Evie stares at me wide-eyed. “I… ah… it’s not sudden,” she insists. “I mean, it is. But really, we both know where this relationship is heading. I can’t stay away from you, E. And when I think about something bad happening to you, well, I don’t like it. At all. And I don’t want to have to be without you.” She sits down on the sofa. “I had a man approach me at the store today.”
“What?” I walk over to her. “What man?” I ask, ready to tearthis man’sfucking head off.
“He said he was an agent. Shawn Something. I don’t know. E, he had a folder he wanted me to look at and he wanted to talk about you. He mentioned you by name. He knew my name too, and he knew about my store burning down.” Her words come out fast, rushed. She’s panicking.
“Evie, mi alma, it’s okay. Slow down. What did you tell him?” I ask.
She glares at me. Snatching her hands out of mine as she stands from the sofa. “I didn’t tell him anything. Why would I tell him anything? I didn’teven look at the folder. I said I had no idea who he was talking about. I said I didn’t know you.”
“Good.” I sigh in relief.
“You think I’d talk to cops about you? Seriously? You were prepared to marry me and you don’t even trust me.” She waves her hands around the air.
“Iamgoing to marry you. But not because you’re scared of some douchebag agent. I’m going to marry you because you want to marry me, Evie,” I tell her.
I message Louie.
Me:
Hold on the judge.
Louie:
She come to her senses already?
Me:
No, I did.
I pocket my phone and look over at Evie. “We’re not getting married today. We will wait until you’re actually ready.”
“You just said yes. You said we could. What if they try to use me against you, E? What if I crack under pressure or something? If we’re married, they can’t use me to testify against you.”
“You’re not going to testify against me.” I laugh. I don’t tell her I know that because she’d be deadbefore she could. It’s not something I want to happen. “I trust you, Evie. You don’t need to worry about the feds.”
“I can’t go to jail, E. I don’t even look good in orange,” she says.
“You look good in any color. Come here.” I chuckle as I pull her into my arms. “I really should have just taken you up on the marriage offer, despite knowing you’d regret it.” I press my lips to the top of her head. “I want you to be my wife, Evie. And one day, you will be. But it’s not going to be because you feel like you have to. It’s going to be because you want to.”
“You should have. I might not experience this level of insanity again,” she mumbles against my chest.
“You know, we can start the honeymoon early. We have this suite and all,” I suggest.
Evie pulls back to look up at me. “Yeah? What do you have in mind?”
“Come with me.” I grab her hand and usher her into the bedroom. Walking behind her so I can unzip her dress before letting it fall to the floor. “Get on the bed.”
Evie takes her time climbing onto the mattress… with that ass of hers on full display.Fuck me.
“How do you want me?” she asks while glancing over a shoulder.
“On your back, legs spread open. I want to see you.” I step up to the edge of the bed.
Evie drops her thighs to the side, her pussy covered by a thin layer of pink lace. That isn’t going to do. Bending down, I retrieve the blade from my ankle. I climb between her legs. Evie’s eyes catch on the blade in my hand, watching me as I drag it up her inner thigh.
I bring the knife to the side of her panties. Evie doesn’t flinch as I slice through the material, or when I repeat the process on the other side. Dragging the blade up her abdomen, I reach the front of her bra and slice through that too. Her breasts fall free as the fabric parts.
“You are fucking perfect. And mine.”
