Absolutely nothing.
He was the perfect gentleman, which didn’t seem to be an Evil trait. But around her, he was different. She saw that in the way he was, and she did like it.
Sitting on the guest bedroom’s bed, she placed her hands on her knees and breathed out a sigh of relief.
Evil was back at home. It was stupid how safe she felt with him. For all intents and purposes, he was a monster. A crime lord who ran this fucking city with an iron fist. He didn’t take shit from anyone. Not the cartels or the mafia family on the border.
No one fucked with him. They all paid the price. The attack on her had come from a little jumpstart trying to take turf away from Evil.
He never talked to her about this part of his business. His main building was part of his casino. That was where she worked. From overheard conversations, she’d come to the conclusion that Evil never had a main building. Not until her.
Evil moved around, checking all of his businesses. The casino was just one part of it being legitimate. The other half, well, that also fed the dark side of the world. The drugs, the whores, and of course, offering as much as the dark human mind could crave.
After six months, she knew Evil was scary. He’d worked his way up in the streets, getting to where he was. Where she’d had shit parents, Evil had nothing and no one. Left to die as a baby, he’d ended up in the foster system, and before he was even sixteen, he ran away. This was where he learned the laws and knew how to rule. Some of the men on his payroll were the guys who’d joined forces with him. They had bound together like some kind of brotherhood.
He took care of them. They made sure no one fucked with him.
Staring straight ahead at her reflection, Noelle couldn’t help but wince. It looked bad. It felt even worse, but it was manageable. Evil often said she was stubborn, but she’d seen the scary side of addiction, and it was a rabbit hole she refused to fall down.
She’d already broken so many rules for being here with Evil. He was a force to be reckoned with. One she couldn’t seem to say no to. Evil captivated her.
A knock sounded on her door, and she looked up to see Evil standing there. “I ordered takeout. You’re going to need to eat something if you’re not going to have any help with the pain.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, you won’t, but I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
That was it. He walked away.
She smiled.
Evil did force people to do shit they didn’t want to do so many times. Everyone except her.
She knew she was a weakness to him. His men talked a lot.
He’d never had a PA, let alone a woman getting close. She also knew since she had gotten the job, he hadn’t been with any other woman. No visiting the whores, and no longer sleeping with the women who knew the score.
Evil stayed close to her.
After getting to her feet, she made her way toward his dining room. They were at his country estate. To Noelle, this place was pure luxury. She’d only visited a couple of times, and they were to grab some paperwork. Most of the time, they stayed at his city penthouse suite. Evil liked to stay on top of his work.
She entered the dining room, and Evil pulled out a chair for her. He’d already taken the seat at the head of the table, and he looked so in control. He was tall, thickly muscled, and covered in ink. Each piece of ink told a story about the man who possessed them.
Noelle took a seat beside him. There was a fully cooked meal of mashed potatoes, vegetables, even roast potatoes, and a few slices of meat on her plate.
“This is takeout?”
“I know some people, and this is my kind of takeout. Also, I know it’s your favorite, so enjoy.”
Chapter Two
Evil sipped his whiskey. The burn didn’t help to rid his body of the arousal he’d been suffering for the past few hours. None of his men were around, so he didn’t have to hide his reactions to Noelle. Everything she did was fucking enjoyable.
The way she ate, the few appreciative noises. It made him think of how good she’d look with her lips wrapped around his dick. This didn’t help to stop the arousal. All this did was make him even more fucking horny, and it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. A long fucking time.
Having a drink in that bar had been the wrong thing for him to do. The day he met Noelle, all other women ceased to matter to him.
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes. Noelle was right. The two men who’d gotten to hurt her before he made it to her were dead. He took great pleasure in ending their sorry asses. It hadn’t been hard to do. They’d hurt Noelle, so they had to die. He hadn’t been able to make it slow and painful. It had been painful but had ended far too quickly. More quickly than what they deserved.
Evil didn’t need to open his eyes to know Noelle had entered the room. He lifted his head and turned toward her.
She stood in the doorway, and as if to torture him some more, she wore a white negligee, complete with a white silk robe. He’d purchased them for her. In fact, all of the clothes in the room she was staying in had been bought with her in mind.
“You’re drinking?” she asked.
“I’m … taking the edge off.”
Noelle didn’t like drinking. The night he’d first seen her, when he asked the bartender what she’d been drinking, he’d responded with a soda. Noelle never drank. Another insecurity she’d gotten from her deadbeat dad.
She took a step into the room, then another one.
Evil couldn’t help but look at her body, appreciating the way she moved. The sensual movements drew his gaze, making it impossible for him to look away.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. With each step she took, her full tits bounced to the movement.
He expected her to take a seat, but instead, she stepped right in front of him. She placed a hand on his thigh, leaned over him, and then took his drink from him.
“That’s enough,” she said.
Evil didn’t fight her taking the drink, but as she stepped away, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in close.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You’ve taken my whiskey from me, and might I point out, it is damn good whiskey. What are you going to give me in return?”
“Your liver.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
She was so close. Of course, it was because he’d forced her to be this close, and all he wanted to do was kiss her. To smash his lips right against hers, to deepen a kiss that wasn’t even happening.
“My liver and I are good with drinking,” he said.
“You don’t need to drink,” she said. “Talk to me.”
She didn’t pull away, and he hadn’t let her go.
The bruising had really come out in the last few hours. He hadn’t gotten a doctor to help her. Noelle had demanded that he help her. So, he’d taken care of her cuts. There was nothing he could do for the bruises.
“Those men died too peacefully,” he said. “Is that what you want to hear?”
She sighed. “If that’s what you need to say.”
He let her go, and Noelle didn’t go far. She sank to her knees, running her hands up his thighs, and then back down again. His dick was already hard before she came into the room, and now with her this close, touching him, it wasn’t helping.