so she wasn’t facing him. She had no idea where he was going to sleep.
Growling, she shoved her blankets off and then climbed out of bed. The man was an insufferable bastard, and he pissed her off all the damn time.
She walked back into her closet and grabbed spare blankets and some pillows.
With them in hand, she stepped back into her bedroom at the same time as Roman entered.
“I’ll be sleeping in the bed,” Roman said.
“No, you’re not. That is my bed, and you’re not sleeping in it.”
He raised a brow. “Where you sleep, I sleep.”
“We don’t sleep together at your place, and it’s not happening now.”
Roman chuckled. “You’re a spoiled little princess used to getting your own way.”
“And you’re a brute and a bully used to taking what he wants. You’re not sleeping in my bed. Simple as that.”
In response, Roman eased the towel from around his waist, and Alex gasped, closing her eyes. She didn’t see anything, and staring at her husband’s naked body didn’t appeal to her, not in the slightest.
She heard rustling, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Roman was beneath her blankets on her side of the bed, with her damn diary.
Alex wanted to scream at him. “You’re naked in my bed? Your ass is, like, making an impression.”
“My ass is nice and warm. There is enough room for both of us.”
She glared at him and then moved toward the window where she had a few beanbags from her days of being a child and not wanting to use conventional chairs.
Nudging them together, she made herself a little bed, much like she had when she was a child, and then, somehow found a way to build a bed for herself.