13: Seven days to next week

**Evelyn**

Just like Killian said, some maids had come into the room with a rack of clothes and a makeup artist accompanying them. I glared at them as they set up their things and began racking through dresses for me. I wasn't one that liked being controlled. And I sure as fuck did not like compromising. Killian was stepping on all ten of my toes and he knew it. I released a deep breath as my phone vibrated in my pocket and I picked it up to see another email from the anonymous person.

'Go to the party. There is a package waiting for you there. From now on, we work together. I want to take Killian down too and we can succeed but only if we work together.’

I read it hurriedly as my fingers tightened around the phone screen. I raised my head up to ensure none of them had seen the email and then I cleared my throat.

“Let me see my options," I said, turning to the maids standing beside the clothing rack. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. I chuckled, knowing they expected a fight. The maids quickly began bringing out dresses and showing them to me but I had my eyes on one dress in particular. One that meant business.

“Forget options, give me that one," I said, pointing to a dress. They brought it out and handed it over to me as I walked to the bathroom to put it on. I came out and stood in front of my dresser as I stared at the material in the mirror. It was an off shoulder dark red dress that hugged my curves. It pushed my breasts up making it look a bit more voluptuous. The dress flowed down my legs and it had a high slit at the front exposing my thigh and had a little excess material dragging behind me.

“Perfect, beautiful,” one of them said as another gasped. I smirked and nodded.

"Perfect indeed.”

The makeup artist came closer and she began applying makeup on for me. By the time we were done with my hair and makeup, I was stunned by how beautiful I looked. We had gone for a sort of femme fatale look and I must say the makeup artist had magic hands. I smiled at her and the maids whispering a small thank you as they packed their things out of the room. I scrolled through my social media apps then took a few pictures. As a second thought, I video called Sasha and she picked up on the second ring

“Hey, Evie. What goes on?” Her voice came through the phone. I smiled as her face showed soon after and I noticed she was looking a bit dressed up.

"I should be asking you that. Where are you going looking so dressed up?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows."is it a date?”

"I wish,” she replied, barking out laughing."I'm just going to a party. It's an undercover mission of sorts. Your husband sent me on it without any notice,” she continued, rolling her eyes.

"Ohh. That's nice I guess,” I replied.

"Speaking of husbands, I heard you and him are going throat for throat. What's been happening?”

"Let's not even talk about that. At this point, I'd have preferred to have gotten married to Maxim and would even willingly let him fuck me seven days to next week,” I hissed, rolling my eyes."The jerk is just so damn arrogant and controlling. There's this party he even commanded me to get ready for and go to. Can you believe that? A whole me? Evelyn Karamazov? Being commanded? By a fucking man?” I droned on, anger enveloping me. Sasha looked at me sadly and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, babes. If I knew it'd turn out like this I would have at least…” she broke off, sniffling. I shook my head as a sad smile appeared on my lips.

"Don't worry about that, okay?” I said. I heard a knock on my door and one of the guards announced that Killian was waiting for me downstairs. "I gotta go now. Talk to you later,” I said as I ended the call.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, fixed the dress and then picked up my bag. I had a plan. I just hoped I would be able to implement it.

I stepped out of my room and heard the guards suck in a breath as I walked by them. Good. I slowly walked down the stairs and as I neared the landing, I saw Killian standing with his back facing me and talking to Caleb. Caleb looked at me and smiled widely.

“Evelyn," he said, sidestepping, Killian to meet me. I smiled at him as I did a little twirl. “Aren't you a showstopper. I'm sure you'd be the best dressed in the room.”

"As I should, no?” I said, smiling as I accepted his outstretched hand. By now, Killian had turned to look at us and I could feel his eyes scanning me. I tried my best to curb the heat flaming over me as I avoided his eyes and kept them trained on Caleb.

“Shall we?" I asked.

“Oh, we shall," Caleb said. I smiled as we begin walking out but just as we passed by Killian, I felt a hand on my other hand and he stood in front me, looking down into my eyes.

“Last I checked she was my wife. Leave her hand," he said, finally taking his eyes off me and cutting a sharp gaze to Caleb. Caleb smirked as he let my hand go and Killian grabbed it as we walked out.

“Indecisive fuck," I murmured as we climved into the car. I put myself at the far end of the car seat and looked out the window, admiring the New York night life.

Killian cleared his throat as he said, “you look good."

“I know." I replied, paying him no mind. I felt his gaze on me again but I ignored as I continued looking out the window and planning. Soon, we had arrived at the venue. I'd heard the driver calling it ‘The Meet-up'. It was where most of the Italian Mafia events took place. It was a large mansion. I stepped out of the car and put my hand in Killian's as we walked into the large room and immediately we did, I felt all eyes on me.

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**Killian**

'I'd have preferred to have gotten married to Maxim and would even willingly let him fuck me seven days to next week.'

She'd let another man fuck her seven days to next week. I didn't like my wife but for some reason, when I heard that I felt my blood boil. I was glad I'd killed the stupid fuck. I noticed how all the men in the room instantly turned to her. Even the married ones couldn't keep their eyes off her. I wrapped my arm tighter around her waist, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against mine. Taking it further, I lowered my hand and caressed her exposed thigh, looking a few of the men in the eye. Immediately, they looked away and I felt my wife stiffen as she put her hand atop mine and looked at me with a too sweet smile.

“What are you doing?" She asked.

“Staking my claim on my wife," I replied.

“Unfortunately for you, there is no claim to stake," she said as she joined her hands with mine and pulled off my hand from her thigh. By now, she must know that the guest are looking at us and she's appearing very disobedient to them. In our world, a woman's obedience is ranked highly and if she isn't careful, her disobedience will have dire consequences on her. I waited to see what she would do and was shocked. She put my palm on her lip and kissed it, whilst looking at me before placing it back on her waist.

“Is my wife not a good little actress? Why can't you be this submissive at home?" I teased. She paid me no mind as we took out seats and she downed a glass of wine immediately. I'd noticed her increasing love for wine so I took the bottle beside her and kept it with me.

“You will not be getting drunk tonight," I ordered.

“Keep telling yourself that," she said, turning away from me. Immediately she did so, a hand rested on her shoulder and called.

“Zhizn moya?"

“Father?"