The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel 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 just restless, but he could tell she had or was really close to breaking the rules of their arrangement. He was surprised 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.

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

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

　　So loud. So filthy. He would probably never get away with fucking her in inappropriate places because of that, but every time she got lost in herself like that made him feel like a king. Even now his dick was hard as he thought of that and he was trying 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 this.

　　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. There was no one 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. The only house close enough was used by his security team, and they knew him well enough to be discreet. He could fuck 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 drove to the underground parking for his apartment he was ready to sleep.

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

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

　　The sun was shining through his glass wall when he opened his eyes again and he was still rock hard. It would have been more convenient to stay with her so he could just roll over and fuck 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 fucking morning and night. He’d stand under the icy sting of the water until his cock started to behave so he could go about his day without embarrassing himself.

　　An hour later, he’d had his breakfast and was in his home office with 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 was just showing his controlling nature. But he didn’t give a fuck. He hadn’t come this far by letting others tell him how to run his business.

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

　　‘We need to talk.’

　　His heart sank. This was happening sooner than he had expected. She would tell him she had fallen in love with him and he’d tell her to move out by the end of the month. This was it. Fuck.

　　Maybe he was reading too much about it. Maybe 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 paid her. Maybe she just wanted a repeat. Evelyn was quite insatiable and matched his appetites perfectly. He was ready to fuck 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. If she was pregnant then they had a very uncomfortable conversation to have.