Roman picked his napkin up and dabbed at his mouth.
Was this the game they were playing? He had expected those words at some point but he knew why she was saying them now.
This was how his little Evelyn was going to try to get out of her contract.
“Is that so?” he asked and then sipped his wine.
“And that’s it? You don’t have anything to say to me?”
What could he say? Only weeks ago he’d struggled with the idea of having to let her go once she voiced what was so clear in her eyes every time he visited her. But now? She had given him a reason to ignore her words the moment she had tried to run away from him. He supposed he could be thankful about that now even though she had caused him a lot of inconveniences when he had to find her and then follow her. He wouldn’t have had an excuse to keep her around before that.
Because he was keeping her.
Until he had enough of this arrangement, all her moans, all that fire that burned inside her, all her filthy words when he pushed her over the edge... All of it belonged to him.
A picture of his dad and Esther invaded his mind but he pushed it away. This wasn’t the same situation. He was in control of her and could easily walk away if he had to. Evelyn would never tie him down, and his name would never be linked with hers.
“No. I don’t have anything to say to you,” he answered.
The fake smile she had worn on her lips since she had opened the door for him fell off her lips. A little bit of fire showed in her eyes, but he saw her look away from him as if she was trying to calm herself down.
This was more like what he had expected. He had been a dick on purpose by leaving her stuck here and deserved whatever harsh words she wanted to throw at him. Just this once. She could take her frustrations out on him and they could try to move on from this nasty business.
“I thought I could handle it,” Evelyn said, her eyes on her wine glass. “In the beginning, even though you made me feel all these things, I thought I’d get used to it and learn to manage it. But I felt more. Everyday. And I knew I was breaking the rules, but I was going to tell you anyway because I thought there was a chance.”
She spoke quietly but every word brought a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Dread filled him because he heard the truth in every word.
“Love, Evelyn?” he chuckled. “Tell me what exactly you love about me.”
She met his gaze and the confusion was so clear on her face. So young and naive. Maybe it was a good thing she had met him because she would get to learn for herself that there was no such thing.
Love was a figment of one’s imagination. There was no logic to it and it was baseless. It was an excuse used by the fickle-minded to explain why they made stupid decisions, or why they stayed in unhappy relationships.
“I... You. I love everything about you,” Evelyn said.
“You love the way I fuck you,” he corrected, not caring that he was being crass. “You love the way I eat you out. You love the way you gag on my dick.”
“Roman_”
“You love everything I do to you, Evelyn. And I admit, it’s phenomenal. But loving me? That’s a lie because you don’t even know the first thing about me,” he continued. “So let me stop your games right now and tell you that it doesn’t matter what you tell me or do, I’m not letting you out of this contract. When the day comes when I’ve had enough of you, I will give you your notice. Until then, get comfortable because I think that’s going to take a while.”
The fire increased in her incredible emerald eyes until they were spitting at him.
“You know what? Maybe you’re right,” Evelyn snarled as she stood up. “Why would I fall in love with such an arrogant, heartless bastard like you?”
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