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He stares down at his phone on the counter. It’s only when he pushes it toward me that I realize it isn’t his. Recognizing the metal-gray casing and the extra cameras, I arch an eyebrow.
“How did you get Romano’s cell?”
“I took it from the coffee table when he fell asleep in the study.” His telltale tone leaves no room for doubt—he slipped something into stepdaddy’s drink to make sure he drifted off deeply enough to extract his phone. “After he jerked off to this.”
He swipes his finger over the keypad in the form of Romano’s password, and the display unlocks, revealing the last picture he’d been looking at.
I crumple the cigarette in my fist.
The tip sears my skin as it goes out against my fingers, but I don’t give a fuck. Not when I’m staring down at a picture of Eva, snapped from afar as she’s sitting at her apartment window. She’s having her morning coffee, her blonde-silver hair a just-woken-up mess, a hint of her breasts visible through the loose sides of her red silk robe.
The breasts that I came all over less than an hour ago.
It looks like this was taken from a car outside her apartment building.
“I wonder why he would have to jerk off to her picture if he’s fucking her in person.”
Straight to the point.
My eyebrows dip, trying to make sense of it.
“Were you watching him, or did you just catch him with his dick in his hand?” I inquire, my words clipped.
“I was watching him.” He pauses, but then explains. “Justine refused to press Eva for answers, but she trusts her. I’ve also experienced enough of the woman through Justine to form an idea about her character, and it just didn’t make sense for her to be having an affair with Romano, not in secret from her friends, not like this. So Romano himself was the only source to get an answer from.”
That means that I was indeed the only man the philosophy professor sucked off tonight. That tight little pussy wasn’t lying as it clamped down greedily on my fingers, telling me that it hadn’t had dick in weeks, maybe months. Weeping for me. Fuck, I like the idea of having Eva Brannan to myself. Too fucking much.
“So why are they seeing each other?” I ask quietly, my hand clamping on the bottle of water. I can feel the glass crack under the force. What if the truth of Eva’s relationship with Romano is even uglier than I imagined?
“It might be a ruse,” Sade argues, directing his focus to the large window across from the kitchen island and dining table, into the night. “The way I see it, the bastard made things between them look like an affair to throw us off the trail of what he’s really up to.”
My eyes narrow in the same direction as his as I let possible scenarios roll through my head.
“And of course he’d twist Eva’s arm into playing along,” I add. “Still, for that, he’d need to have something on her. Something big that will ensure her cooperation.”
“Not necessarily. He’s a King. No one in their right mind would antagonize him,” he argues.
“Or us,” I counter. “She had the chance to come clean when I went after her, swap one King for another. But she preferred getting on my shitlist to betraying him.” That puts an ugly possibility in my head that fuels my muscles with anger.
What if she has feelings for him?
The bottle snaps in my grip, water mingling with blood on the island counter. Sade’s eyes flick down to the mess, but the rest of him stays put.
“Maybe she really is into him, so she protected him,” I say through my teeth, my eyes drilling holes through the window across from us as I squeeze a large shard in my fist. I can feel the blood swelling out of my palm, but I don’t give a flying fuck.
Sade elbows me in the ribs. “Look at you being paranoid. And I thought you had it all under control.”
I grit my teeth so hard it’s audible. He’s right. I’m getting ahead of myself.
I drop the shard on the counter and reach for a kitchen cloth to wrap around my hand and stop the bleeding.
“Where is the bastard now?”
“I had the valet and a guard carry him upstairs.”
“Maybe you should place this on his bedside table before he notices we snooped.” I shove the device over to him, and Sade catches it by slapping his palm down on it. Romano’s phone is useless apart for the pictures of Eva, and I don’t want to see what other images of her he’s been looking at when jerking that useless cock of his. As for other important contacts and information, he never keeps them on himself or even in the mansion. It would be too easy for Sade and me to get our hands on them, and that would be the fucking end of him.
“I’ll go talk to Eva.”
