From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436

I let the phone fall onto the bed beside me and dragged a hand down

my face.

What a shit show my life had fast become.

I stayed there for several minutes, wallowing in the quiet misery,

before forcing myself to move. Lying around wouldn’t change anything. And I wanted to see Roman before dinner. I needed to be

with him.

I pushed myself up and headed toward the ensuite bathroom. When I

opened the door, I wasn’t even surprised anymore.

The bathroom was just as excessive as the bedroom. Marble everywhere. Gold fixtures. A bathtub large enough to sleep in. It felt

less like a bathroom and more like a private spa built by someone

desperate to prove a point.

Someone who wanted future generations to remember exactly how

powerful he’d been.

At least there were toiletries. I made a mental note to ask for my

usual skincare products tomorrow. Tonight, this would have to do.

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I refused to meet Roman’s family smelling like stress and fear.

I turned on the shower, stepping under the. hot spray with a shaky

sigh. The water soothed my aching muscles instantly, dragging a low

moan from my throat before I could stop it. My shoulders loosened.

My spine relaxed. The shampoo smelled fruity as I washed my hair

thoroughly.

I scrubbed myself clean. Over and over. As if I could wash away the

anxiety clinging to my skin. The fear. The weight of everything that

had gone wrong.

By the time I turned off the water, my skin was flushed and tender,

my fingers wrinkled.

Only then–only after I’d wrapped a towel around my body and

another around my hair–did reality slap me across the face.

I had nothing to wear.

I stood frozen in the bathroom, staring at my reflection like it might

offer a solution.

I arrived with only my purse. No overnight bag. No clothes. No

underwear.

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“Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered, pacing back into the bedroom.

“What do I do now?” My voice sounded small in the cavernous space.

An idea struck me and I grabbed my phone, my fingers already

moving to call Reese–then stopped.

I didn’t have his number.

“Fuck.”

I dug into my purse and pulled out Roman’s phone, my heart twisting

painfully as I held it. Scrolling through his contacts felt invasive, but

I didn’t have a choice now.

As uncomfortable as this request would be, Reese was the safest

option.

I finally found his name and pressed dial. He picked up almost

immediately. But he didn’t speak,

Of course he didn’t. This was Roman’s phone. Of course it was

strange that a comatose man was calling him at this time of the

night.

“Hey, Reese. It’s me. Savannah,” I said softly.

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“Oh.” His breath rushed out. “Nearly lost my fucking mind thinking

this was Roman. Where are you? I just got home.”

Relief hit me so hard my knees nearly buckled. “Thank God,” I

whispered. “Um… I don’t even know where I am.”

“What wing?”

“Wing?” I repeated helplessly. “I–I don’t know. But I’m in the

bedroom right next to Roman.”

He sighed. “Okay. Don’t move. I’ll find you.”

“I just took a shower and I don’t have clothes,” I blurted out before he

could hang up. “I didn’t bring anything. Can you help me?”

A pause.

Then, calmly, “Okay. I’m coming.”

The line went dead.

I sank onto the bed, my cheeks burning. Embarrassed. Grateful.

Exposed in more ways than one.

Barely a minute has passed since the call ended but I was still pacing

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back and forth. I adjusted my towel for the hundredth time just before

a knock sounded at the door. It was soft and hesitant.

Could that be Reese? How did he get here so fast? Well, he lives here.

So he should know his way around.

Nevertheless, relief surged through me.

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