CHAPTER VII
Evan
I send her on her way even though it’s the last thing I want to do. If it was up to me, we’d continue where we started last night. I feel like I only got a faint taste of what could be between us. This was nothing, just a start, and at the same time it was everything I could ask for.
I want more. Her surrender tastes as luscious as expected, if not better. She surprised me, too. I didn’t expect her to be so compliant so quickly. Such a twisted little thing. It was like she has just been waiting to be handled by me. She danced like a puppet, and I was the puppet master controlling her strings. The way she went along with our play was surprisingly smooth. Yet, she still has a lot to learn, and I want to be the one to lead her down the road of submission.
She’s a perfect match for me. But with her strong will, I expect more resistance when I start to really push her boundaries.
If she lets me.
I put matters into her hands for a reason. While I enjoy chasing after what belongs within my touch, I don’t like to do all the work if it’s not appreciated.
There’s a thin line between too little and too much. If she becomes too clingy, too desperate for my attention, I know I will get tired of her quickly. But I don’t expect that to happen with her. She’s too conflicted, too stubborn and strong. What happened last night was new for her and she’ll need some time to process it.
I, on the other hand, am as smitten as can be. As soon as she left, I found myself sitting in the restaurant on the uppermost floor of the hotel sipping on my usual black coffee and smiling like a dumbass.
Be careful. Don’t let another one latch onto that stony heart of yours.
I have to keep my head clear. She’s fun. She’s fucking sexy, enticing, delicious, and there are a million things I want to do to her. But I have to stay clear of emotional trouble. It’s destructive. I can’t have that.
But just as that thought crosses my mind, I’m reminded of another thing that makes her so alluring to me.
She has no idea who I am.
Not only does she not care about my money, she doesn’t even know that I have any, and she also doesn’t know anything about me or my background. Of course, that’s subject to change. I won’t be the one to tell her, but with the life I’m leading, things can’t stay a secret forever, and she would have to live under a rock not to find about everything sooner or later. If I’m lucky, it will later rather than sooner. I’d like to have the chance for us to get to know each other without that shit interfering.
Dating Sheila left a mark on my life in more than one way. I wouldn’t say that I regret being with her. Only weak people regret their own decisions. But I could do without the repercussions that came with it. I’d hate for them to impact my chances with Nicky.
When I turned my back on Nicky and left her standing there in front of that club, leaving the decision up to her whether or not to follow me or to stay there, I wasn’t sure about anything. I saw that I had an effect on her, it was obvious. But there was no certainty. Nicky left me wondering. She made me feel the same insecurity that I’m sure feels normal to most people in situations like these. But I’m not most people. I always get the girl, and usually I don’t even have to put in much effort.
It wasn’t until she showed up almost half an hour later that I knew I had won her, at least for the night. She had made up her mind by the time she walked through the door of that shisha bar. I could tell, because it was written all over her beautiful face.
I take another sip of my coffee as I scan the city below. Somewhere down there, Nicky is driving home with one of my drivers. I know her kind, and I know that she despises being spoiled like this, being subjected to a lifestyle that disgusts her for no good reason.
She’ll have to endure a lot more of that if she agrees to become mine.