The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 29

　　Evelyn had been numb when Roman had arrived. She'd cursed her stupid body for reacting to him but had been too scared to open her mouth.

　　No, not scared. It wasn't worth it to start arguing with Roman now when he had given her yet another reason to hand in her notice.

　　Her copy of the contract was on her nightstand. She couldn't take her eyes off it while the shower was running.

　　It was still dark outside, unlike Thursday when he'd left after sunrise. Either their Fridays were still the same or she had been played.

　　It was like sleeping with two different people. Thursday's Roman had been nothing like this. Thursday's Roman hadn't made her feel used.

　　Not until he had walked out, anyway.

　　They'd had this discussion before. He'd said she could have friends over if he vetted them first, and she'd been adamant she wasn't going to let him do that to any of her friends. But to make this U-turn out of the blue was such a dick move.

　　Brendan never came into the house, she always met him at the gate. Why would that be a problem? He had no idea who owned this place, and even if he was to come in, there was nothing in the house that would indicate that Roman owned the house.

　　No pictures, no mail.

　　He was a fucking ghost who came by only at night to fuck and didn't leave anything behind.

　　And she was the secret he went through all of this trouble to hide.

　　The shower stopped and she composed herself. The moment he left, she was going to read that contract properly and write her notice.

　　It was time.

　　She couldn't live like this anymore.

　　When she heard him come into the bedroom and move around, she kept her back to him.

　　"Once you've read that contract, make sure you put it somewhere safe," Roman said.

　　"Sure."

　　"And make sure you follow the rules this time, Evelyn."

　　"Of course."

　　What else could she say?

　　"The car's got a full tank, but I'm leaving the bank card for your expenses downstairs."

　　She almost snorted. Of course he was giving her back the card.

　　"No problem," she answered.

　　There was a long pause and she almost turned around to see what he was doing. But she kept her gaze on the contract waiting. It was her ticket to freedom.

　　Because that was how it was now. She needed to be free because Roman broke her heart every single time he came here.

　　"You haven't said a word about your university paperwork," Roman said.

　　"What can I say? Thank you," she said.

　　"I wanted to make things easier for you. You're my responsibility and I don't want you to struggle."

　　Wow. His responsibility?

　　Roman sounded like he knew she was pissed off and was trying to justify himself.

　　"Thank you."

　　"Most women would have been happier with that gesture "

　　Just how many women had he done this for? The reminder that he could have several other women if he wanted stung and she had to bite her lips to stop herself from asking about that.

　　"I'm sure there would be," she answered.

　　'Of course,' she replied.

　　What she needed was a good night out with her friends to take her mind off all of this. Why she had ever thought she had a chance with Roman was a mystery to her, but now she had to pay the price of repairing her broken heart.

　　'I'll pick you up early. Maybe lunchtime."

　　She was about to tell him it was okay when she remembered Roman's words. But how had he even known anyone had been here?

　　Did he have cameras here? She didn't think Roman would do that but... He was a wealthy man and this was an expensive house. She stood up and inspected the walls but didn't see anything. But still, she felt mildly violated.

　　'It’s okay, I'll meet you at your apartment,' she replied.

　　Then she picked her contract and empty coffee cup up to rush to the house.

　　There was no way she was staying here now. First, her trust had been shaken when she'd realised how easy it was for him to have a hundred other girls just like her. Now there could be cameras that she didn't know about?

　　She was packed and ready to go an hour later. After the weekend she would go and finish helping her parents pack up and meet the mortgage advisor again, so at least she didn't have to come back here.

　　One of the papers with the contract had the information for the taxi firm. A fancy one that she'd never heard of, so it probably wasn't listed and was for people like Roman. It was quite easy to get through and order a taxi, and she was surprised when it arrived at her gate on time, without calling for directions.

　　She'd been right about how exclusive it was. It was as shiny and expensive as her house, she didn't even feel comfortable putting her bag down.

　　It was for the best that she was leaving. Living like this was something she would never get used to.

　　'Coming early. We can hang out until tonight.'

　　'Great! Can't wait.'

　　For a moment she wondered again if she was leading him on. But Brendan hadn't made a move yet so she hadn't needed to have the 'just friends' talk. She was sure it would be perfectly fine to hang out and crash at his house again.

　　At least she wouldn't feel like someone was watching her there.