Was she buying it? Roman couldn’t tell.
He had nothing against spending time with Evelyn every once in a while but he could already see that it would be a problem down the line. It felt too real.
And by the look on Evelyn’s face, this felt the same for her, too. It would be so easy to fall into this trap when she kept looking at him like that.
But still, the contract lay uselessly on her lap. Her pen had hovered on it a few times and then she’d stopped. He was sitting right next to her and could feel her indecision every time she did that.
She was overthinking this.
“Shall I top up your drink?” he asked.
Evelyn woke up to the morning sunshine streaming into her room. Last night had been different. She couldn't put a finger on it but the way Roman had held her, the way he had kissed her... it hadn't felt as detached as it had been since the day she had walked out on him.Maybe he was making an effort to keep her here. Maybe he really wanted to give it a go. He knew how she felt about him but he was still willing to change things just for her. He'd given her an out in the contract to make her feel differently about her situation like maybe he did care how she felt.She tried to smother the flutter of hope in her chest but failed. A smile formed on her face as she yawned and stretched, and then she froze when she bumped into the warm, hard body next to her.She suck
Everything was as it should have been.The contract was signed so all the bullshit was going to stop. The moment she actually read the contract of course.Roman looked at the copy of the contract that had been placed on the side of his desk. Last night had been a dickish move, and this morning, taking her like that had been completely unnecessary.But the first thing he had seen when he had opened his eyes was her stunning face and... Well, he wasn't a monk. He could be forgiven for continuing the charade even after he's gotten what he had gone there for.But now he could put a stop to her visits to this boy without having to do anything drastic like follow her in there and punch the living s
Evelyn had been numb when Roman had arrived. She'd cursed her stupid body for reacting to him but had been too scared to open her mouth.No, not scared. It wasn't worth it to start arguing with Roman now when he had given her yet another reason to hand in her notice.Her copy of the contract was on her nightstand. She couldn't take her eyes off it while the shower was running.It was still dark outside, unlike Thursday when he'd left after sunrise. Either their Fridays were still the same or she had been played.It was like sleeping with two different people. Thursday's Roman had been nothing like this. Thursday's Roman hadn't made her feel used.
"You look hot, Eve."She laughed at Brendan's comment as they walked down the road, sharing a box of greasy chicken and chips that had already started getting cold.Roman would never say she looked hot. He'd say exquisite or some other posh word.That thought made the laughter die on her lips as she put a chip in her mouth."You've been like this all day. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or not?She pushed thoughts of Roman aside and concentrated on what was real."Nothing's wrong. But I still don't get what we're doing here. This isn't where we usually party."
What was Evelyn doing with that boy? Had she not bothered to read the new rules even now?“Is everything okay, Roman?” Vivian asked.He pulled his gaze away from the taxi to look at the woman hanging onto his arm. Her grip was so tight as if she was trying to fuse herself to his side.“It’s fine,” he lied as he pulled his phone out of his pocket while he led Vivian to the front door of her parents’ house.He sent Philip a quick text. Tonight was very important to him and he wouldn’t let Evelyn derail him. What had she even been doing here? Making sure he saw her dressed like that? Showing him that she didn’t give a shit about the rules?
It had been a while since Roman had been in a club. Between working, revenge, his father and Evelyn, there wasn't any time left over for anything else.There were queues outside the club when he got out of the taxi but he ignored them to walk to the front.And he ignored Phillip's grin when he met him at the door. That man had been doing that a lot lately and it was getting on his nerves."Good evening, sir," one of the doormen said as they opened the door for him.He nodded and walked in. It took a moment to adjust to the light and loud music. This place looked like a typical club - grinding bodies on the dancefloor and along the walls. Fuck knew what debauchery was hidden in the dim lighting. And Evelyn was
Eve didn't want to stop him.Even though her heart was shattered. Even though Roman had just shown her that she wasn't good enough for him. This would always be only about sex. Just a stupid chemical reaction that she didn't have the willpower to stop.She knew all of this yet she was still drowning in the bastard's gorgeous eyes as he knelt in front of her. He was doing that thing again where his eyes told her one thing when he clearly meant another. His eyes made her feel as if she was the only woman in his life.But that was a lie. He could have a million women like her tucked away anywhere in the world. And he also had women like that blonde bombshell who he took out to be photographed with.St
Eve's head was clear when they arrived at the house. She was stone-cold sober. Fear did that to a person. Roman was a billionaire and had the resources to pull off whatever he wanted, and she had pissed him off somehow.She hadn’t said a word to him the whole drive out of the city, but he hadn’t bothered to speak either. She could feel his anger suffocating her in the confined space, and it had pushed her own anger with him to the back of her mind.What had she done wrong?And if he was that pissed off, why had he brought her back here? Why hadn’t he just told her her services were no longer required and just left her in the city?Her answers would be in that contract but she knew deep down t
Roman opened the door before the doorbell could ring and ushered Phillip inside quickly. “Did you bring it?” He ignored Phillip’s eye roll as he handed him a bag. “I said to hide it!” he hissed as he hid the bag in his coat, “You made me drive all this way for this,” Phillip said. “It was an emergency,” he said. “And I don’t know why you’re complaining. There’s food here, you were going to find an excuse to come, anyway.” He walked to the stairs quickly. “Everyone’s outside. I will be there as soon as I can.”
Evelyn didn’t say anything after his life-altering confession. He could see the unshed tears in her eyes and her mouth dropped open.But no words.“Say something, Evelyn,” he whispered.The rest of his life depended on this conversation. Had he made the right choice? He’d put his heart on the line again knowing that he would never recover if she left him. But was it enough to just tell her he loved her?“There has been no one else for me since you walked into my building for your interview. No one. I saw your face that night when you saw me with Vivian, I know that’s when I lost your trust,” he said. “But I haven’t kissed anyone, I haven’t hugged anyone, I
Evelyn was falling for it again.She didn’t know why she had extended the invitation to him instead of just coming clean to her parents. Now he was taking the role of devoted boyfriend too far. He’d joined in and fit in so easily because that was what he did. He could charm the socks off anyone.And she knew this so why was she falling for it again?Just because they’d danced for the first time? Because he’d looked so vulnerable as if for a change they were having a real conversation?But he had done the same when he’d made her sign the contract. He was good at pretending to be what she wanted. Good at pulling at her heartstrings and making her forget who he was under all of that.
Did he buy enough presents?Roman looked back at the back seat full of wrapped presents, the ones he couldn’t fit into the boot.Fuck. It was too much. Would they think he was trying to buy their affection?The gate slid open and it was too late to pull away and dump the presents somewhere. He drove up the driveway with his nerves playing havoc with him and stopped the car next to Evelyn’s.He could do this. He could meet the parents and tell Evelyn how he felt. Just say it and let the chips fall where they may.He saw the front door open and realised he had been sitting in the car for a while. When he got out, he saw it was Evelyn who&rsq
Roman sipped his drink and looked around the club. There were a few couples just holding each other and swaying rather than dancing. By the looks on their faces, he doubted they even knew what song was playing, they were lost in each other.It made his chest ache.He turned back to his drink and the woman beside him. At least the music was low enough to allow a conversation.If he could open his fucking mouth.“How have you been?” he asked.“You could have asked me that when I came to your apartment earlier,” Evelyn snorted.“I know. But I think you’v
He’d done the right thing.Maybe for the first time in his life.So why did he feel like shit again? Like she’d stomped on his dead heart again?He’d poured himself another drink the moment she had left but he still had it in his hand fuck knew how long later. It had taken everything in him to let her walk out that door, so now he had nothing left.The sound of the door closing pulled him out of his thoughts. He gulped his whiskey down and set the glass down before Phillip walked into the room. Phillip looked at the empty glass and then at him. He was now like an annoying, nagging aunty more than anything.“I&
When the elevator stopped in the basement, Evelyn felt like a fool for assuming too many things. Maybe because the things she had read in Pam’s article had stuck in her head. Why had she even thought he would try to explain his actions? Or maybe tell more lies to try to get her back?She’d been so confident he would do that that she’d been thrown off track when he hadn’t. And then all the things she had wanted to ask had escaped her mind. Now she still didn’t know if her parents’ house was really a done deal or she would have to move them again.And if she was honest with herself, she was gutted that he hadn’t even tried. She’d expected something that would have at least allowed her some closure.What did he mean by saying he n
Eve stopped the car at the barrier and rolled down the window. There were two intimidating security guards in the guardhouse that made her want to turn back instantly.This was a mistake.“Um, I’m here to see Mr. Ashfield,” she said to them.She saw the look on the man’s face before he said, “Mr. Ashfield doesn’t accept visitors,” and then shut his window.Did they get this all the time? Women trying to see Roman without an invitation? Though she had washed her hands of him, it still hurt to think about him moving on.She could have called or messaged Roman to tell her she had arrived but maybe this was a sign
Roman slammed the phone down and ignored Phillip as he looked through the paperwork in front of him. He knew Phillip would have something to say about his behaviour but he was tired of hearing that shit.“Are you going home tonight?” Phillip asked.“Yes, when I finish all this. I’ll drive myself so you can do whatever you want.”“I can order some food_”“I’m fine, Phillip,” he said firmly.“You’ve just shouted at Penny for no reason,” Phillip pointed out.He’d been shouting at her a lot. He was surprised his PA hadn