Control

None of them spoke in the car for the first few minutes, Elena didn't know what he was thinking but her own thoughts although jumbled were running through her mind.

Who the man was definitely had to be at the stop of that priority list then how to make sure he knows nothing about her when the night is over.

Derek is the only person she would say she is friends with at the club and that too is because he kept his mouth shut and he helped her get the job, not to mention the many times he saved her from Sam and his advances.

He was like a big brother to her and she knows without him, keeping her two lives separate would have been a lot harder, not only that. She would have been figured out ages ago which is the worst thing that can happen to her.

Her two lives clashing.

Speaking of which, her hand flies to her face seconds later as though in shock, Elijah heard the movement and his eyes settled on her in the dim light, he could make out her features just a bit. He watched as her hand felt around the mask on her face and she let out a small sigh. He felt his blood go straight to his groin.

Dear lord, what is she doing to him? How could he react to her in a such a way, she wasn't even touching him and he was acting like a fucking virgin teenage boy and not at all twenty eight year old man.

It had to be because he hasn't been with a woman in more than a year but still that wasn't an excuse, he reminded adjusting the crotch of his suit pants. He needed to get a grip, he couldn't lose control like that.

Control was the most important thing in his life, he wouldn't be where he is without that and he would probably be in jail too, he wasn't exactly the epitome of patience.

In a bid to stop himself from doing anything stupid, or stupider seeing how the night started, he looked away from her being grateful for the space the Lemo provided. It would have been a lot harder to keep his hands to himself.

She was silent for the rest of the ride and when they got to his penthouse and he stopped, he noticed she'd fallen asleep with the seatbelt on. He unstrapped her and took her in his arms.

The driver opened the door for him and he demoted his thanks walking with her to the elevator in the parking garage , he pressed the button since it led to the penthouse suite only, for his privacy.

He leaned his back against the wall of the elevator and moved his hands to her lower back, not so low that the move would be considered perverted.

He wasn't the best man in the world but he prided himself with not being an asshole either , at least in one aspect. He could be the gentleman his mother always wanted him to be.

The elevator stopped signaling they have gotten to his penthouse, he walked in and locked all the doors knowing no one would enter but for security reasons, he laid her gently on his couch and she breathed in deeply before murmuring and scooting closer to him. He stepped back a bit and watched her, surprised by his own gentleness.

He imagined Jamie's face if he tells him what had transpired, well the night was still young and as he watched her snore softly, her mouth slightly open, he knew the money was worth it.

His phone vibrated in his suit pants, he pulled it out and a small grunt made it past his lips when he saw the caller, what did she want this late?

He swiped the answer button and moved to the bedroom so he wouldn't wake the woman sleeping on his couch, and he knew the caller well enough to know that it'll take a miracle to get her to hang up in at least ten minutes.

"Camille, to what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked with unrestrained sarcasm, her soft laughter reached his ears making his lips twitch involuntarily. The only person capable of getting that expression out of him.

"Now can't a sister just call her brother for a nice chat?"

"Most sisters can but not mine, what did you do?" He asked knowing how his little sister was almost always up to no good.

"Nothing much, I may have ruined dad's Lamborghini but he doesn't need to know that." He face palmed not knowing what to say to his spontaneous twenty one year old sister.

The thought of the money he would have to pull out for repair or better yet , buy a new one had his eyes rolling with the number of zeroes there, if there was one person that could run his pockets dry, then it's definitely Camille.

He ignored the nagging voice at the back of his kind reminding of his own one million purchase.

"And how does that involve me Camille?" He was already drawing up the costs and it didn't look nice, his father liked flashy things too.

"You owe me a favor from the last time-"

"Okay, okay I get it. I'll see what I can do and please, don't go behind any wheels anytime soon." He wanted to hang up but her voice stopped him, unsurprisingly.

"Did you see the new-"

A scream stopped him from hearing the rest of what she had to say.

"What was that?" She asked concerned.

"Nothing, I'll call you back about the car issue, good night and kiss Issa goodnight for me." He hung up without waiting for a reply and rushed to the living room.

The lady in red stood in the middle of his large living room, her eyes wide as saucers beneath the mask and her lips parted slightly. If she didn't look like she would bolt any second he would've found her expression erotic.

" You... you-" She stammered stepping away from him.