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My dad sent me a text earlier saying to call him, so I make a quick call and then I am off to watch my little princess sleep. In person. I’ve waited for this day for months, and I will make sure I see it through.

My dad answers in a few short rings.

“Hey, son, got a job for ya.”

You have to be fucking kidding me. A job now? Why the fuck would my dad send me out on a job when he knows I’ve got a deadline to meet. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I guess I got that quality from him.

“When do I start?”

“Tomorrow,” he states dryly.

“Where?”

“Meet me at the jet, we’ll be flying to Texas for this one. I sent you the details already.” The line goes dead.

I open my email to review the file to get the remaining job details. Fuck him.

I swear to god my dad will do anything to make sure I end up with that stupid whore. He knows that I have been successful recently, given that I have been less of an asshole since Evelyn let me taste her in the woods. He needs to know that I won’t marry Lacey. Fuck her.

A couple of months ago, I thought I would find anyone else to fulfill the role, but now I fear there is only one woman who could satisfy me— Evelyn.

If I have to pick a wife, she will be the one to do it: her gorgeous body and her hesitant behavior.

I head downstairs to the gym to clear my head.

* * *

I finish my workout and hop into the shower. I placed my head against the tile and let the water wash down my body.Two weeks.That’s how long he said the job will take. We have to locate seven men and have them dead. Doesn’t matter how; they just need to be dead, except for one. He wants one to be brought back for questioning. I know who the lucky bastard will be. Bastian Cross. That motherfucker can be tortured for years for all I care.

What I do care about is the fact that I will have to leave Evelyn for two weeks. I don’t know when I started being this fucking psychotic, but I can’t control myself. I am willing to bend the knee for her, even to the point of killing for her. Something I haven’t done since my mother and sister passed away. It’s a shame I was too fucking late for them, but I’ll be damned if I am too late for Evelyn. I need to keep her safe.Hidden. Once word gets out that I have staked a real claim on her, she will be used against me. That’s what men do. They identify your weaknesses and exploit them against you.

I always told myself that I would never let a woman be my weakness, but here we are. I will do anything to have her. I pull myself from my obsessive thoughts and turn off the water.

I step out of the shower and dry myself off, peering at her through the doorway. I quickly grab my phone and send a text to one of my security guards to pick up some clothes for Evelyn from her house and deliver them before morning. I don’t want her to have to wear dirty clothes home tomorrow.

I crawl into bed next to Evelyn. She curls up next to me, still sound asleep. I close my eyes and let the scent of coconuts consume me. She’s so intoxicating. I smile to myself as I let the darkness consume me yet again.

* * *

“Good morning,” I greet Evelyn as she emerges onto the main floor.

“Good morning.. How did you get my clothes here?”

“I know a guy.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes at me, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“You had someone break into my house?”

“I have a key.” She glares at me as if that is the worst thing I have ever done. She doesn’t know the half of it.

“So what are we doing today?” Her tone is cheery, as if she has finally given up on being mad at me. This is going to fucking suck. I should enjoy her good mood while it lasts, but I know it won’t. So I get straight to the point.

“I have some things I need to do. I’ll be dropping you off at your housesoon.”

Her smile falls, and she looks at the ground in front of her.

“Hey, it’s nothing personal. I’m just a busy man.” A vague answer is all I can offer. I wish I could tell her more.

She signs and nods as she goes to scoop her bag off the island.