(Eve’s POV)“Where did all that energy come from, Eve?” Marga laughed warmly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she glanced at her. “Argh! I need to sit. Order for me, Beth.” She took a deep breath, savoring the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee that wafted through the air as they stepped into Tony’s Café.Although Bethany looked as drained as Marga, she chose not to say anything. She went straight to the counter without asking for our orders.My pregnant friend pulled a chair and moaned. “Ahh! This is heaven.”“Sitting down? Heaven?” I chuckled, sitting across from her. “We have one store to visit. You still need to check the -”“Ugh!” She shook her head. “Oh, please. No, thank you. I’d dreamt of this, and even in a dream, it’s tiring. Right now, what I need is a massage. So…” Her eyes sparkled as she changed the subject. “Was it a date?”“A date?” I shook my head and racked my brain quickly to give her a believable reason. “A date shouldn’t be with a visitor.”She nodded, agree
(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
(Eve’s POV)“Where did all that energy come from, Eve?” Marga laughed warmly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she glanced at her. “Argh! I need to sit. Order for me, Beth.” She took a deep breath, savoring the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee that wafted through the air as they stepped into Tony’s Café.Although Bethany looked as drained as Marga, she chose not to say anything. She went straight to the counter without asking for our orders.My pregnant friend pulled a chair and moaned. “Ahh! This is heaven.”“Sitting down? Heaven?” I chuckled, sitting across from her. “We have one store to visit. You still need to check the -”“Ugh!” She shook her head. “Oh, please. No, thank you. I’d dreamt of this, and even in a dream, it’s tiring. Right now, what I need is a massage. So…” Her eyes sparkled as she changed the subject. “Was it a date?”“A date?” I shook my head and racked my brain quickly to give her a believable reason. “A date shouldn’t be with a visitor.”She nodded, agree
(Eve’s POV)I blinked rapidly, my gaze fixed on Wyatt at the dining table, laughing hard at Harry’s joke. I managed to force a laugh at something he said that wasn’t even funny. I managed to finish the main course, but I could hardly swallow the cupcake dessert.It must be my instinct, but something was off about him. After taking another sip of the wine he gave me, I rested my clenched fists in my lap, controlling the tension through my body. I plastered a smile, showing him I was okay because Harry kept glancing at me every time my lips touched the glass.A sudden wave of heat washed over me. Was it the lingering effects of last night's fever? I returned the wine glass to the table, picked up the water, and drank it slowly, my eyes darting to my phone, a silent plea for escape. I glanced at Wyatt, and even without words, we both knew we were in the same uncomfortable boat.I tilted my head, suddenly seeing Wyatt so attractive. My eyes began roaming from his gorgeous face down to his
(Eve’s POV)My children gasped when Cotton escaped Theo’s hold but giggled when they saw it approach me, walking between my legs and curling its tails as it meowed. When the kitten raised its head and met my eyes as if to say we had met again, I yelped and squeezed my eyes shut. This must be another dream.Isabella came to the rescue, picking up her pet. “Don’t be scared, Mommy. Cotton’s just greeting you,” she said, her eyes wide.A nervous chuckle escaped my mouth, and then I stared at Callahan, looking tired as if he had not slept a bit. He walked toward me after calling my kids to sit and eat breakfast.“What…” What are you doing here? I cleared my throat and changed my mind about asking him. Instead, I lifted my hand and pressed my palm on his forehead. “Are you okay?”Callahan grasped my hand and nodded. “I should be the one asking you that, Eve.”With wide eyes, I leaned forward and whispered, unconsciously saying, “You’re not supposed to come today.”He scoffed, releasing my ha
(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)“What?” I hissed, irked that he had to remember that hot night. I didn’t even know how we ended up in my bedroom. All I remembered was offering him a coffee after tucking the kids to bed, but instead of heading to the front door, we were both like crazy couples, kissing and touching as we headed to my bedroom.I jerked, withdrawing my arm. This time, Callahan released me. “We had sex? That’s absurd. A nightmare!” I gritted my teeth,Callahan let out a sigh and said, “For you.”It should have been like rocketing fireworks in the sky, but it was an exploding firecracker for me, making me angrier at him.Tears welled in my eyes. “What am to you, Cal? Your daily dose of medicine? You think I solve your sex problem?”Because if I was, I guessed I had a problem in that department, too. As much as I wanted to stay away from Callahan, every time he touched me, my body responded. Positively! All the way! My body shivered in anger, but I couldn’t shout or scream. All this conversa
(Eve’s POV)Call me a cheater, but the very reason for repeating the day was to ensure I made the right decision and correct whatever mistake I made. This was not for me but for my kids. I would not leave them alone in this world with the wrong parent. Judge me, but no dying mother would want that.“Don’t go home yet,” Marga begged when I told them I was going home.I glanced at my phone screen and shook my head briefly. This is exactly what happened the first time. “Nope. You know that I have to cook for my children. Mommy duties,” I muttered firmly.Half lie. Half truth.I had to be home before Callahan could walk into the living room, give the cat to my children, and stop Isabella from loving my boss to the moon and back. Although Cotton was a cute Balinese kitten, and like my children, I also fell in love with the tiny feline, I still had to consider Cooper’s health.After a few minutes of convincing Bethany and Marga, they finally let me go. Before driving home, I set the alarm
(Eve’s POV)The cinema was almost empty, the early hour casting a strange, eerie vibe. I couldn’t tell if the tiny hairs on my skin were standing because the zombie was approaching the closet where the child was hidden or because of the cold. Had I known Bernard wanted to watch a movie, I would have brought a sweater. And then there was the fact that I couldn't scream, not without drawing unwanted attention from the staff. It was all so awkward.I grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it into my mouth, my eyes on the large screen. I was so glad the movie was about to end.My eyes widened, and my heart hammered my chest, not because the zombie was a foot away from the closet but because of a warm hand on my knee. I chewed slowly, pretending I didn’t notice it, but when he leaned his head closer to mine, I couldn’t help but swallow the food in my mouth.I coughed briefly and was glad I chewed the popcorn well. It would be embarrassing if I choked on the popped kernels.Bernard breathe
(Eve’s POV)Perhaps dating a younger man like Bernard was a bad idea, I thought to myself.‘Stop, self!’ I told myself, sounding like a decade older than Bernard when I was only two years older than him. I sighed when I glanced at my phone screen, realizing my date was thirty minutes late.I crossed my legs, picked up the cup, which was almost empty, and looked outside the window of Shay’s restaurant.On my date with Bernard, I didn’t leave home early. I didn’t suspect the first time as I was too nervous and focused on my date with Ben, but when I saw my children earlier, I had to check the kitchen, which was messier than I imagined. The sink was overflowing with dishes, and the floor was scattered with crumbs. Still, I arrived on time at Shay’s and was still lucky to get the same spot as my date with Ben.“Finally!” I breathed, a mix of relief and annoyance washing over me as Bernard finally entered the restaurant. Despite the wait, I managed to keep my patience intact. I had to meet
(Eve’s POV)“Faster!” I moaned, my voice hushing beautifully across the room while my fingernails dug into Callahan’s skin.“My pleasure,” Callahan smiled, thrusting into my core deeper, faster.The bliss of too much pleasure made my toes curl, and I screamed, crying his name. Then… I gasped, my brows furrowing when he suddenly stopped and looked closer at me, shaking my shoulders.“Mommy! Mommy!” cried Isabella.“Huh?” I groaned when I heard my daughter’s cry. I opened my eyes and blinked confusedly at the same ceiling I was staring at while Callahan buried his heavy and massive manhood inside me. My body jerked at the small hands, shaking my shoulders and pulling my arms.“Mommy!” Theo screamed, grasping my right arm hard with his hands.My heart hammered my chest as I met three pairs of eyes, round and scared, looking at me.“Mommy, are you okay?” Cooper asked worriedly.“Huh?” I swallowed hard, blinking again and quickly processing what happened last night. I closed my eyes, brea