Page 19 of Accepted Precedent
“You’re not going to fuck me in a changing room,” I laugh, rolling my eyes at the suggestion. He doesn’t react, other than a rare smile threatening to make an appearance at the corner of his lips. “Right?”
Chapter 9
Mickey
Letting Evelyn squirm is one of my new favorite recreational activities. As much as I love the idea of her bracing herself on a fitting room mirror while I fill her, it wouldn’t be enough. The last twenty-four hours changed everything. Finn was a fucking idiot for suggesting I chase after the one woman I want but can’t have. I’ll need to avoid any and all fitting rooms with my little brat.
Evie will require a few new dresses and pantsuits—which I’m happy to buy for her—but despite my suggestion earlier, there is no way in hell I’ll shop for wedding dresses with her today. One glance at her in white lace and I’ll steal her away and marry her myself. She will, however, need a ring.
Moments after our food arrives, my phone vibrates in the breast pocket of my jacket. I apologize to Evie before checking it.
Finn
Please send me Kristin Proctor’s contact information.
I ask Evelyn for it and forward to Finn. About to stow my phone, it vibrates with another incoming text.
And keep your cock in your trousers.
I smile to myself and place the phone screen-down on the table.
Evie takes a bite of her omelet and moans, “Fuck, that has to be one of the best I’ve had in years.”
I can’t help asking, “The food or this morning?”
“Both,” she admits, sipping her mimosa with a sigh. “It can’t happen again. Andrew and I agreed we wouldn’t sleep with anyone while we’re married… including you.”
My brows furrow. “Do you think I’m only with Andrew because of sex?” She’s about to reply, but I double down, “Fuck, Evie, I don’t care if I sleep with either of you for the next few years, it won’t make you any less mine.”
“I won’t deny you love Andy, but how can you make these kinds of declarations after one night?”
“Because I’ve always wanted you. What we did was…” I rake a hand through my hair. “Fuckin’ hell, I don’t know what it was, but it sure as hell wasn’t just sex. Once we get Andrew his seat, I want both of you—more than just in my bed.”
Evie hums skeptically as she takes a long drink of her mimosa. “Isn’t that a little, I don’t know, greedy?”
“How is it greedy when I’ll never take anything from you?”
I take my time eating my bacon as she asks, “You think you didn’t take something from me already?” Lowering her voice, she adds, “I had an almost threesome with my best friend andhis boyfriend… and the best orgasm of my life. How am I supposed to not feel something after that?”
“It’s going to be a rough few years, but you’ll have each other. And when the timing’s right, you’ll both be mine.” She looks away, but I tilt her chin to bring her bright eyes back to mine. She’s been hurt so many times, and I refuse to let her believe I’d do the same. “Until then, I’ll still be yours.” I glance over to the arsehole who can’t keep his eyes off Evelyn and drop my hand. She’s right—he could cause problems for us. “It’s my responsibility to take care of the people I love.”
“Isn’t that taking your Daddy kink a little far?” she chuckles, slicing into her omelet with the side of her fork.
“It isn’t a kink, angel. It’s—how should I put this—more of a relationship dynamic with Andrew and me. I get off on his pleasure, and he gets off handing over control to me. It isn’t only in the bedroom, and it’s not just an honorific for me.”
Evelyn freezes with her fork halfway to her mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I didn't know.”
“I’m not offended.” I lean in and whisper, “But it doesn’t matter what you call me—you’re now mine to take care of, even if we can’t be together for a while.”
“You want to take care of everyone, but when was the last time you let someone take care of you?”
My heart swells as a smirk tilts my lips. “You want to take care of me, darlin’?”
“What is that saying? You can’t pour from an empty cup.” She finally takes a bite, stifling a moan as she chews. “Andy will bemy husband for a few years. Like you said, we’ll be able to lean on each other. Who’ll be there for you?”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” Famous last words, but there’s no alternative.
We finish breakfast, and as we leave, I take her hand in mine, not giving a fuck about her ex. Without photographic evidence, he’ll look like a scorned arsehole if he goes to the press. After getting my car from the valet, I drive Evelyn to one of the designer boutiques in town. She protests the entire time, but her typical blazer, trousers, and button-down shirt won’t poll well with some voters. It’s incredibly sexist, but she reluctantly agrees to try on a few things.
