Everything was as it should have been.
Evelyn signed the contract, so all the bullshit was going to stop. The moment she actually read it, of course.
Roman looked at the copy of the contract that his PA had 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 saw when he opened his eyes was her stunning face and... Well, he wasn't a monk. Anyone would forgive him for continuing the charade even after he'd got what he wanted.
He’d stopped her visits to this boy without having to do anything drastic—like following her to Brendan’s apartment and punching the living s**t out of him.
Brendan. Brendan Smith. A generic name for an equally unimpressive man. There had never been a
