(Eve’s POV)I have an hour.“Cal…” I whispered his name, slipping my tongue between his lips.Callahan parted his lips for me and kissed me passionately, waking every part of my body. Slowly, he trailed my shoulders down to my wrists.A low growl escaped my throat, pushing my body against him. I must be sick… or maybe an addiction to him because whenever Callahan and I started touching each other, I couldn’t push him away or stop myself. I became a slave, letting him do whatever he wanted to do with me.The dampness between my legs and the heat crawling through my skin proved I wanted him now. I withdrew my hand from him, reaching the zipper of his pants and grasping his pulsing tool. My heart raced, feeling his already hard member. I moaned deliciously, feeling the tingling down my core. I was on fire!“Eve…” Callahan moaned, grabbing my hand and stopping me from pulling the zipper down.“How about we make that dream come true, Cal,” I whispered, taunting him.Callahan chuckled softl
(Eve's POV) ‘I want to reset my life. Please, can somebody push that button?’ I groaned, wincing at the bright light when my expected guest turned on the switch. I immediately pulled the old, worn-out blanket and covered my face. “Reset? Where’s the button, Eve Bennet, and I will.” Bethany sneered, grasping the edge of the blanket and tugging it towards her. Bethany Bennett, my chirpy and goddess-looking best friend, beamed like the sun in her flouncy, off-shoulder yellow floral dress, contrasting my black pair of silk sleepwear, and like my blanket, it was old but comfortable. I grumbled, clutching the sheet and pulling it back to my chest as if it were the last thing that tied my sanity to me. I must have said my wish aloud when she entered the main bedroom. “Why are you still in bed?” Her eyes grew wider as she crossed her arms over her chest. I bet the sun wasn’t up yet because the bright light would usually spill through the window and cast a warm glow over everything. The
(Eve's POV)“Are you sure this is the address?” Bethany gawked at the mansion. She wasn’t blinking, so I doubted if she was breathing.It was old and… gothic, reminding me of all the scary movies my family watched together. My breathing and the beating of my heart were on pause as I slowly glanced at my children. Like me, their eyes fixed on where we would live temporarily, their mouths open, and I bet their heart pounding faster as we got closer to the place.Bethany slowed down the car, stopping at the gate.Isabella screamed when the tall, beautifully decorated metal gate creaked, automatically opening for us. I opened the window, hoping to find the sensor, but I gasped when the cold wind kissed my skin. Goosebumps broke out over my skin.“Brrr…” I shivered, clearing my throat as I pressed the button to close the car window. I couldn’t find the sensor if this old place had one, or maybe it was hidden from the neglected sprawling vines around the area. “Shh!” Jessy hushed her, unfa
(Eve's POV)“3601? 3611? 3610? Damn card key! Why don’t you have numbers in you?” I groaned, balancing the two drinks on a small tray I held as I exited the elevator.I bit my bottom lip and looked at the left hallway, hoping it would help me remember what Bethany instructed. It was supposed to be the easiest task, but after Rosie’s call, I got distracted, and the only thing I remembered was bringing the wine to Bob Barclay. This was a test, so I knew I shouldn’t make a mistake. My job was at stake as Bob was as perfectionist as the CEO of Secret Temptation.“Turn left…” My eyes narrowed as I looked at the long hallway. I shook my head. “No, it must be right.”I drew in a long breath and made my way to the nearby coffee table, regretting that I didn’t jot down the room number. I gently rested the small tray on the polished surface of the table and picked up the elegant wine glasses, holding them firmly. I had no intention of making the two glasses into many pieces in case I accidental
(Eve’s POV)I crawled onto the bed, facing the full-length mirror that stood against the wall. A sense of shock washed over me when I saw my reflection. I was dressed in my old pair of black pajamas, which I was sure I wore yesterday night. There was no evidence of my messy mascara, but my hair was a complete mess, with a few strands sticking out in every direction. I blinked in dazed confusion, slowly turning my head on the table calendar on the side table.Was it a dream? I swallowed hard, convincing myself that what happened yesterday must be real. My core still tingled, reacting at the memory of Callahan’s massive manhood inside me. I could still taste and feel his touch and kisses.I closed my eyes and groaned. Either I was lonely or broken.“Is everything okay?” Bethany looked at me anxiously and shook her head. “Wrong question. Are you okay? You look sick,” she said, pressing her palm on my forehead. “You’re -”“Okay,” I muttered, easing back. “I’m fine, Bethany,” I assured her
(Eve’s POV) “Why are we leaving, Mommy? Why can’t we live here anymore?” Isabella asked, blinking her round eyes at me. I swallowed hard, not because of the overwhelming emotions I had in leaving this place but because, in my mind, we already left. If this were a phenomenon of an illusion of a memory that could have happened before, then I would say this was the weirdest déjà vu ever. “Because it’s not -” “It’s not ours anymore, baby,” I immediately cut Jessy. “Get inside so your sisters can sit as well,” I said, kissing her forehead. Jessy gave me a skeptical look but pursed her lips. I knew she had a lot of things to say, but she only lifted a brow, crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned on the car, watching me secure Isabella’s seatbelt. When I was done, she cursed under her breath, rolled her eyes to show her annoyance, and followed her little sister inside the car. Bethany rested her arm on my shoulders, forcing a smile as she leaned her head on mine. “Eve, tell me wh
(Cal’s POV) “Woke up on the wrong side of bed?” Bob chuckled, glancing at me amusedly as he placed the documents on my table. “That’s for your signature.” I let out a long, tired sigh, furrowing my eyebrows in frustration as I straightened up in my seat and took a deep breath, taking the papers but eyeing the one in his hand. “Where’s Lorraine?” I asked, my eyes still on the paper as I looked for my secretary. Bob scoffed. “You fired her yesterday, remember?” he said while sneering at me. “I can't believe you let her go when we're swamped with this event. What exactly do you expect me to do, Cal? Split my body in two so I can be both at the event and assist you?” “She’s incompetent," I sighed, finally remembering terminating her yesterday. "Assisting me? That’s your job. You’re my assistant.” I placed the paper back on the table and leaned on the swivel chair. He sat on the chair and propped his right elbow on the table. “Darling, don’t forget I’m also your business partner in ch
(Cal's POV)I shook my head, my eyes pinned on her. With a furrowed brow, I lifted her resume and waved it to them. My gaze shifted to her face, trying to recall where I had seen or met her, but my memory failed me.“Have we met before?” I asked, still studying her features, searching for any recognizable detail that could jog my memory, but nothing seemed to click.Her head moved with a forceful shake. “No, this is our first time to meet,” she muttered with conviction, emphasizing each word. I nodded, hiding my amusement. “And this will be my first time interviewing an applicant from afar.”“Oh!” Her face turned crimson.She lowered her gaze, but it was only for a while. When she raised her head, she gave Bethany a dagger look, but my best employee puckered her lips, and then she burst out laughing with Bob.“Get in. He won’t bite you,” Bob promised, gesturing his hand to her to enter the room.This time, she did not resist. As if counting her steps, she walked toward the chair Bob