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 downed another shot of whiskey as he tried to wash down what he was feeling.He had expected anger. He'd expected fireworks. But for Evelyn to be so scared that she didn't even want him to touch her? It never even crossed his mind.Everyone who did business with him did so with a healthy amount of fear. Even the women who threw themselves at him approached him with caution. He never apologised for the things he had to do to stay ahead.But Evelyn had never looked at him like that, not even once. It was probably the reason he had approached her with the contract to start with.No fear. Just pure lust.He had seen her going
Eve looked down at her phone as it rang again for the millionth time. It was Brendan again.He has been messaging and calling since the early hours of the morning. Besides replying with a quick 'I'm okay, I'll call you later,' just so he wouldn't think she was in a ditch somewhere, she'd ignored everything.Even Miranda and Josie had texted to ask where the two of them had disappeared to last night but she hasn't bothered to reply to them.What could she say?She'd just found out she was fucking the devil? She had given her mind and body to an evil bastard who liked to own people like property?He'd used her body's responses to him against her t