Chapter THIRTY-EIGHT.

ENZO DE-LUCA

Yvette’s eyes widened, she looked shocked as she stood to her feet but she immediately recovered from the dumbfounding moment.

“What?” She asked, her head tilted to the side as she stared at me, “what’s wrong with you? Is this about the Maeve girl?” She asked and I nodded without hesitation.

“I mean, there’s no other reason, it’s because of her.” I responded, doing everything I could to get her out of my office and even though I felt guilty, I couldn’t let it eat up at me.

I wanted her to leave, I needed the space and time to think before doing anything else and I might have stupidly let her suck my cock, I couldn’t possibly let it go further than that.

The study fell silent and I studied Yvette’s facial expression. She looked disgusted but at the same time she had a satisfactory look on her face and her eyes glistened with some sort of mischief.

“Well, you let me suck you so I guess she’s not that important after all or you would have stopped me.” She retorted, her words