Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Anna’s POV

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Roman turned the key, and the engine purred to life. The low rumble filled the car, vibrating through the leather seats and straight through my body.

He shifted into gear, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift.

Even as my ass still stung from those spanks, a constant reminder of what had just happened in that bathroom, I couldn’t help how my eyes dropped, following the line of his arm.

The way his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. Large and strong hands. Veins prominent along the backs. The same hands that had been inside me moments ago, curling deep

Stop it. Stop thinking about it.

“Stop looking at me like that, he warned without turning his heal.

I tore my gaze away, heat flooding my cheeks. How did he know Could he read my mind? Could he sense the way my body was still humming, still aching for more despite everything?

“I wasn’t…”

I wasn’t what? Staring? Thinking about how those hands felt on my body?

Instead of hating him for humiliating me, for throwing me over his shoulder like some caveman, I was sitting here in a post- orgasm haze, watching him drive like some lovesick fool.

“You were.” He pulled out of the parking spot with an ease that said he’d done this a hundred times over.

We were heading toward the exit when reality crashed back.

“Wait.” I sat up straighter. “Stop the car.”

He hit the brakes, his body tensing. “What?”

“My purse. My phone.” I turned to look back toward the club. “They’re still in there. With Laurent.”

Roman’s hands tightened on the wheel until his knuckles turned white. “Isn’t it clear I’m not letting you go back to Laurent?”

“My purse,” I insisted, ignoring his possessive declaration. “I need it.”

“I’ll buy you a dozen designer purses.” He put the car back in drive, his tone dismissive.

“My phone,” I said louder. “And don’t bother saying you’ll buy me another one, because I love my phone. It has all my… everything is on there. My photos, my contacts, my…”

“Anna…”

“My entire life is on that phone!” I was babbling now, anxiety making the words spill out faster. “I can’t just replace it. My manuscripts and messages, and I have this app where I track my”

“Anna!”

Roman grunted in frustration, a low sound in the back of his throat that made something in my stomach flip. He pulled the car to a stop again and reached into his pocket.

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“Enough.” He raised his hand before pulling out his phone. The screen lit up his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Fixing this so you’ll stop talking” His fingers moved across the reen with surprising speed, typing something

I leaned over, trying to see what he was doing. “Seriously, what are you…”

He angled the phone away from me. “Describe your purse.”

1 blinked. “What?”

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He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. His eyes were dark, inten, pinning me in place. “Your purse. Describe it.”

“It’s… shiny. Sort of silver, metallic-looking. Medium-sized, with long strap.”

He typed again, his thumb moving quickly across the screen. Then he set the phone down in the center console and pulled the car over to the curb.

“That’s it?” I asked. “What did you just do?”

“You’ll see.”

I watched him, waiting for an explanation that didn’t come. His hands rested on the wheel, his body relaxed like we had all the time in the world.

“Are we just going to…”

“Wait,” he finished, his eyes on the rearview mirror.

I followed his gaze but saw nothing. Just the empty street behind us.

Then I saw movement. A figure emerged from the direction of the club. Large. Built like a tank, crossing the road in seconds.

A bodyguard.

Holding my purse.

My mouth fell open.

Roman rolled down his window as the man approached. The bodyguard’s expression was neutral, but there was respect in the way he handed the purse through the window.

“Mr. Blackwood.”

“Thank you, Mare,

The bodyguard nodded once and walked away without another word, disappearing back into the night.

Roman turned and handed me my purse, a cocky grin spreading across his face. That infuriating, arrogant grin that made me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

I stared at my purse in shock, then at him. “How did he know where to find it? How did he get it from Laurent? How did…”

I stopped, pieces clicking together in my mind. The way people ad looked at him in the club. The way that woman had called him “Mr. Blackwood” with such deference. The way he’d known exactly where the bathroom was. The way he used a secret exit like he owned the place.

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“How much power do you have in that club?” I asked slowly.

His grin widened, but he didn’t answer. He just put the car back in drive and pulled away from the curb.

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I stared at him, questions racing through my mind. About his connections. His influence. About who the hell Roman Blackwood really was beneath the CEO title and expensive suits.

But then I remembered my phone.

I unzipped the purse with shaking fingers and pulled it out. The creen lit up immediately, showing a string of notifications. Missed calls. Text messages.

All from Laurent.

Laurent: Anna, where are you?

Laurent: I’m sorry if it was too much.

Laurent: I shouldn’t have brought you there.

Laurent: Talk to me.

Laurent: I’ll take you home.

Laurent: Anna, where are you?

Laurent: I can’t find you. Are you okay?

Laurent: Please answer. I’m getting worried.

Laurent: Did something happen? Should I call someone?

Guilt washed over me like a wave. He sounded genuinely concerned, not angry or demanding. Just worried and caring about my safety.

Unlike Roman, who’d just dragged me out of there without asking what I wanted.

My fingers moved across the screen.

Me: I’m so sorry. An emergency came up. I had to leave suddenly. I’m fine, promise. Sorry for bailing.

“You’re texting him.”

Roman’s voice was flat, controlled. But I heard the edge underneath. The barely restrained anger.

“I have to,” I said defensively, not looking up from my phone. “After the way I bailed on him, it’s the least…”

“The least what?” His voice was stern now. “The least you can do for the man who took you to a sex club on a first date?”

“I wanted to go, okay?” I put my phone in my lap and turned to face him. “And it’s unfair leaving him all alone because you’re the one who dragged me out of there.”

“For your own good.”

“Oh, please.” My voice rose. “Don’t act like you were being noble h’ou were jealous.”

His hand slammed against the steering wheel. “Damn right I was

His eyes were fixed on the road, but there was fury in every line of his body.

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“You have no business being in a club like that,” he said through gritted teeth.

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“And yet you were in the same club,” I shot back. “You’re not so morally upright, Roman. You’re not better than Laurent. In fact, everyone there seemed to fear and respect you, which tells the you frequent that place often.”

His hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles going white again. But he said nothing.

“How do you even know about that club?” I pressed.

“I know the owner.” The words came out clipped.

“Of course you do.” I crossed my arms. “Do you go there often?”

“I haven’t been there in three months.”

“Three months, huh.”

I let that sit between us for a moment. Three months wasn’t that ong. What had he been doing there three months ago? Who had he been with?

The thought made me curious.

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