I grab my jacket from the back of the chair and slam the door behind me as I exit the house, my hard cock digging almost painfully against the zipper of my jeans with every step I take.
Fucking hell.Get yourself together.
I glance around quickly to make sure nobody is watching, then adjust myself, dragging my cock up in my boxers so the tip points upward. After that, I wipe my hand with the hanky I always carry—but it’s not enough.
You taste like her now. Smell like her.
A few of my men call out greetings as I stride towards the main house, and I nod curtly in response, not trusting my voice right now.
In my office, I head straight to the ensuite, wash my hands until the skin tingles, then splash freezing water on my face, needing the jolt to my system to bring me back to something approaching rationality.
When I return, I’m not even surprised to see Dhimitër waiting for me with raised brows. “You didn’t even acknowledge seeing me. What’s crawled up your ass?”
“If you knew playing around with my father would piss me off, why do it then? Eager for a response from me?” I ask calmly as I take my seat behind my desk. “I’m not the cause of your daddy issues, Dhimitër.”
“Fuck you,” he growls, though there's no real heat behind it. He slouches into the chair across from me. “Shefisaid you moved the girl into your house. What did you find last night?”
I hesitate, an unfamiliar protective instinct rising in my chest. If Dhimitër knows the truth about her identity, he’ll insist on punishing her. Or worse—trying to torture information out of her.
But that tactic won’t work on mygënjeshtarush.
She’s too well trained. Too strong.
Or maybe I just want to torture her another way. In my bed. With my mouth. With my cock?—
“Roan…”
“I got a lead on her identity,” I say carefully, tapping my index finger on the desk. “But I can’t be sure until Lorik does more investigation.”
“Did you find out her real name?” His gaze drops to my nervous tapping, and I force myself to stop and look directly into his eyes as I lie.
“No. I couldn’t find that out. But Lorik will be able to once I share her movements from last night with him.”
Dhimitër stares at me for a long moment, and I wonder if he can see through the deception. But finally, he sighs. “If anyone can find out her real identity, it’s Lorik.”
He believes me. Good.
I nod and pull out my phone, typing quickly.
I have a new task for you. Forget about looking into Mia Jorge. I want to know everything you can find about Katherine Pierce—she’s a federal agent. I want to know where she was born. Which school she went to. Everything. Don’t presume anything might be irrelevant.
I need to know everything about her so I understand what makes her tick. The fastest way to break her.
Not because I’m curious about her as a person. Definitely not that.
This is purely strategic.
I try to push Katie out of my head as I go through my day, but I find myself compulsively checking the security feeds in my house to monitor what she’s doing.
It’s to make sure she doesn’t snoop around. No other reason.
It certainly doesn't have anything to do with that scorching kiss we shared. Not at all.
Rafael finally sent me the contact information for two of his best architects, and I just closed up a promising interview with one of them. The other has me scheduled for tomorrow morning, but I feel genuinely good about the first one.
Finally, some progress on the restaurant project.
I’m not going to hire just one architect, though—I don't want the disappointment of the past few weeks to repeat itself. Redundancy is safety.
