Seriously? I don’t want to talk to him. It’s one thing to message him, but to hear his voice…? I don’t think I’m that strong. I can’t fall back into him. I just got him to leave. He might be in Mexico but I have to wonder how much work he actually gets done, because he’s constantly messaging and calling me.
I waver between calling him and telling him tofuck offover a text message. Curiosity gets the better of me, though. I need to know where these cameras are. Which is why I find myself pressing the green call button next to his name.
“Mi alma, that was some show you put on.” His voice comes through deep, raspy.
“Are there cameras in my bathroom, E?”
“I miss you,” he says, instead of answering my question.
I sigh into the phone. “I don’t like being watched, E.”
“You just made yourself come, knowing full well I was watching, Evie. I think you like being watched,” he says, sounding cocky and self-assured.
“I was proving a point,” I tell him.
“What point was that?”
“That I don’t need you to give me pleasure. I am more than capable of making myself feel good. And if I wanted to, there are plenty of men in the world who would be willing to pleasure me too, so you can stop sending me gifts of the vibrating kind.”
“Mi alma, any man stupid enough to touch what’s mine will find themselves missing a head,” Emmanuel growls. “As for the gifts, it’s my money and I’ll spend it how ever I please. Spending it on you just happens to be what pleases me the most. There’s also the fact that I know you were picturing me while you were shoving that dildo up your cunt.”
I gasp. There is no way he knows what I was thinking. “Nope, I was not thinking about you at all. Your ego really is too big, E.” I turn the phone on speaker, set it on the vanity, and slide the slip down my body. “Are there cameras in this bathroom or not?”
“No, there isn’t,” he says.
“Thank you. I want all of them removed. And that lackey you have following me around, send him home.”
“Enrique is one of my best lieutenants, Evie. He is not a lackey. He also won’t be going anywhereunless you want me to come back already?” There’s hope in Emmanuel’s voice. He wants me to say yes.
“No. We can’t keep doing this, E. We need to stop. You need to stop,” I whisper.
“I would, if I truly believed you wanted me to. You don’t want me to stop, Evie. You just need time to come to terms with what we are.”
“And what are we?” I ask.
“Endgame, mi alma. You are my ending.”
I cut the call, because I don’t know what to say to that. Step into the shower stall, fall to the floor, and let the water wash over me. I never should have gotten involved with Emmanuel. Charlotte warned me and I didn’t listen. I thought it was harmless flirting that would lead to one night of really great sex.
This… It’s so much more than that. It’s too much, and I’m scared I’m going to break more than I already have.
By the time I get out of the shower, there’s a new message on my phone.
E:
You can run, but you can’t hide from me. I see you, Evie. I see all of you, and you’re fucking amazing.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The image of Evie fucking herself with a dildo won’t leave my mind. It has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I know she was trying to prove a point to me, insist that she didn’t need me. It failed on her part, though, because I know she was thinking of me when she came. I didn’t need to be there. She closed her eyes and pictured me.
I wish I could see just what she was picturingso I could make whatever fantasies run through her head come true. For now, I’ll have to wait. I’ve had to fly back to Las Vegas. Alejandro called and said he was able to get the list out of Evie’s mother without much fight.
I was surprised it was that easy for him. I honestly thought she’d deny any wrongdoing. According to him, she seemed broken and lost. Quickly rattled off the names of everyone who paid her to have her daughter—her words.
I said I wouldn’t kill the woman, but fuck do I want to. What kind of mother does that to their child?
When I think about what Evie went through, a rage like I’ve never felt before courses through me. It’s feral. Which is why I’m starting my vengeance for her with the fucking doctor who took her rights to choose away. I know that sounds hypocritical coming from me, considering I’m not giving her the opportunity to choose a life without me in it. I’ve never pretended I was perfect, though.
