The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Panic welled up in her chest as she looked at the table she had set with so much care.-

Was it a date if two people who regularly fucked sat down and ate a meal together? Dates were against the rules. But it didn’t matter anyway when she knew the conversation she intended to have was definitely breaking the rules.

“No, not a date,” she answered. “It’s my dinner time. Since you said you were coming at six, I just... Never mind.”

“You know the rules, Evelyn.”

The disappointment in his voice squeezed her chest. Yes, she knew all the fucking rules.

“If you’re not pregnant, and I’m not here to fuck you, then what else is there to talk about.”

Her shoulders sagged. Nothing. There was nothing to talk about. Sex was clearly just sex for him if he couldn’t fathom talking to her about anything else.

“Nothing, I guess,” she answered.

“I have work to do, Evelyn, and you’re saying you called me over for nothing?”

She dared to look back at him and saw the anger in his blue eyes. Why would anyone be so angry when all she had done was cook him a meal?

“I’m sorry I wasted your time,” she murmured.

“This life you’re living doesn’t come cheap. I can’t stop working on your whims, Evelyn. This isn’t a relationship; I shouldn’t have to remind you of the rules.”

Roman had always been an intimidating man. He was cold and ruthless, according to some of the things she had read about him. But with her, he’d always seemed different. Though she was essentially his whore, she hadn’t felt like one until recently because he had never treated her like one.

Now she felt very much like a whore.

She had been stupid to think she could talk to him about their future when he saw her as nothing more than a bed warmer. Property he owned that he could discard at any time. The cracks in her heart widened.

She was numb when she looked away from him.

“I apologise,” she said again. “I’ll see you out and then have my dinner before it gets cold.”

She made to walk past him when he grabbed her arm to stop her.

“I’m here now, Evelyn. Maybe do the job I’m paying you to do before I go back home.”

She didn’t look up at him as he spoke. The lyrics to an old song played back in her head. ‘Once a whore you’re nothing more...’ It was true. She would always be a whore to him. If he ever got a girlfriend or a wife, it would never be her or someone like her.

“Okay,” she murmured.

She made to leave the room but he pulled her back.

“In here,” he said.