The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 23

　　Roman almost snapped his phone in half when he read the message.

　　Evelyn had caused a lot of logistical problems when she had refused to sign for her new car, and then she’d been picked up by that boy. Again. Just a few hours after she had been with him.

　　It should have been the time and money she had wasted by having him rearrange the delivery that was pissing him off, not what she was doing right now. With that boy. Again.

　　He clenched his jaw.

　　Were they going to drink again? Were they going to be alone in the apartment?

　　Was this in retaliation for him arranging her university schedule after she had refused to let him do so? If so, that was the most childish thing he had ever heard. Or it was another of her games. She wasn’t going to show him she was pissed off because she was trying to paint this perfect picture of herself. An illusion to pull him in deeper. A few weeks ago he may have bought that but how could he trust her now?

　　“I know that look. Women problems?”

　　He pushed down his annoyance and looked at his father.

　　“You know I never have any of those.”

　　“But the day you do, you’ll realise what you’ve been missing,” his father grinned as he sipped his coffee.

　　Roman pushed his empty breakfast plate away and cradled his coffee cup. It was just the two of them for breakfast, just the way he preferred. Esther was still asleep, having arrived home from another night of partying not long before he had come for breakfast.

　　“You say that as if you’ve actually enjoyed being with all your wives. I remember it differently.”

　　“I did until I didn’t,” Charles shrugged. “I loved them all and they each gave me something different.”

　　Yes, that was true. They’d given him children who he’d had to financially support into adulthood and depression.

　　“Name one thing you loved about the woman you divorced before you met Esther. I can’t even remember her name,” he challenged.

　　“She was good in bed.”

　　He watched the way his father grinned as if it was all just a joke to him. Who married anyone just because they had good sex? If things worked like that he would have married Evelyn the first night he had her.

　　“And that cost you how much in the divorce settlement?”

　　“It’s only money,” Charles said dismissively. “I can’t take any of it with me when I die, Rome.”