Roman sat in his car for a while looking at the lights that came on in her bedroom.
Things had changed. Maybe Evelyn was just restless, but he could tell she had or was really close to breaking the rules of their arrangement. He was surprised she had lasted this long. They usually started telling him their feelings or begging for things he couldn’t give them only weeks in and he inevitably got rid of them. Evelyn had lasted thirteen months.
Now every time he left, he saw that look on her face, the same he had seen in countless others. It was only a matter of time until she did something stupid and all of this came to an end.
That would be fucking a shame. Evelyn was younger than the ones he had picked before, she was only twenty-four, but she knew how to please him. She did everything he asked without question, always so eager to try new things. And it was easy to see he pleased her because her responses were always so unfiltered and loud.
So loud. So filthy. He would probably never get away with fucking her in inappropriate places because of that, but every time she got lost in herself like that made him feel like a king. Even now his dick was hard as he thought of that and he was trying to talk himself out of going back in for one more round. He knew it wouldn’t be enough. He always wanted more. Evelyn’s brand of loving was... special. Unique, just like she was.
It would indeed be a shame to lose all of this.
He started his car and drove around the little manicured island to head down the driveway. It would take him a while to get back into the city, but the privacy this house allowed him was worth it. There was no one waiting to take his picture at every corner or stick microphones in his face for a comment about one thing or another. There was no one waiting around to ask for favours. The only house close enough was used by his security team, and they knew him well enough to be discreet. He could fuck Evelyn at his leisure, even outside, and none of it would end up in the papers.
By the time he’d driven into the city, the traffic was already terrible even though it was barely five in the morning, and when he finally drove to the underground parking for his apartment he was ready to sleep.
He didn’t bother turning his lights on as he walked to his penthouse apartment, and he ignored the paperwork that he had placed on his nightstand before he’d gone to see Evelyn. He’d need a few hours of sleep before he could get into any of it.
As always, once he settled in bed, it was Evelyn on his mind. It didn’t bother him anymore that she occupied a lot of his thoughts, especially after he had just tasted her; after he had just buried himself in her heat. He let his mind wander until he fell asleep.
The sun was shining through his glass wall when he opened his eyes again and he was still rock hard. It would have been more convenient to stay with her so he could just roll over and fuck her brains out, but he knew a recipe for disaster when he saw one.
With a sigh, he walked to his adjoined shower and stepped in. The cold showers were the only thing he could complain about being with Evelyn. Every fucking morning and night. He’d stand under the icy sting of the water until his cock started to behave so he could go about his day without embarrassing himself.
An hour later, he’d had his breakfast and was in his home office with his work spread out in front of him. He had several projects on the go that he had to oversee at each step. A new mall he was building. A housing development in South London and another in Birmingham. Planning applications to make or chase up. He had people hired to do every aspect of that job but he still liked to keep his fingers in. Some told him that was smart, others thought it was just showing his controlling nature. But he didn’t give a fuck. He hadn’t come this far by letting others tell him how to run his business.
He had just started going through the paperwork for the meeting he had scheduled for after lunch when his phone beeped. It was a message from Evelyn.
‘We need to talk.’
His heart sank. This was happening sooner than he had expected. She would tell him she had fallen in love with him and he’d tell her to move out by the end of the month. This was it. Fuck.
Maybe he was reading too much about it. Maybe she wanted to ask for more things. She was young, maybe she wanted a holiday so she could go away and spend some of the money he paid her. Maybe she just wanted a repeat. Evelyn was quite insatiable and matched his appetites perfectly. He was ready to fuck her again if she needed him to. Just this once. He couldn’t afford to make it a habit.
Or maybe she was going to tell him she was pregnant.
He dropped his paperwork on the table as that thought slammed into his head. Pregnant? He was always careful, but there had been a few times... His heart went cold. It was a possibility. But he could never allow that to happen. If she was pregnant then they had a very uncomfortable conversation to have.
‘I’ll be there by six,’ he replied.
He went through his meeting without paying much attention to it and cursed himself for telling his PA he could handle it himself since it was Saturday. She would have taken the minutes that he would have reviewed another time. Now he’d have to set this meeting up for another day. The moment it finished he was back in his car and driving out of the city again.
He stayed calm and drove within the speed limits even though he was itching to put his foot down. Why would someone just say they needed to talk and not elaborate?
It was almost six when he drove back up the driveway he had not expected to return to for another week, and Evelyn opened the door before he had even knocked.
She was dressed today so he knew immediately that this was not the usual kind of visit. She did not want a repeat performance. Which left the other less appealing options.
She smiled as she let him in. Her smile was quite stunning and had been the initial reason he had taken a second look. She smiled with her whole body, which was why he always knew when she was faking it. She waited for him to hang up his coat before she spoke.
“Come through this way.”
The dress she wore was a short white one that skimmed her curves and just hinted at the treasures underneath. Evelyn’s body was a masterpiece. Big round bottom, wide hips, tiny waist and a sizeable chest. The stuff most wet dreams were made of. He would have backed her against the wall and slipped into her if he hadn’t been worrying about what the hell she was about to tell him.
He followed without a word. Something smelled delicious, reminding him that he hadn’t been able to stomach anything after her message.
“I made some dinner,” she said, looking back at him with a shy smile as she led him into the dining room.
The table had been set for two with candles lit and flowers arranged in the middle. The lighting was dim, setting the mood. He frowned as he looked at it, and the sinking feeling in his stomach told him exactly why he was here.
“What do you need to talk about, Evelyn?” he asked calmly without sitting down at the chair he indicated.
The smile left her face.
“I was...”
“Are you pregnant?” he asked directly.
“No.”
“Then why the fuck am I here on a Saturday evening?”
“I thought maybe... I wanted to cook for you.”
“Like a date?”
Evelyn clamped her mouth shut and looked away from him. He knew she was moments away from breaking the fucking rules. This was over.
Panic welled up in her chest as she looked at the table she had set with so much care. Was it a date if two people who regularly fucked sat down and ate a meal together? Dates were against the rules. But it didn’t matter anyway when she knew the conversation she intended to have was definitely breaking the rules. “No, not a date,” she answered. “It’s my dinner time. Since you said you were coming at six, I just... Never mind.” “You know the rules, Evelyn.” The disappointment in his voice squeezed her chest. Yes, she knew all the fucking rules. “If you’re not pregnant, and I’m not here to fuck you, then what else is there to talk about.”
Roman drove his car up the driveway and noticed that only the exterior lights were on. The house seemed like it was in total darkness.He had told Evelyn about this before. Not that he had any concerns about her safety in this neighbourhood, especially since he also had security guards nearby, but if she kept all the lights off she could invite trouble if thieves thought no one was home.He parked his car and prepared himself.Last weekend had been a close call, but he knew the day was still going to come. She would claim to be madly in love with him and he’d have to toss her out. Having an addictive pussy did not automatically mean she was safe from that. The rules were there for a reason and they had been the same for everyone who had come before her. They woul
Eve looked back behind her with a frown. She’d had this feeling all day that she was being watched. Her first thought was that Roman had taken time out of his precious day to find her but she squashed that ridiculous idea.It had been two weeks since she last saw him, and a week since she left that note. By now that man would have found somebody else to replace her since to him one hole would be as good as the other. There was nothing special about her.She shrugged and carried on window shopping. Her mother’s birthday was coming up and she wanted to buy her something nice for when she finally visited. She also needed to reconnect with some of her old university friends. They would all be starting their last year at university soon, as she would have if she hadn’t dropped everything for a man.
Evelyn’s blood boiled. She looked at the man in front of her and wondered how he dared to say those words.It was true that she had put herself in this situation but it had never been about the money. One look at him had weakened her knees and had her imagining being on her back for him. Or her front. Or sideways. Any whichever way he wanted her. He had turned her head from the start. She often wondered if the way she had looked at him had been the reason he had offered her this position.She would have said yes without the offer of a monthly wage, but now the fact that she had would always be held against her.“Escort,” she said through gritted teeth.“No, Evelyn. Whore. Prostitute,&rd
Evelyn’s cheeks coloured as he had known they would as she slowly started to undo her jeans. She was already hot for him. He’d brought her into her domain and her petty grievances seemed to have flown out of the window. Did she really think she could walk away from all of this? From him?When she removed the jeans and kicked them away from her body, her green eyes sparkled with excitement that she could never hide from him.“Now your t-shirt.”She exposed her body inch by inch like she knew what she was doing to him. Maybe she did. Maybe she knew he’d had her followed for days. Maybe she knew that the only reason he had messaged her to get into his car was that he couldn’t stand to see her with another man. She was not free to meet o
This was torture. Evelyn’s body was so wound up that she knew the slightest movement would send her over the edge.Roman had kept her like this for hours. Hours of this exquisite torture.She was sweaty and had his cum all over her body because Roman hadn’t held himself back like he was forcing her to do. With the blindfold on, every other sense was heightened. She had felt his every tremble, heard his every grunt, groan and moan, and felt him throbbing every time he had spilt his seed.And yet here she was, still stuck in this zone, aching to fall over that cliff.He had given her some breaks between each scene, but that had done nothing to alleviate the throbbing in her body. An
Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears again as he walked out of the playroom. There would be enough time after he was gone to do that.Coming out of this contract would be harder than she thought, but she would find a way. She had grown up on a rough estate and knew how to take care of herself. Being with Roman had changed her, but if she wanted to come out of this somewhat intact, she knew she had to squash her feelings for him.Roman dealt with facts and figures, not emotions. She had to remember that.Blurting out that she was leaving when she had no idea how she would do it hadn’t been a good idea. First, she had to fix things for her parents before she tried anything.With a sigh, she drag
Roman paused outside the house for a moment after he closed the door.Why did he feel like this was the last time he would see Evelyn?He’d thought they had come to an understanding after last night. Evelyn had been...He closed his eyes and fought the hardening of his body. Even after showering, he could still feel her, and he could still hear her cries. She was exquisite. Her smell, the taste of her, everything.They wouldn't reach those heights if Evelyn didn’t completely trust him to take care of her during and after. He supposed the romantics would claim she was made for him. Made to please him. Made for him to do every single deviant thing he wanted to her body.