“What are you going to do, Evie? Does being mine scare you so badly?”
“Yes,” Evie admitted out loud to both of them. “You’re using me. You want to hurt them.”
“Not if it means hurting you. Believe me, Evie; why would I lie? I have nothing to gain except you, and that’s all I want.”
Evie shuddered as he continued to fuck her, leading her desire where he wanted it to go, taking the control away from her but giving her what she needed in return.
She moaned as his finger rubbed her clit hard while he drove inside of her harder. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him anymore than she was beginning to believe she would be able to leave him.
Her pussy began rippling in the beginning of her climax, and it was then she realized he hadn’t worn a condom. She had broken a rule of the club; she had fucked without a condom. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt both of them climax, stealing away her last chance of escape.
Somehow, someway, King had managed to steal his way into her heart, so she was going to take a chance and trust him. She had to at least give them a chance; she wanted that happily ever after just once for herself.
King stepped back from the window.
“It’s a good thing I’m not afraid of heights,” Evie joked, trying to make light of the connection she felt between them.
“I would never let you fall. I’ll always be there to catch you.” He picked her up, carrying her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He slid off her high heels like she was Cinderella then lifted her into the shower, turning the water on. They washed off in silence.
When King turned the water off, he pulled her from the shower. Evie then stood at the mirror while he brushed and blow-dried her hair. He treated her as if she was special, as if she meant something to him.
When he was finished, she turned back, taking his hand then leading him to his bed where she pushed him down onto it. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t use a condom.”
King’s hand reached out to play with a nipple. “I got carried away.”
“You don’t get carried away.”
“You on the pill?”
“No, implant.” Evie bent over his chest, laying her head down so she could hear his heartbeat.
“What are you doing?” She heard his rumbling laughter.
“Making sure you have a heart.”
“I have one.” He took her hand, placing it on his chest, his gunshot wound just a few inches higher.
Her head dropped to his chest again. “I don’t know how to love you, King, but I’m going to try.” She let her heart shine in her eyes for a brief glimpse, begging him silently not to hurt her, giving him her trust.
“Evie…” King’s voice softened. Neither one of them was used to exposing their hearts. Both of them were used to guarding them while wanting to reach out and take their own grasp at happiness.
Evie did something then she hadn’t allowed someone to do in years. He pulled her close, hugging her tight, while she wrapped her own arms around him, hugging him back just as tightly.
* * *
Evie woke when the first rays of sunlight started to rise from the sky. Sliding quietly out of bed, trying not to wake King, she went into the bathroom.
Remembering her phone, she went into the other room to get it; she wanted to make sure Penni hadn’t left her any messages after their fiasco of clubbing.
She crossed the room, picking up her skirt and top from the floor before going to the couch where she picked up her purse, accidently knocking down the folder King had packed into the apartment with them.
She wasn’t going to read them; she had found out everything she already needed to know. She slid the papers back into the folder, rising to her feet, and she was about to set them down when King startled her.
“What are you doing?”
Evie smiled at him tenderly.
“You couldn’t even do it one day, could you?”
“What?” Evie asked, confused as to why he was becoming angry.
King motioned to the folder she still had in her hand. “Snooping again? By now you should know I don’t keep anything for you to find in the apartment. Didn’t Rabbit tell you yesterday I was getting out of the business?”
“You’ve been watching me? That’s how you knew I was at the nightclub last night?”
“Of course, why would I trust you?” King snapped.
Evie felt as if a hole had been drilled in her heart. Setting the file down, she began getting dressed, giving herself time to get her emotions back under control. She finished putting them on then walked across the room to him. Without saying a word, she went into the bathroom, picking up her thong and throwing it into the trashcan, then putting on her heels.