The Erotic Artiste

CHAPTER 38

Akeno drove with purpose to the location that Norman had previously shared with him, a place where Evelyn was currently on a date with a colleague who, unbeknownst to him, was also a rival.

During the drive, the charismatic billionaire found his mind racing with various scenarios, each more vivid than the last, imagining all the potential interactions taking place between the young woman and her overly nice coworker, Sebastian. Akeno preferred to think that perhaps Evelyn was blissfully unaware of the undeniable attraction that Sebastian harbored for her. Nevertheless, despite this possibility, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was entirely inappropriate for her to willingly accept a one-on-one dinner date with someone outside the boundaries they had clearly established in their dominant and submissive relationship—a relationship that had not been in place for an extended period of time.

'Oh, darling. I'm afraid I simply cannot accept this situation,' Akeno mused internally, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

The engine of his sleek vehicle purred softly as he finally pulled into the parking lot of the upscale restaurant where Evelyn and Sebastian were expected to be enjoying their dinner together. Akeno's pulse quickened, a whirlwind of anticipation and simmering anger churning within him. He parked the glossy black sports car with precision, his thoughts racing even faster than the speedometer had been moments earlier.

At that precise moment, Norman, who had been waiting anxiously for Akeno's arrival, hurried over to the car. Akeno promptly lowered the window, eager to gather more information.

"Good evening, sir," Norman greeted him, his tone respectful yet slightly anxious.

"Hello, Norman. Are they still inside?" Akeno inquired, his voice steady and composed.

"Yes, sir, they are indeed still inside," Norman replied, nodding affirmatively.

Akeno acknowledged this with a curt nod, his jaw instinctively tightening as he stepped out of the car. He adjusted his impeccably tailored jacket, his presence exuding authority as he strode purposefully toward the restaurant entrance. The evening air was warm, yet a chilling sense of jealousy settled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. Akeno had always prided himself on being a man who thrived on control, and the mere thought of Evelyn laughing at a joke told by Sebastian—her eyes sparkling with genuine delight—sent waves of frustration coursing through him, making his fists clench tightly at his sides.

As he entered the restaurant, the soft hum of conversation enveloped him like a distant melody, yet it felt eerily muted in comparison to the storm brewing within him. He ascended the stairs to the balcony floor, his gaze sweeping across the expansive room until it finally settled on a small table tucked away in the corner upstairs. There sat Evelyn, her laughter ringing out like the sweetest music, captivating and enchanting. She looked absolutely stunning, her goddess braids cascading elegantly over her shoulders, a radiant smile illuminating her face in a way that made his heart ache. Sebastian, on the other hand, leaned in far too close for Akeno's liking, his hand resting casually on the table, an intimate gesture that ignited a fierce sense of possessiveness within Akeno.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Akeno reminded himself of the rules they had mutually agreed upon. Control was paramount, and he was resolute in his determination to reclaim it. With purposeful strides, he approached their table, his expression carefully crafted to be unreadable, even as a tempest raged inside him.

"Evelyn? Sebastian?" he said, his voice smooth yet firm, cutting through the air like a blade. "I didn't expect to find you here."

Both heads turned abruptly at the sound of his voice, and Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise, her smile faltering for just a fleeting moment. "Sir! I–"