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Chapter 33
Evan
I’ve been staring blankly at my laptop screen for the past hour, yet I couldn’t tell you what’s on it. My mind, my thoughts are all consumed by one image. Anais. And the things she let me do to her. Christ, it was obscene. The way her pussy opened up for me, the way she willingly indulged my curiosity… No. Not happening.
Last night after our weekly boys’ get together, I somehow found myself outside Anais’s door. Harrison had practically begged me to go to Elite, but after Anais and her calculated show of indifference before leaving the office, I knew exactly where I’d end up.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to reassure the brat – we’re not a couple and never will be – but the sad look in those lilac eyes had me driving to her apartment and knocking on her door before I could think better of it.
The relief on her expression when she opened the door should’ve been my cue to leave. But then I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her potent scent, and I was done for. Before I knew it, I was acting out some of my filthiest fantasies. And Anais, in all her innocence, let me.
I groan as the image of her playing with her clit flashes in my mind. Her fingers playing with her clit, while I watched her cunt open up. Truthfully, of all the women I’ve fucked, nothing compares to last night. It was, by far, the most erotic experience of my life. And then when I sucked our orgasm from her, and spat it in her mouth, something shifted. The crazy thoughts entering my mind scared me enough I was out of her bed and leaving as abruptly as I’d arrived.
The sad look on her face as I got dressed nearly had me climbing back into bed with her. But I didn’t. Couldn’t. It would only lead to more complications. We were already on a slippery slope, heading for a destination neither of us were ready for. I wouldn’t give her false hope. I wasn’t a complete asshole. I kissed her temple and tucked her into bed before I left. And though it would never be enough, it was something.
The door to my office bursts open, snapping me out of my thoughts. My gaze narrows when my father walks in uninvited, a smug smirk on his face. He knows how much I hate it when he barges inside without warning.
“Good morning, son,” he drawls, settling into one of my visitor chairs.
I lean back in my leather seat, running a finger across my bottom lip, as I eye him. “Say whatever it is you came here to say.”
He chuckles, unfazed by my attitude. “Hey now, can’t I visit my favorite son.”
“I’m your only son,” I deadpan, my lips twitching.
He grins wider, flashing his straight white teeth. “There’s a charity gala I need you to attend on Friday. I’d go myself, but I promised your mother a weekend getaway, at the Caribbean house.”
“That’s a long way to go for a weekend,” I point out.
“We leave Friday morning, and we’ll be back Monday evening.” He waves me off. “Not that it matters. I donated one of our pieces and I need someone there to represent us.”
“How come I didn’t know about this?”
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Because I donated it yesterday. You’d already left for the day by the time I came by your office.” He says pointedly. I nod, unwilling to tell him I wasn’t in the mood for work after Anais’s dismissaland left shortly after she did. “I trust you can find a date with such short notice?” he asks, curiosity shining in his eyes.
For one brief moment of insanity, I think about asking Anais. Then I remember the press will be there. It might also give Anais the wrong impression.
I shake my head. “Nah, I’ll go solo.”
Rising from his chair, he runs a hand down his tie. “Very well. You can expect the usual. Dinner. Pictures. Networking.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s not my first event. I think I can handle it,” I drawl sardonically.
He grins, a hint of pride in his expression. “Well, enjoy. I won’t see you until I get back from my trip. If anything comes up, I’ll be checking emails.”
I smirk. “Mom won’t be happy.”
“No, but she loves me and at this point in our marriage, she knows what to expect.” He turns, heading to my door and throwing over his shoulder. “Speaking of your mother, give her a call. She says she hasn’t seen you and has barely heard from you since Sunday lunch.”
And with that, he leaves, slamming the door behind him. But not before I get a small glimpse of Anais’s hair outside. I exhale a breath. One look at her and my chest tightens. Alarm bells blare in my head, warning me. When did just seeing her become a need? I push the thought aside.
I can deal with that another day.
I hate these events.
