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“Oh, wow, I didn’t know that. You sounded like you could have been born there, and you just handled that contract. It’s three million dollars, Henry. We don’t get money like that from one single client.”
I already know that, and I think Donny did too. “Now we do.”
“I’m impressed, son. That was all on you. Thank you for what you arranged.”
“That’s okay. It’s better that way.”
“This is an amazing opportunity. I can’t believe we have it.”
“Well, it’s good to know people like Donny. He’ll spread the word about how good you are.”
“We,” he corrects me. “I can’t take any credit for any of this.”
I’m tired of living in the past, but I still want to be right with him. That’s why I keep trying, no matter how much it pisses me off.
“I don’t plan to disappoint you again, Dad,” I assure him.
He nods, and that’s a sign of change from the nothingness we’ve had over the last five years.
“It doesn’t seem that way. You really have changed.”
“I have.” I nod and leave it at that.
I’ll allow him to see my changes as opposed to me telling him. All I have to do now is not fuck things up.
I have a feeling if I do, that will be it for us.
The end.
17
Evie
The wind whispers over my skin and lifts the end of my hair as we speed down the road in Georgiou’s sports car.
We’re going so fast the scenery blurs on either side of us, and I feel like I’m a Hollywood starlet from some famous classic film.
All I’m missing is a scarf and my own pair of sunglasses.
Georgiou is wearing a pair of Oakleys, and of course, it makes him look drop-dead sexy.
It’s nearly lunchtime. He spent the morning inside me.
We started in the bedroom then moved into the shower. From there, he feasted on me on the table, and when we finally got dressed, he decided he was going to take me home, not John.
I didn’t realize that was so we could drive to the park and have sex in his car.
He told me he had the fantasy this morning and cautioned that he always got what he wanted.
Now he’s driving the same way.
Like he owns Chicago and me.
But then again, he does own me, and I’m liking being owned by him far too much to think about what that really means.
I’m back at their place tonight, and I’m already counting down the minutes, especially because I didn’t get to see Henry before he left this morning.
Georgiou rests his hand on my thigh when we turn down the road leading to Cordelia’s. Thankfully she’s not home, but I still gave her the head’s up that he was bringing me back.
