Chapter Thirty-Four: Let The Games Begin

Evelyn's POV 

He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “We both know he wouldn't. He is just Caleb, with no influence how much he would have dropped. No, I don't think so.”

What he said made so much sense. But I was determined to find out who it was.

I shifted his hand and jerked over. Now I was on his body and facing him. I made sure he felt the hot air I breathed, with my lips brushing his as I continued to speak. “You shouldn't have said goodbye when you weren't sure you wanted to go. Now see who's enjoying the moment.”

“That was cutesy,” he said as he pulled me in with a kiss.

It was passionate. He had just ignited the flames of desire in me. But I pulled out and left the bed.

I glanced back and caught the look of surprise on his face—he must have wondered what was going on. I smiled, trying to appear composed.

“Hey, stay calm. I just need to take a bath,” I said with a casual wave before strolling into the bathroom.

When I returned, fresh and clean, Leonard's eyes immediately locked onto mine, and a slow, knowing smile crept across his face. His gaze lingered, smoldering, before he deliberately glanced at the mirror frame. He chuckled, his voice low and husky.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his words dripping with flirtation. Then, his eyes were back on me, intense and unyielding. “And what a nice angle you’ve placed it at—it captures everything in the room. Just like you’ve captured my entire attention.”

My chest fluttered at his words, even though I knew exactly what he was doing. I found myself enjoying the game, the push and pull of it all. Leonard wasn’t one to shy away from being bold, and I appreciated his cleverness.

We locked eyes, the tension between us palpable. Unable to resist, I stepped closer, grabbed his collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. But just as quickly, he pulled back.

“Not so fast,” he whispered, his warm breath teasing my lips. Then, with a smirk, he walked past me and disappeared into the bathroom.

I let out a breath, caught between frustration and amusement, and turned to the mirror frame. It really was beautiful, but I was fortunate to know its true purpose before now. But the distraction didn't last long—Leonard emerged from the bathroom, his footsteps soft but deliberate. My body tensed in anticipation. I closed my eyes, waiting for his touch, heart pounding.

But instead, his voice called out, “Can you grab me a towel?”

I blinked, feeling both surprised and a little disappointed. Shaking my head at my wandering thoughts, I replied, “Sure.” I retrieved a towel from the wardrobe and made my way back to him.

As I entered, I dropped the towel on the bathroom floor. “Oops!” I exclaimed, bending down to pick it up.

That’s when I felt his hands on my back, pulling me up. Before I could react, his lips crashed into mine, igniting a passionate kiss. My mind went blank as the world around us faded into nothingness. It was just us, caught in the intensity of the moment.

He lifted me against the wall, his movements firm yet gentle, his touch sending sparks through my entire body. Every nerve seemed awakened enjoying every bit of the moment.

Eventually, we stumbled into the bedroom, our lips never parting, and fell onto the bed. The heat between us intensified, and as we explored each other, the pleasure was up to limitless.

I felt his hands slide gently across my back, pulling me closer with a quiet urgency. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, each movement a testament to the connection we shared. His touch was both tender and commanding, sending shivers all through me. 

His lips tracing a path along my neck, leaving me breathless. The intensity grew, and my body responded instinctively, drawn to the magnetic pull between us. His hands moved carefully, reverently, as though he was memorizing every inch of me.

A gasp escaped my mouth, As he slipped his dick inside my pussy, and thrusted steadily and gently.

Soon, my moans became louder.

His movements were deliberate, his focus unwavering as he explored the rhythm we created together. The air was thick with unspoken words, our connection speaking louder than any voice could.

As our breaths quickened, the world around us faded away. There was nothing but the sensation of his touch, the warmth of his skin against mine, and the shared moment that felt like it would stretch into eternity. The crescendo came together, a perfect harmony that left us both breathless.

Time blurred, and when it was over, we collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, completely spent. Sleep claimed us soon after.

Leonard left early the next morning, citing work commitments, and I was left alone with lingering thoughts of him. Shaking off the haze, I freshened up and decided to spend the day with my dad, since I wouldn't be at work.

We enjoyed a quiet breakfast together, watered the plants, and chatted about trivial things. When the conversation drifted toward my work, I decided to share a little update about my presentation. I told him the results were delayed due to a technical issue, but I expected to hear back soon. It was a lie, but Leonard’s confidence in me the night before had given me a boost, enough to almost believe my own words. Atleast, there is a good percentage of positivity.

After lunch, I called Dana and invited her over for dinner. Initially, she declined, citing a date, but moments later, she called back to say the date had been canceled.

“Guess you’re stuck with me,” she joked.

“Perfect,” I replied with a grin. I didn’t care about her plans; I just knew I wanted her here.

When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath, straightened my dress, and smoothed my features into an expression of casual normalcy.

“Dana,” I said, opening the door with a bright smile. “Come on in.”

The game was about to begin.