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 conver

Roman waited for about ten minutes before he picked his briefcase and the bottle of wine up from the passenger seat and got out of the car. The security team would have been watching him, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to claim he’d lost his damn mind. But he had. He'd lost it completely. It wasn’t even three in the afternoon yet. He’d had meetings lined up until five but here he was, ringing Evelyn’s doorbell. The moment he’d been told she was home he had cancelled everything, grabbed the new contract and drove Evelyn’s brand new car here. All because she hadn’t called him as he had expected after he had left her university papers. Had she even looked at them o

Was she buying it? Roman couldn’t tell. He had nothing against spending time with Evelyn every once in a while but he could already see that it would be a problem down the line. It felt too real.  And by the look on Evelyn’s face, this felt the same for her, too. It would be so easy to fall into this trap when she kept looking at him like that. But still, the contract lay uselessly on her lap. Her pen had hovered on it a few times and then she’d stopped. He was sitting right next to her and could feel her indecision every time she did that. She was overthinking this.  “Shall I top up your drink?” he asked.

Everything was as it should have been.  The contract was signed so all the bullshit was going to stop. The moment she actually read the contract of course.  Roman looked at the copy of the contract that had been placed on the side of his desk. Last night had been a dickish move, and this morning, taking her like that had been completely unnecessary.  But the first thing he had seen when he had opened his eyes was her stunning face and... Well, he wasn't a monk. He could be forgiven for continuing the charade even after he's gotten what he had gone there for.  But now he could put a stop to her visits to this boy without having to do anything drastic like follow her in there and punch the living s

"You look hot, Eve." She laughed at Brendan's comment as they walked down the road, sharing a box of greasy chicken and chips that had already started getting cold. Roman would never say she looked hot. He'd say exquisite or some other posh word.  That thought made the laughter die on her lips as she put a chip in her mouth.  "You've been like this all day. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or not? She pushed thoughts of Roman aside and concentrated on what was real.  "Nothing's wrong. But I still don't get what we're doing here. This isn't where we usually party."