I've been taking birth control pills since I was 14, to ease down my horrible period cramp; Emily took me to the gynae and she prescribed those for me, up until now. Even when I'm not having sex, I still diligently take those pills every single day. So why? After 4 years, why is my birth control not working? "Are you sure?" Lydia takes my hand, "Are you sure, Evie?" "Since when?" I brainstorm at Carrie's enquiry. Shit, I don't know. I don't remember when did I last had my period. "It's okay, it's okay Evie. Let's take a test." Carrie gets up, "I'll go buy one then we'll know for sure. Okay?" I nod. I don't know what to say but my mind runs wild of how bad this is going to be if I really am pregnant. I might hate kids but I can never bring myself to abort one, and this is mine and Augustine's. The product of our love. But I can't be an assistant and go to night school with a baby. I don't even like babies for God's sake, so to take care of one? No. Not happening. I'm still a kid
After six weeks of not hearing anything from her, I wonder if things didn't work as planned. Did the pills not working? Did I calculate the date wrong? Is it my sperms? Are they abnormal? Weak? Slow? That they can't reach her egg to create our baby? What's happening? "Mr Knight," Parker's voice along with a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I look up to find the big guy is standing next to the door."Miss Eve is downstairs. She requested to see you. Should I bring her up?" Nobody knows about our break up, so Parker must have thought she's visiting as a loving wife. "Okay." I give a green light as I stand up to walk towards the restroom. I've been miserable the entire month she was gone and I don’t even care about what I look like despite comments from people that I seems to be the opposite of what newlyweds should be. But now, I need to look my best. She can't know I'm miserable without her. When I return from the restroom, Parker stops me just before I enter my room,
I can't wait to go home, to see if she'd be the sweet woman I've been loving all these while, or the cunning fox who showed her true colors in my office. But when the clock strikes 6, instead of going home I stay a little bit longer. I don't want her to think I'm eager to go home. I want her to know that I couldn't care less about her, be it she's away from me or residing in my penthouse. Though I did send a few bodyguards to help her move her stuff. Which I think she barely need to bring anything since all her belongings are exactly where they were when she left. I finally get out of my office around 9, and when I reach home I can smell the tempting brownies. Her infamous brownies. "Hubbyyy you're homeee!" Her cheerful voice greets me as she runs towards me with the smile that looks like a genuine smile, unlike the fake one she had in my office earlier. "I miss you," she hooks her hands on my neck then tiptoes to kiss me but I refuse to lean in so she settles by kissing my neck
Every choice has its own consequences; that's life. I have the options, and I've made my decision, so whatever negative feelings I have right now should be waived aside because I made my bed; I decided to go to Augustine so now let's lie on the bed I made. Or in this case, get up every morning at 6am to catch the early train to Rosewood for school. It's rush hour so I have to be at the subway station before 7, or risk getting late to school. It's 10 minutes ride to the central, then I have to change to another line to get to Rosewood. Add another 10 minutes plus all the walking from one line to another, wait in the super long line, aaaaand finally we're here. But it's not over yet, I have to walk from the subway station to my school for another 5 minutes and then, finallyyyyy, like finally around 8 or a little bit after 8 I'll reach my school. Shit it's only been four days staying at the penthouse but I'm dead tired from the commute. More than one hour in the morning, and around
30 minutes later with everyone working at full speed; Nick painting my face, Helen doing my hair, Jacq picking a dress, accessories and stuff for me as Fred running around getting what Jacq wants. By the time they are done with me, Augustine is already waiting downstairs at the lobby when Jacq helps me with my dress to his limo. "Where are we going?" I ask him once I have comfortably sit in front of him. He's so handsome in his fitted tux, I almost want to throw our favorite ‘you're breath-taking’ comment at him.I do have my expectation on the lower side so when he doesn't answer me and keeps tapping on his phone, I don't mind much about it and look out through the window. It was already 9.35pm when I left the house, I wonder what time this event we're going to attend actually start? Are we late? Is that why he is so annoyed with me? I want to eye him again when the car stops at the red traffic light but I'm caught red handed; he's also looking at me. I immediately flash a smile
The moment we enter the limo, he's back to being the distant, icy Augustine Knight. He reads his emails on the phone pretending I'm not even next to him.I give up and keep quiet after spending 5 minutes trying to rope him into a conversation, or rather, know where my place is the moment he turns his face to the other side when I try to kiss him. It's okay Evie. At least he's providing you a shelter. And food. Be grateful, it's only gonna be four years. Four looooong years. Thank God for the simplicity of this black dress because I managed to move around with ease. Jacq decided to go heavy with the accessories hence this simple off shoulder, high slit dress. "Yesssss ribsssss!" I run to the fridge once we're inside the house. I'm so hungry because I only ate those teeny tiny finger food at the party so I'm gonna gobble everything in one sitting. That's when I hear a faint cough as I quickly turn to look at him. He eyes me with a judgemental look, making me uncomfortable so I grin
"Do you want to come?" He asks when I'm in the brink of getting my release. I nod as I sob, his fingers are working me out, pushing me towards the high. "Ask my permission." "Hmm?" I look at him when he suddenly slows down. "From now on," his eyes are burning holes through my skin, "you're gonna ask my permission for everything. No more secrets, no more lies, everything is on the table. Every-thing." The firmness of his warning, along with his intimidating look makes me gulp hard. "I-""Don't touch me." His warning stops my hand midway, as if he can guess I'm about to land it on his chest. "Do. Not. Touch. Me." He repeats as his eyes glare at me, the fingers that were inside of me are suddenly wrapped around my neck, "You have no right to touch me."He is so angry I don't understand what's happening, what did I do?Both his hands leave my skin as I wobble after being dropped down on my feet. While I'm still trying to balance myself from the high heels I'm wearing along with thi
Instead of having his driver taking us to the hospital, he brings me to the car park and opens the door of his sports car for me. I mutter another ‘thank you’ before going into the passenger seat. I purposely play with my phone, wanting to see if he'd notice I'm not wearing the seatbelt or even better, he'd help me wear it. I just want to hear something nice from him, even if it's just a reminder to wear the seatbelt. I want to assure myself he still cares for me. I'm delusional, because he drives the car without saying anything. But I know he purposely ignores me because the seatbelt warning is blaring yet he does nothing about it. I finally wear it to kill the annoying alarm. The ride goes silent for the whole ten minutes until I force myself to create a conversation, "How do you know Dr Fisher? Why Dr Fisher? Why not other doctors? Do you know her? Him..?" Of course he pretends as if my voice is the sound of wind, so I lower down the volume of the music, "Which hospital are we