He told me that he was the only one who would ever give me pleasure again. I guess this gift is his way of controlling my pleasure. Well, screw that. I don’t plan onwearing those panties, and if I want to pleasure myself, it’ll be with my trusty vibrator that has never let me down.
Before I can stop myself, I type out a reply to him.
Me:
Thanks, but no thanks. Don’t send me gifts.
E:
You can’t tell me what to spend my money on, mi alma. If I want to shower you with gifts, I will.
Me:
I threw it in the trash. I don’t need anything from you.
E:
I know. BTW, those roses by the door need water.
My brows draw down.How does he know I left the vase there?
I look around the kitchen as if the answer is going to just jump out and hit me in the face. Surprise, it doesn’t. But now that I’m talking to him, I don’t want to stop, which is a problem.
Emmanuel is like a bad drug habit I can’t break. It’s been two days since I’ve spoken to him. He’s messaged me and tried to call, and I’ve ignored all ofhis attempts. I figured he’d stop eventually and that it would all get easier.
Me:
How do you know the roses are by the door?
E:
I put cameras in your house.
My eyes widen. One thing I’ll give Emmanuel? He doesn’t lie to me. No matter how much I won’t like the truth, he still gives it to me. It’s refreshing and somewhat comforting.
Where the hell has he put the cameras? I search through the kitchen and can’t find anything that looks out of place. I don’t see any flashing red lights like they show in movies either.
Me:
Why would you put cameras in my house? That’s creepy and an invasion of my privacy.
E:
So I can watch over you. Protect you. You are mine, Evie. You don’t get to hide from me.
I stop the smile that started to form on my lips. I really do need to find a shrink because the fact that I find that endearing and hot isproblematic.
An idea comes to mind. I don’t understand why he’s still showing interest in me, but one thing we’ve always had is sexual chemistry. I honestly expected that to die down the second he found out about my past, and it might still. But right now, while he’s still interested, I’m going to beat him at this little game.
Me:
Where are the cameras, Emmanuel? Do you have them in my bedroom?
His response comes fast.
E:
No, I wouldn’t do that to you.
