The CEO's Dirty Little Secret

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 Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

have.

‘I’ll be there by six,’ he replied.

He went through his meeting without paying much attention to it and cursed himself for telling his

PA he could handle it himself since it was Saturday. She would have taken the minutes that he would

have reviewed another time. Now he’d have to set this meeting up for another day. The moment it

finished he was back in his car and driving out of the city again.

He stayed calm and drove within the speed limits even though he was itching to put his foot down.

Why would someone just say they needed to talk and not elaborate?

It was almost six when he drove back up the driveway he had not expected to return to for another

week, and Evelyn opened the door before he had even knocked.

She was dressed today so he knew immediately that this was not the usual kind of visit. She did

not want a repeat performance. Which left the other less appealing options.

She smiled as she let him in. Her smile was quite stunning and had been the initial reason he had

taken a second look. She smiled with her whole body, which was why he always knew when she was

faking it. She waited for him to hang up his coat before she spoke.

“Come through this way.”

The dress she wore was a short white one that skimmed her curves and just hinted at the

treasures underneath. Evelyn’s body was a masterpiece. Big round bottom, wide hips, tiny waist and a

sizeable chest. The stuff most wet dreams were made of. He would have backed her against the wall

and slipped into her if he hadn’t been worrying about what the hell she was about to tell him.

He followed without a word. Something smelled delicious, reminding him that he hadn’t been able

to stomach anything after her message.

“I made some dinner,” she said, looking back at him with a shy smile as she led him into the dining

room.

The table had been set for two with candles lit and flowers arranged in the middle. The lighting was

dim, setting the mood. He frowned as he looked at it, and the sinking feeling in his stomach told him

exactly why he was here.

“What do you need to talk about, Evelyn?” he asked calmly without sitting down at the chair he

indicated.

The smile left her face.

“I was...”

“Are you pregnant?” he asked directly.

“No.”

“Then why the fuck am I here on a Saturday evening?”

“I thought maybe... I wanted to cook for you.”

“Like a date?”

Evelyn clamped her mouth shut and looked away from him. He knew she was moments away from

breaking the fucking rules. This was over.