The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 22

　　Evelyn didn’t know how long she stood in the middle of the room like an idiot but when she wiped her eyes the final time, sunlight was already filtering into her room. She had shed enough tears over this man. He was so inconsiderate. What sort of person got rid of a car as if he was throwing away rubbish?

　　She threw the sheet back onto the bed before she walked to the ensuite. The room was still a little steamy from Roman’s shower and his subtle but expensive cologne still lingered in the air. She fought the urge to take in deep breaths but failed miserably. Roman always smelled so good. She would miss that warm scent with hints of sandalwood when she finally left him, even if he was such a controlling ass.

　　Last night she had been prepared to enjoy their last moments together as much as possible but after this conversation, she wasn’t sure she could.

　　She remembered the time her mother had worked to get her that second-hand car. Second-hand was putting it mildly, the old car had been through several owners before she’d got her hands on it. She and her dad had been worried sick about the long hours she had been putting in in all her jobs. It had been incredibly hard for her to balance her less hectic schedule working at a busy fashion retailer and then coming home to take care of her father so her mother could just rest when she got home.

　　And then one Saturday just before she had gone off to university, her mother had called her outside with a huge smile on her face. When she had shown her that old blue car with the shiny pink bow on the bonnet, her heart had melted. Once again her mother had put her above everyone else. That car was her pride and joy because it would always be a symbol of her mother's love for her. It was old but it was priceless.

　　But a man like Roman wouldn’t understand that. He didn’t have a sentimental bone in his body. Not everything was about money. Not everything could be bought.

　　By the time she’d showered and washed her hair she’d thought of a million different things she would do to him if he really had got rid of her car, and quickly dismissed all of them.

　　What could she do to him? He was filthy rich and could shut her up instantly the moment she caused any trouble. And that was the reason it had been foolish to fall in love with him in the first place. They were from two different worlds, and she would never survive a day in his.

　　Once she had wrapped a towel around her hair and put some fresh clothes on, she walked out of the bedroom. She was curious to see what Roman had left for her but she was dreading it, too. Though Roman had filled this house and her closet with expensive things, he never gave her presents because it was against his rules. This envelope probably contained all the money and bank cards that he had told her he would bring back. She would return it as it was the day she left.

　　The big envelope was on the sideboard in the entranceway, so she picked it up and headed to the kitchen to put the coffee maker on. While she waited for it to brew and decided what to make for breakfast, she looked at the envelope with her full name on the front in his bold handwriting. Miss Evelyn Bright. How did someone sleep with someone every week for over a year and still remain so formal? Like with his rules, he always showed his boundaries with his actions and words.

　　It was only when she had eaten and was on her second cup of coffee that she finally opened it. It wasn’t money. She frowned as she emptied the paperwork onto the kitchen island. It was all information about her nursing degree and schedules. Why would Roman have the details of her course? Nothing made sense until she saw the letter from the university admissions. The rest of her degree had been paid for anonymously. She didn’t need to apply for student loans.

　　She didn’t read anything else as the letter dropped from her fingers.

　　Roman had gone ahead and arranged her life anyway after she had asked him not to. This was asserting his control on a whole different level. It was one thing to do that in this house but out there? In the real world?