The CEO's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 3

Roman sat in his car for a while, looking at the lights that came on in her bedroom.

Things had changed. Maybe Evelyn was restless, but he could tell she had or was close to breaking the rules of their arrangement. It surprised him 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.

Lately, he saw that look on her face every time he left, the same he had seen in countless others. It was only a matter of time until she did something stupid and all this ended.

That would be f*****g 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 eager to try new things. And it was easy to see he pleased her because her responses were always unfiltered and loud.

So loud. So filthy. He would never get away with f*****g her in inappropriate places because of that, but every time she got lost in herself like that, he felt like a king. He was hard just thinking about that. It took more willpower than he would admit 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 that.

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. No one was 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. His security team used the only house close enough, and they knew him well enough to be discreet. He could f**k 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 stopped in his spot in the underground parking of his apartment block, he was ready to sleep.

He didn’t bother turning his lights on as he walked to his penthouse apartment and ignored the paperwork he’d placed on his nightstand before rushing out to see Evelyn. He’d need a few hours of sleep before he could get into any of it.

As always, it was Evelyn on his mind once he settled in bed. It didn’t bother him anymore that she occupied many of his thoughts, especially after he had just tasted and buried himself inside her. He let his mind wander until he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun shone through his glass wall, and he was still rock hard. It would have been more convenient to stay with her so he could just roll over and f**k 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 f*****g morning and night. He’d stand under the icy sting of the water until his c**k behaved so he could go about his day without embarrassing himself.

An hour later, he’d had breakfast and was in his home office, 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 showed his controlling nature. But he didn’t give a f**k. He hadn’t come that far by letting others tell him how to run his business.

When his phone beeped, he had just started going through the paperwork for the meeting he had scheduled for after lunch. It was a message from Evelyn.

‘We need to talk.’

His heart sank. It was happening sooner than he had expected. Evelyn would tell him she had fallen in love with him, and he’d ask her to move out by the end of the month. This was it. f**k.

Maybe he was reading too much into it. Perhaps 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 had paid her. Maybe she just wanted a repeat. Evelyn was quite insatiable and matched his appetites perfectly. He was ready to f**k 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. They’d have to have a very uncomfortable conversation if she was pregnant.

‘I’ll be there by six,’ he replied.

He went through his meeting without paying much attention and cursed himself for telling his PA he could handle it himself since it was Saturday. She would have taken the minutes he would have reviewed another time. Now he’d have to set this meeting up again 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 limit, despite 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, so he knew immediately that this was not the usual kind of visit. She did not want a repeat performance. And that left the other less appealing options.

She smiled as she let him in. Her stunning smile was the initial reason he had taken a second look. Evelyn smiled with her whole body so he always knew when she was faking it. She waited for him to hang up his coat before she spoke.

“Come through this way.”

Her dress was a short white one that skimmed her curves and hinted at the treasures underneath. Evelyn’s body was a masterpiece. Big round bottom, wide hips, a 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 going to tell him.

He followed without a word. Something smelled delicious, reminding him he hadn’t been able to stomach anything after Evelyn’s message.

“I made some dinner,” she said, looking back at him with a shy smile as she led him into the dining room.

Evelyn had set the table 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 there.

“What do you need to talk about, Evelyn?” he asked calmly, without sitting in the chair she gestured to.

The smile left her face.

“I was...”

“Are you pregnant?” he asked directly.

“No.”

“Then why the f**k 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 f*****g rules. This was over.