Chapter Fifty Evan Sterling's POV (Ten Years Before)

I woke up very early the following day, leaving Estera sleeping in my bed and went back to the estate. I had earlier called Ms. Sophia, to let her know I would be coming to see her and was glad when she came to open the door as soon as I knocked.
“Good Morning Mr. Sterling—” she greeted, looking worried and I noted how she looked behind me and to the parked car, evidently searching for Estera. I gave her a reassuring smile and asked if I could come inside. She opened the door wider, letting me in and then shut the door behind me.
“Mr. Sterling—” she said again, and I had to stop her. If she called me Mr. Sterling one more time, I was going to snap! I was nervous as hell and I just couldn’t fail at this mission.
“Please, I am not here to speak with you as Mr. Evan Sterling,” I said as I moved closer to reach for her hands, holding them in mine and looking straight into her eyes. “I am here as a man in love; a man in love with your niece, and desperate for your consent to be with her,” I said and watched as her eyes widened and then she swallowed gently, but the lovely eyes didn’t betray her emotions. I lunged into a tirade. “I am aware of our age differences. I know she is still practically a child. I will have you know that this has haunted me for weeks now,” I said in almost an agonizing whisper, shutting my eyes briefly. “I ran from here to go on an elaborate business trip, weaving myself into unnecessary ones just so I could stay away from her. But I failed at that. I can not be sorry for loving someone so beautiful and intelligent. I - I don’t know… I just. Ms. Sophia — Please, I need to go back to work — in Paris.” I let go of her hand to run my fingers through my hair in agitation. Sighing heavily. “I want her with me. I promise you.” I pause to take her hands again, “I will wait for her to be older before I before… I want her to be my partner for as long as I draw breath. I can wait. I promise you—”
I have no idea how this was going. I knew for certain though that this was not my best speech. I was quite certain that if anyone who had seen me, speak and manipulate a roomful of investors before, saw me right now, they would be stunned. I was a mess. My desperation, I was certain, was written all over me. When I tried to say more, Ms. Sophia—bless her kind heart—raised her hand to my face to make me shut the fuck up and hold her gaze. The warmth in them gave me hope.
“Coffee?” she said with a smile and I gave her a curt nod. No. I most certainly didn’t want a gaddamn coffee, but if she had offered me poison, I would have taken it with a straight face, and the little dignity I had left.
When I left the chalet sometime later, I watched as my hand shake as I steer the wheel, finding my way back to my private condo. I was so impatient to get back, that l let out a laugh. I could not believe that this was me! I, Evan Sterling, turned into some blabbering fool over a girl. It was nothing short of sorcery. That little, beautiful witch; she must have done something to me!
For somebody who was scientifically inclined, it was evident I had gone into the deep end for sure. Her beautiful smile and those bewitching eyes replayed in my head and I unconsciously pressed my foot on the accelerator.
If this goes on, I think I'm going to be in serious trouble. My reputation would be the first to go up in flames. I could almost see the headline on the gossip column now. 'Evan Sterling, Charlestown's most eligible bachelor, finally whipped, and by an eighteen-year-old girl!' I amused myseĺf.
The amusement dimmed when I recalled the attack of last night. Thinking of how many of 'Tylers' would want to get to me through her, and decided to get a bodyguard for her. Perhaps someone or a team could keep an eye on her. And as for Tyler, he is going to hate me for the rest of his life for what I had planned for him and his family.
When I got back to the Condo, Estera was still sleeping. I took off all of my clothes and slipped in behind her on the bed, drawing her warm, soft, luscious body against mine.
I groaned deep in my throat at the feel of her skin. Wrapping my arms around her chest, I drew her back and firmly against my body. God, I can not wait till when I would be able to fuck her anywhere, whenever and however I want. I had a taste of what that would feel like yesterday and it was heavenly.
My eyes settled on her bruised cheek; it had turned blue-black now and I gently stroked the skin, feeling my heart constrict at the replay of her being manhandled by that bastard. Oh, he is going to hate me. I fumed, pressing a kiss to the warm skin, and trailing my lips down to her bare shoulder and she moaned softly, rubbing her backside against my groin.
My breath quickened and I turned her to face me, causing her full, beautiful breast to taunt me in the dim-lit room.
Lowering my face, I closed my mouth around her left nipple. She moaned, arching her back and her fingers raked through my hair.
"Evan!" she called out in a breathy whisper.
"Yes, baby," I replied, suckling on the taut flesh. A thrilling rush coursed through me.
I slipped my hand down her front and in between her legs. She slowly parted them for me and the way she did that made my cock throb, I sucked her nipples harder, making her cry out as I stroked her vulva.
"Evan, please take me," she whispered fervently.
"I will. Not just yet, my darling -- You are mine, Estera, forever mine, there's no need to rush," I said with utter conviction, knowing the only thing that would separate me from her now was death.