Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Istare at my phone screen. Wear the gift. He can’t be serious. But it’s Emmanuel Lopez. Of course, he’s serious. My gaze goes to the trash can. Who sends someone vibrating panties? Emmanuel, that’s who.
He told me that he was the only one who would ever give me pleasure again. I guess this gift is his way of controlling my pleasure. Well, screw that. I don’t plan on wearing those panties, and if I want to pleasure myself, it’ll be with my trusty vibrator that has never let me down.
Before I can stop myself, I type out a reply to him.
Me:
Thanks, but no thanks. Don’t send me gifts.
E:
You can’t tell me what to spend my money on, mi alma. If I want to shower you with gifts, I will.
Me:
I threw it in the trash. I don’t need anything from you.
E:
I know. BTW, those roses by the door need water.
My brows draw down. How does he know I left the vase there?
I look around the kitchen as if the answer is going to just jump out and hit me in the face. Surprise, it doesn’t. But now that I’m talking to him, I don’t want to stop, which is a problem.
Emmanuel is like a bad drug habit I can’t break. It’s been two days since I’ve spoken to him. He’s messaged me and tried to call, and I’ve ignored all of his attempts. I figured he’d stop eventually and that it would all get easier.
Me:
How do you know the roses are by the door?
E:
I put cameras in your house.
My eyes widen. One thing I’ll give Emmanuel? He doesn’t lie to me. No matter how much I won’t like the truth, he still gives it to me. It’s refreshing and somewhat comforting.
Where the hell has he put the cameras? I search through the kitchen and can’t find anything that looks out of place. I don’t see any flashing red lights like they show in movies either.
Me:
Why would you put cameras in my house? That’s creepy and an invasion of my privacy.
E:
So I can watch over you. Protect you. You are mine, Evie. You don’t get to hide from me.
I stop the smile that started to form on my lips. I really do need to find a shrink because the fact that I find that endearing and hot is problematic.
An idea comes to mind. I don’t understand why he’s still showing interest in me, but one thing we’ve always had is sexual chemistry.
I honestly expected that to die down the second he found out about my past, and it might still.
But right now, while he’s still interested, I’m going to beat him at this little game.
Me:
Where are the cameras, Emmanuel? Do you have them in my bedroom?
His response comes fast.
E:
No, I wouldn’t do that to you.
A wave of relief washes over me. He knows how I feel about being watched when I sleep. I know it’s stupid to be grateful that he didn’t put cameras in my bedroom when I should be livid that he has them in my house at all. But honestly, this could be fun. He’s in Mexico. That’s a long way from here.
Me:
Where are they?
E:
Foyer, living room, kitchen, study, laundry, and by the back door.
Me:
So if I’m sitting on my sofa, you can see me?
As I wait for his reply, I walk into my bedroom. Rummaging through my drawers until I find what I’m looking for. Perfect.
E:
Yes.
After changing into a little white silk slip, I remove my panties and dig out my trusty vibrating friend. I message Emmanuel on my way back out to the living room.
Me:
Are you the only one who can see? Is anyone else watching this?
E:
You think I’d let other people look at you? Fuck no. It’s just me.
Me:
Good. You might want to tune into the living room. I hear the show’s about to start.
I leave my phone on the counter and walk out.
I don’t want to be distracted by his messages.
I want to show him that I own my pleasure.
Screw him and the whole bullshit thing with him being the only person that can pleasure me.
I’ve been doing it a lot longer than he has.
Sure, he might be better at it, but I’m good too.
I plop down on the sofa and look around the room. I have no idea where the cameras are located. It doesn’t matter, though. He said he can see me. With my vibrator in one hand, I lie down and pull the straps to my slip over my shoulders, just enough so that my breasts tip out.
I cup one of my breasts with my free hand while the other moves south.
I let my legs fall open as the vibrator reaches my core.
Then I switch it on and close my eyes. The first thing I see is him.
Emmanuel. His smirk, that one dimple I love on his cheek.
Then it’s his eyes. Dark, full of lust and sinful promises.
The way Emmanuel looks at me—like I’m something special—that’s what gets me every time.
I’ve had men look at me with desire. But with Emmanuel, it’s different.
It’s not just desire. It’s like he needs me as much as I need him.
I squeeze my eyes closed tighter, rubbing the vibrator over my clit before moving towards my entrance and pushing it inside.
My teeth bite down on my lip as I smile.
The thought of him watching me do this is making me wetter.
I start to pump the vibe in and out. Slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long for my speed to increase as I chase that peak.
I picture Emmanuel fisting his cock, his hand wrapped around the base.
I can see my name on his wrist as his hand slides up and down.
Damn it. Now I want to taste him. Feel him fill my mouth.
I imagine myself on my knees, his hands wrapped around my hair as he feeds me his cock.
I greedily take all of it, every single inch he gives me.
I can taste him. I can feel his warm spurts down my throat as he fucks my mouth.
That’s when my orgasm hits me. My thighs clench closed, my pussy contracting around the vibrator.
When the last of the pleasure leaves my body, I open my eyes, disappointed when I don’t find Emmanuel staring back at me. Holy shit, I can’t believe I just did that.
Standing on wobbly legs, I fix the straps of my slip and make my way back into the bedroom. Swiping up my phone along the way. It’s ringing, and I’m not at all surprised that it’s him on the other end.
I decline his call and turn on the shower. I can’t stop myself from looking around the room, searching for cameras. Of course, nothing stands out, so I message Emmanuel again.
Me:
Did you put cameras in my bathroom?
E:
Answer my call and I’ll tell you.
Seriously? I don’t want to talk to him. It’s one thing to message him, but to hear his voice…
? I don’t think I’m that strong. I can’t fall back into him.
I just got him to leave. He might be in Mexico but I have to wonder how much work he actually gets done, because he’s constantly messaging and calling me.
I waver between calling him and telling him to fuck off over a text message. Curiosity gets the better of me, though. I need to know where these cameras are. Which is why I find myself pressing the green call button next to his name.
“Mi alma, that was some show you put on.” His voice comes through deep, raspy.
“Are there cameras in my bathroom, E?”
“I miss you,” he says, instead of answering my question.
I sigh into the phone. “I don’t like being watched, E.”
“You just made yourself come, knowing full well I was watching, Evie. I think you like being watched,” he says, sounding cocky and self-assured.
“I was proving a point,” I tell him.
“What point was that?”
“That I don’t need you to give me pleasure. I am more than capable of making myself feel good. And if I wanted to, there are plenty of men in the world who would be willing to pleasure me too, so you can stop sending me gifts of the vibrating kind.”
“Mi alma, any man stupid enough to touch what’s mine will find themselves missing a head,” Emmanuel growls.
“As for the gifts, it’s my money and I’ll spend it how ever I please.
Spending it on you just happens to be what pleases me the most. There’s also the fact that I know you were picturing me while you were shoving that dildo up your cunt. ”
I gasp. There is no way he knows what I was thinking. “Nope, I was not thinking about you at all. Your ego really is too big, E.” I turn the phone on speaker, set it on the vanity, and slide the slip down my body. “Are there cameras in this bathroom or not?”
“No, there isn’t,” he says.
“Thank you. I want all of them removed. And that lackey you have following me around, send him home.”
“Enrique is one of my best lieutenants, Evie. He is not a lackey. He also won’t be going anywhere unless you want me to come back already?” There’s hope in Emmanuel’s voice. He wants me to say yes.
“No. We can’t keep doing this, E. We need to stop. You need to stop,” I whisper.
“I would, if I truly believed you wanted me to. You don’t want me to stop, Evie. You just need time to come to terms with what we are.”
“And what are we?” I ask.
“Endgame, mi alma. You are my ending.”
I cut the call, because I don’t know what to say to that.
Step into the shower stall, fall to the floor, and let the water wash over me.
I never should have gotten involved with Emmanuel.
Charlotte warned me and I didn’t listen.
I thought it was harmless flirting that would lead to one night of really great sex.
This… It’s so much more than that. It’s too much, and I’m scared I’m going to break more than I already have.
By the time I get out of the shower, there’s a new message on my phone.
E:
You can run, but you can’t hide from me. I see you, Evie. I see all of you, and you’re fucking amazing.