Page 62 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Evan asks, moments later.

“Yes please.”

He gives my shoulder a squeeze and gently slides my foot off of his thigh to the couch.

He putters around the kitchen, pouring the wine into glasses.

“Need any help?”

“Sit there and look pretty.”

My cheeks grow instantly hot.

He passes me a glass of wine, sits it down on the sleek teak coffee table and brings back a box and one fork.

“Something delicious is in that box.” Because it’s a fancy box from his exclusive restaurant.

“My chef hasn’t failed me yet.” Evan grins. “Dark chocolate mousse cake. Open.”

The first time I met him, Evan fed me. I don’t hesitate and open my mouth.

“Good girl,” he praises as he feeds me a bite of cake.

It’s the lightest, fluffiest, ooziest cake that’s ever touched my mouth.

“When my ex-wife asked me to do things, like take out the trash or mow her lawn, I didn't think anything of it. I was happy to help. When she asked me to help her carry her groceries or pick up her dry cleaning, again I was happy to help. And even in the bedroom, when she demanded I pleasure her, I thought that was who I was.” Evan glances at me, then quickly away.

“Evan, you don’t have to tell me.” I place a hand on his arm. The woeful expression on his face tugs at my heartstrings.

“I want you to be honest and open with me, Mara. I need you to know.” He wraps an arm around me.

“Okay.” I squeeze his arm.

“As time went on, Hannah’s demands got more insistent and because that’s who I thought I was…I gave in to them all. I moved out and stayed at her place, even though my parents and Noel told me it wasn’t a good idea. A month later, and to be clear, this was a lie, she’s telling me she’s pregnant and we’re walking down the aisle together.”

“Oh, Evan.” My heart shatters for him.

He runs a hand through his hair, looks away from me for a moment, and I know he’s blinking back tears.

I slide off the couch and wrap my arms around his waist.

He exhales and we stay like that for a long moment, I press my cheek to his knee and he plays with my hair.

“We got married super young because of that,” his tone is hollow.

I glance at him, remembering what he told me that night I first met him.

“This is the same person who didn’t want you to do kinky things to her?” I can’t believe this woman and I’m not usually a violent person, but I hope lots of bad days rain down on her head.

Evan nods. “Yeah. it was okay for her to step on me and scratch me until I bled and call me names but when I realized I didn’t want to be sexually submissive, that there was another way that called to me, and I wanted to give her a spanking, she freaked out.”

“That’s so twisted that she couldn’t understand that.”

“She was young too, but that’s when she said I'd never be successful if people found out I was kinky. So she’s not a Domme. She is a controlling narcissist.”

“I’m so sorry this woman crossed your path.”

“She’s been a thorn in my side ever since, even though we are legally divorced. She goes through periods of leaving me alone, but then she’ll get an idea in her head for a new business, and then she’ll start a campaign of harassing me.”

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