What had she done?
Eve lay awake all night thinking of Roman's lips on hers. Her body had come alive as if she had been dead all this time.
But after what he had done to her? After all the tears she had shed? Why did he still have that effect on her? She had destroyed her life just to get away from him, and now just one kiss had shown her that all the work she had done on herself was worth nothing. All her pep talks were bullshit.
By the time the morning came and she dragged herself out of bed to prepare for her morning shift, she was still kicking herself. But at least this was the end of it. He'd given his word that she wouldn't have to see him again. Once the paperwork came from the lawyers, she could finally stop looking over her shoulder and live her life.&n
Roman cut the call and then looked around the kitchen.Why was he suddenly second-guessing this? It was what he wanted. She was on her way so he had to get his shit together. There was no turning back now.But this was happening sooner than he expected. The furniture wasn't even there yet. He'd thought it would take a few more days of this before she broke and came looking for him, not the very same day their picture got splashed in every paper and magazine.He walked over to the kitchen island and gathered up the newspapers and magazines he had been looking at. He stuffed everything into a drawer to get rid of another time.He was sure he hadn't left anything incrementing lying around but he did a
Roman had the beef simmering, water boiling in a pot for the pappardelle and the red wine already breathing on the table when Evelyn walked tentatively into the kitchen.He met her gaze and knew she hadn't yet decided what she was going to do. Her arms were wrapped around herself and she still looked like she was going to run out of the house any moment.He had to do something to make her stay.But what the hell was he supposed to do? How could he make her comfortable around him again? Make her say those words, that she loved him? He'd been a fucking fool that night to let his insecurities get in the way. She must have worked up to that for a long time and he'd just thrown it in her face. But she had proved she had more guts than he had. Opening up like that, say
Eve quickly glanced at the car she could see through the gates one last time before she walked back into the house. Could they take clear pictures of her from that angle? The last thing she wanted was her face in the papers, especially since Roman was currently linked with Vivian. People never took kindly to the women even though it was the man playing games with them.Roman was right, though. She had willingly come here tonight, even after the way he had kissed her in the car park. She didn’t know any other billionaires who could make this mess go away. And she didn’t know anyone who could protect her parents at the drop of a hat like he had done. No matter how she felt about him and what he had done to her, she was grateful he was there to sort the mess out.Even if he had been the one to start it all by asking for that
Eve got out of bed before sunrise because she couldn’t sleep for the second night in a row. Roman’s scent, her favourite cologne, was all over the bedding and her mind had somehow made it feel as though he had been in bed with her. At some point in the night, she’d even had to fight off the urge to go downstairs to him.This was why she needed to put space between them. She would always feel like this even though she thought he was an entitled asshole. Maybe he had broken her. Maybe her mind would forever be warped and no one else would ever be enough for her.But she already knew what type of relationship was based on sex, and she would be completely insane to even consider it again. Roman had given her her freedom now. Things would get back to normal before she knew it. Maybe once she’d made sure her parents
She wasn’t going to do that to herself again. It would all be over soon.Her words had kept Roman up all night. Well, her words plus the raging hard-on he’d had knowing she was in his bed. So close and yet so far away.But he had her here for as long as he needed to, now. He would change her mind. He had to.“If you make a list, I’ll arrange for everything you need to be delivered,” he said. “And you’ll have to call your work.”Phillip came back to the table with a pen and a notepad and placed them in front of her. Evelyn looked a little shell-shocked as she picked the pen up. Her eyes returned to the security camera feed of all the reporters. One small tip of his wher
Holy... fuck!That was...Evelyn shut the door in one of the spare bedrooms and leaned back against it. She pressed her thighs together and closed her eyes. She should have walked out of the bathroom but seeing him naked, touching himself was like dangling a feast in front of a starving person.And then to have him say her name as he let go...Roman Ashfield was a god among men, he could have anyone he wanted. But it had been her name on his lips while he'd got his rocks off. Not Vivian's.How was she supposed to handle that? Especially now when she was plagued with all the memories of him.
Roman took another shower, a quick one this time because he was ready to explode. After he had come so hard the first time, he’d thought he had enough control over his body to talk to her. But here he was, shooting an endless load because he had finally got to touch her again. She had been so fucking hot. He could still hear her voice as she’d let go, and he could still feel the grip she’d had on his fingers. He should have known it would end like this. Resisting Evelyn had always been beyond his capabilities.When he dressed again he headed out of the bedroom to go downstairs. His steps slowed outside the closed door of the other bedroom. Would she come out of there after what had just happened? Would she take him up on his offer? Giving her no place to hide pretty much guaranteed that she would be forced to confront their situation but he knew he still had a lot of w
Eve looked down the hall at the men carrying a piece of furniture up the stairs. She had stayed upstairs as long as she could until she’d heard people start going into the rooms, but the moments she had seen the transformation downstairs she’d been shocked. It felt like she had walked into a different house.Though the furniture was clearly expensive, it was sturdy and comfortable. The spacious living room looked so homey. Nothing like Roman’s house in London. And there was still so much room in there, which was the whole reason they had wanted this house. Her father would have thrived here. But for some reason, Roman had done extensions, making the house bigger and more spacious.Maybe he wasn’t used to living in small spaces. Would he live here? He had to be thinking about it because why would anyone d