Series: Unhealthy Obsessions Series by Sam Crescent
Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Part of her brain told her to forget about this and just let it go. She didn’t need to know what Evander did for a living. She didn’t need to know anything, did she? But a tiny part of her brain craved the knowledge, no matter how bad it may be. Lies infected a relationship, and she didn’t want that with Evander. She was ready to not like what he did and still accept it. How bad could it be?
She blew across her hot chocolate and waited. Her mind threw every scenario there was, and at two in the morning, she wasn’t any closer to sleep when Evander finally walked into the house. Like so many other times before, she heard him type in a code. He was a man that cared about his security. He stepped closer and then stopped, and she had a feeling he was already aware she was there.
“I thought you would be in bed,” he said.
Callie stood, and she watched as his gaze roamed her body, from her tits down to her exposed thighs, and back up again.
“I’m not tired,” she said.
Her stomach was twisted into knots, because she didn’t know what to say. If she pushed, he could push her away, and that was the last thing she wanted. Her insecurities flared strong.
“You wanted to wait up for me?” he asked.
Callie looked at him and knew it would be easy to fall into his arms, just forget about this, but she wanted to make this real. Forever.
“What do you do?” she whispered.
There was nothing nine-to-five about this man, especially as it was two in the morning, and he didn’t even carry a briefcase. He lived in luxury, but mostly carried a black duffel bag, and didn’t give the businessman vibe. At least Guy’s Titties had provided her with that kind of knowledge.
“I think we should go to bed,” he said.
Callie knew there was a chance he would try to stop this, so she pulled her negligee over her head. The truth was, she had no idea what she was doing. Standing completely naked and vulnerable to him, she stared in his eyes. Evander didn’t waver.
“I’m yours,” she said. “Every single part of me belongs to you. There is no part of me I will hide. I’ll be open and honest with you. All I ask in return, is that you be the same with me. You should trust that I won’t run away screaming from the man you are. Really are.”
This time, she didn’t waver, not even as he took a step toward her, then another. She kept her gaze locked on him. There was no reason to look away. Evander was not going to hurt her. The heat in his eyes told her the only risk was being fucked until she couldn’t remember her name.
She waited.
He stood right in front of her, and there was no denying he smelled so damn good. A mix of masculinity with the darkness of the night. She wanted to reach out and touch him, instead, she put her hands at the base of her back, and she knew it pushed her tits out even more. Callie wasn’t even trying to tempt him, but it felt like she was being seductive. She tilted her head to the side.
“Do you think you’re ready to know who I am?” he asked.
“You’re not a businessman. I know them. You’re something else,” she said. “And no, I don’t think vampire or otherworldly being. I think you’re something more.”
He chuckled, reached out, cupped her cheek, and she turned her head to kiss the inside of his palm.
“The question is, Evander, do you trust me enough to tell me the truth and keep me around?”
Both his hands cupped her face, and he tilted her head back to look at him.
“You’re smart,” he said.
“Or stupid.”
“No, you’re not stupid. You know I won’t hurt you, and you know I’m not who I say I am.” He took possession of her lips. “I’m not a good man.”
In between each kiss, he told her exactly who he was.
“I kill people.”
Another kiss.
“Bad people, most of the time.”
And his lips were creating havoc with her senses.
“I do it for money.”
And Callie was not shocked, nor was she scared. This made sense to her, and she ran her hands up his chest. Most women might be afraid, almost terrified, but she wasn’t most women.
Evander could have killed her back in that alley, but he didn’t. He removed her from an awful life, gave her a taste of this one, and the truth was, she was falling for him.
There was nothing more intoxicating than a man who would take care of his woman, and she felt like she was his.
Chapter Eight
“I still can’t believe how well you took everything yesterday,” he said. “You have no idea the weight off my shoulders now.”