to my surprise, I’m not the one who gets to respond. I’m stunned as Eva shoves me aside. She steps right into Magdalena’s face and points her finger.
“Let’s get one thing clear. I don’t give a fuck if you are his present or past wife. That’s between the two of you. What you’re not going to do is disrespect me, like I’m not in this room,” Eva fumes in Mags’ face. She moves in closer, still pointing.
“What I do know right now is that he belongs to me until you can prove otherwise. So far, you haven’t done shit that has. So, fuck with what’s mine and I’ll show you what’s so special about me,” Eva warns.
A smirk reaches my lips. I’m so turned on. Now that’s how you handle being my old lady. Hearing those words in my own head swells my chest with pride and want.
Not want for pussy, but a want I’ve never had before. Eva is fast becoming something I hadn’t even known I wanted. I lick my lips and close the space to wrap my arms around my woman’s waist. I pull her back into my chest and kiss the top of her head.
“What makes her so special is that she’s mine. Don’t test that, Mags. I mean that shit. Don’t come for my woman,” I confirm. “I’ve told you. I’m not helping you. We’re done.”
I watch as fire and fear ignite in Magdalena’s eyes. For the first time, I don’t think I’m the sole source of this fear. She has really gotten herself into some deep shit. I shouldn’t care, but my instincts cause me to pause for a moment.
Then my commonsense kicks back in, this is Mags. She and Jemma live to stir shit up. I’m not getting dragged into her manipulation. Not this time.
Eva may have stood up for her place as my woman, but I can still feel she’s questioning everything in her pretty little head. Straightening that shit out is more important to me at the present time. I need her to know she’s the only one who matters. I don’t give a shit what Magdalena has to say at the moment, because with each second that passes, I can feel I’m losing my woman.
Eva is slipping right through my fingers, even as I hold her. I can’t have that. I tighten my hold on her waist. I’ve already made up my mind, the rest of this day is going to be run remotely.
I’m going home and taking Eva with me. We need to talk. I need to clear all of this up. Mags has the wrong man if she thinks she’s going to barge in here and demand shit from me.
“This isn’t over,” Magdalena says as she tears her eyes off of Eva to glare at me. “We will be talking, like it or not.”
Mags turns and storms from my office, leaving a stunned and nervous-looking Beth in her wake. I snort. Mags is right about one thing, this isn’t over. Once I have things cleared up with Eva, I’m going to get to the bottom of what Mags and that trifling cousin of mine have gotten themselves into this time.
As security enters my office to retrieve Beth, I loosen my hold on Eva. I turn her in my arms and look down at her. The disconnected look in her eyes flays my insides.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and I will explain.” I sigh and plant a soft kiss on her lips.
I nearly growl when she doesn’t return the kiss with even a small gesture of receiving my touch. I hold on to my restraint and place a hand on the small of her back. I know my cum has to be running down her legs. It’s the only thing that has me holding on to my sanity.
The simple fact that I know I’ve branded her as mine several times since last night. Despite the conversation I’m having in the back of my mind about whether or not Eva is on any type of birth control, I refuse to ask her because I will never enter her body with anything between us.
I have never slept with another woman without protection. Not even my ex-wife, for as long as I was bewitched by her. Eva is the first and I plan to make her the last.
I lead Eva over to the bookshelves in my office. I reach into the shelf where the hidden switch is and pop the lock with