He pulls out quickly, and then he’s spilling his seed all over my ass.
Rolling me over so I’m lying flat on my back, Emmanuel covers me with his body as his lips press against mine. “I will never tire of fucking you, mi alma,” he says. They’re not the sweetest words, and yet, they have a way of making me feel more cherished, more loved than I ever have before. “I’m going to run a bath.”
I then watch as Emmanuel climbs off the bed and walks naked into the adjoining bathroom. “Youknow, you spoil me. Who is going to run my baths when I go home?” I call out after him.
Emmanuel’s head pops around the doorframe. “Easy. Don’t go home.”
I laugh off his suggestion. Because, unfortunately,not going homeisn’t an option for me. He’d get bored with me eventually or find out the secrets he’s desperate to know.
Emmanuel disappears into the bathroom, and I lie here staring up at the ceiling. I don’t know what to say to him. I have no doubt he’s serious, and if I said I wanted to stay, he’d make it happen. I can’t put that on him, though. It’s best that we end this thing after the week I promised him.
I shift onto my side, reach for my phone, and scroll through my emails. When I find my latest bank statement, I open it. It’s not something I check often. Bookkeeping is the worst part of my business and my personal finances—well, they’re not much better. I hate anything to do with budgeting and accounting.
I do, however, make sure there’s always enough money in my account for a rainy day and that my bills are paid. That is what being an adult is all about, right?
When I open my bank statement, I blink and then zoom in on the document.That’s not right.
Closing out of my emails, I log into my bankingapp and, sure enough, the number with all the zeros remains on my balance.
“What the fuck?” I mutter as I sit up and click into the account. This money isn’t mine. Someone’s made a mistake.
But when I scroll down a little, and see a deposit from Lopez Enterprises, I know it’s not a mistake. Well, not a bank mistake. It’s anEmmanuel mistake. Jumping off the bed with my phone in my hand, I storm into the bathroom.
“What the hell, E? Is this for real?” I yell at him, turning my phone screen around so he can see it.
“Yeah, I was wondering when you were going to notice that.” He smiles proudly, as if he’s done something good.
“I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am, but I am not a whore. You can’t pay me for services rendered. I’m not some trophy you can pay to go along with whatever the fuck you’re doing.” I’m yelling. I have no doubt that the entire estate can hear me.
“When have I ever treated you like a whore, Evie?” he asks me.
I wave the phone in the air. “Right now. This,” I say. “I don’t want your money. I don’t need your money. You can shove it right where the sun doesn’t shine. I’m sending it back.”
Emmanuel closes the distance between us. His hand snatches the phone from my grip and he throws it onto the counter. “You. Are. Not. A. Whore,” he repeats, emphasizing every word. “You. Are. Mine.My girlfriend. And if I want to give my girlfriend access to fucking money, I will.”
I shake my head back and forth. “I don’t want it.”
“Too fucking bad. I’m not having you need for a single thing, Evie. Try to send it back. I dare you.” He smirks.
Does he really think he can threaten me into keeping his money? Yeah, that’s not happening. One way or another, the twenty-five million dollars currently sitting in my bank account will be returned to sender.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The look on Evie’s face tells me she’s not at all intimidated by me. Which I both love and hate. It’s fucking frustrating as hell that she won’t just do what I want her to do. That money in her bank account is hers, though. I don’t care what she does with it. Let her try to send it back to me. She won’t be happy with the outcome.
“You know what? I think I want to have a bath by myself,”she says.
I look her up and down. Her nipples are hard. Her thighs are pressed together. “You sure about that?”
“Yep.” Moving to the side, Evie holds the door open for me. “Thanks for running the water.”
“Anytime, mi alma.” I don’t argue with her. If she wants to bathe alone, she’s welcome to do so. “Don’t touch yourself. I will know,” I warn as I step out.
Evie grumbles something that I don’t catch as she slams the door behind me. I hear the lock click into place and chuckle. She should know by now that no lock is going to keep me out if I want to get in.
I walk into the closet and get dressed. Evie loves her baths. Which means she’ll be in there for a while. I head downstairs and message Paz to meet me in my office. Ten minutes later, he arrives.
“Jefe?” He walks in and sits across from me on the sofa.
