The Client Calls

Eva's POV

I thought he was serious, that he was about to choose me over Lucy. 

That meant there would be no billionaire wedding for me to plan, no billionaire wedding with which to uplift my portfolio. Yet, I seemed to wish that was what he was about to do, choosing me.

“I’ll marry her too. I’ll marry the both of you,” he said, looking straight into my eyes, tenderly and dearly, yet hurting me with his words.

His eyes begged me to agree with him, but there was no way I would agree to something like that. 

He wasn't choosing me. He just wanted me to be his mistress. His second choice. As if he hadn't hurt me enough. 

It felt like my heart was shrinking into my soul. His words shattering whatever hope I had built up in my mind. Hope of us being together again. 

I turned away from him. I wouldn't let him glimpse the drop of tears that was about to slip from my eyes. He didn't deserve my tears. “Get out, Luke,” I yelled over my shoulder. 

I managed to keep much of the sorrow in my heart from my words, but I wasn't entirely successful.

“Please listen to me, Eva. I love you, and that is the only way we can be together.” He called behind me, desperation in his voice.

His hands clamp down on my shoulders, about to turn me to him, but Gavin grabbed them off me.

“You just don't understand, do you?” Gavin scowled at him. “She doesn't want to be your mistress. She deserves better.” 

“And that better involves her being your—what did you even call it?” Luke paused for a moment to recollect the word. “Pet.” He finally said. “Come on, that's worse than her being my mistress.” 

Gavin moved past me to confront Luke. 

I dried off the little tears from my eyes with my fingers, not wanting either of them to see me as some vulnerable, helpless lady. 

I turned back to see Gavin planting himself before Luke. His bigger build positioned him more menacingly before Luke.

“At least, I won't make her a second choice. I intend to make her my pet, just her and no one else.” Gavin shot back at Luke. “That is how much I want her—"

“I think you both should do as she said and leave.” Mia interrupted them. I had no idea where she had found the iron rod in her large hands, but she held it threateningly in the air over both men. “Leave, else I won't hesitate to beat you both out of here with this rod.” She threw her eyes to the rod briefly for emphasis. 

Though my heart was in complete shambles, a smile managed to slip through at Mia’s attempt to protect me. 

I nearly let a laugh through too.

I knew it took a lot of courage for Mia to stand up two dangerously handsome men, men she was practically drooling for. 

“Mia, shouldn't you be supporting me here? You know I want the best for Eva. You of all people know I love her.” Luke said with a strained voice. 

Mia’s face crumbled in a grimace. “I used to like you, Luke, but I don't like you again. If you truly love Eva, then you would choose her first,” she retorted.

Luke made a heavy sigh. He looked past Mia to me. “Think about this, Eva. It is the only way we can be together.” 

Mia moved fast to block his view of me. “Don't bet on it. Because she won't,” she said, her voice scathing, eyeing Luke. “Just leave already.” 

Luke made another heavy sigh, then he pivoted for the door. Though he paused at some point, his gaze centered on Gavin, waiting for the other man to join him in leaving. 

Mia turned to Gavin then. “What are you waiting for? Leave too.” She shook the rod in the air, warning him what was at stake should he decide not to leave. 

Gavin just chuckled, his lips creasing into a broad grin. He took a step forward towards Mia. “What if I refuse to leave, Mia?” His upper lip held a taunting, yet seductive smirk.

He took another step closer to Mia, letting loose his dangerous charm. 

Mia didn't survive it. She swallowed, her hands trembling on the rod. “Then I'll beat you with this rod,” she responded, but her voice was weak, faltering, lacking her earlier resolve. Yet, she held her ground. 

I couldn't let her do this alone. I moved closer, stopping beside her. Gavin shifted his gaze to me then.

“Just leave Gavin. That threat still stands. I would call the police on you and accuse you of harassment should you refuse to leave.” 

He traced his lower lip with his thumb again, studying both of us with his eyes.

My throat gradually went dry as I held his seductive blue eyes, as they focused on me. I bit gently at my lips. 

“I’ll be back, Eva. This only ends when I get you.” He announced, then he turned, striding for the door.

Mia and I waited until Gavin and Luke shut the door behind them, watching them through the glass walls as they marched for their separate cars. Then we both breathed a collective sigh. Thank God! 

Mia shifted to me. “This is a mess, Eva. A big mess” 

“You are telling me.” I responded, dropping wearily onto an available chair.

Mia nudged my shoulder with her massive hip, causing me to look up at her. “But look at the brighter side, Eva. You are one extremely lucky girl. You have two dangerously handsome billionaires fighting themselves over you. I wished it were me.” She giggled, excitement consuming her whole features. “Luke is handsome, but I wouldn't hesitate to choose that Greek god. He is so hot, I nearly got burned early.” 

I chuckled lightly. “Get a grip over yourself, Mia. He might be a Greek god, but he is dangerous,” I told her. Though it felt more like I was warning myself rather than Mia. 

Mia wanted to respond, her eyes twinkling with more mischief, but the noise of a beeping phone stopped her. We both threw our gazes to my office, fully aware it was my cell phone. 

I rose grudgingly from my seat and strolled to my office. My face crumbled in distaste when the caller’s ID flashed on the screen—Lucy. 

What does she want? But I knew the answer to that—to torment me, make my life more miserable than it already was. 

I braced myself for the worst as I slapped the phone to my ear. 

Her thin but authoritative voice boomed in my ear. “I want to be involved in every step of your planning of my wedding. So I want to know what you have done so far. Meet me in my estate in twenty minutes. Twenty minutes,” she repeated. “Don't be even a second late,” and she hung up. 

No hello, no preamble, and no chance to make a reply. I sighed lengthily and threw the phone onto the office desk before me.

My morning was about to get more interesting. I doubt I would be able to hold onto my sanity for long if all this continues.