JacobI watched as my ex-girlfriend secretly downed one shot after another, oblivious to Samuel's absence. She hadn't realized that she didn't need to worry about him, since Samuel and Clara had left nearly forty-five minutes ago, leaving me in charge of the kids who were not-so kids in reality. But she didn't notice. Of course, how could she? She was too engrossed with her boy-toy and friends to even glance at anyone. Especially me.It was as if I didn't fucking exist to her, and it bothered me. It really fucking did. I was so used to having her attention all on me, only me, that now, deprived of it, I felt like a teenager craving the attention of his favorite girl in college. It was fucked up, but it was the truth.I wanted Evelyn's eyes on me as much as my eyes were on her. She was fucking mine to take and I didn't fucking like the idea of sharing but right now basically everyone had her but...not me.I watched as she took another shot, Nancy sneaking it to her. Cameron chuckled as
Jacob.In my mind, I counted to three. Slowly, I took control of my rage, my pent-up frustration, and my sexual desires that were teetering on the edge as I watched her, all riled up. Even in her anger and drunkenness, she looked beautiful.But beauty didn't excuse her misbehavior.She thought she could do whatever she wanted—she needed to think again."Don't blame me later. You fucking asked for it." Without a shred of doubt, I leaned down, slid my hands around the back of her knees, and hoisted her over my shoulder. Her perfectly round butt was so close to my face—I almost had the urge to bite it, but then again, we were in front of her friends.God! I couldn't even describe my emotions—I was mad, pissed, and, above all, I was incredibly horny. She turned me on as much as she made me angry."What the fuck!" she yelled, throwing her tiny fists against my back—they felt like raindrops against my skin. "Let me go, you fucking asshole!" I ignored her and flashed a smile towards her frie
EvelynThe morning light pierced through my eyelids, stirring me from my slumber. As I blinked open my eyes, I winced, immediately assaulted by a pounding headache. No, I hadn't just become aware of it; the ache had been lurking even in my dreams.Fuck this!A soft groan escaped my lips as I pressed my palms against my throbbing temples. Memories from last night floated hazily in my mind, elusive and fragmented. I recalled being with my friends, pretending to have a good time, Jacob, Clara, and Dad on the patio. Then Dad and Clara had apparently left, but what happened next?Fuck! What did I do after they left?I pushed myself upright, bracing my weight on my hands as I sat on the edge of the bed."Think, Evelyn. Get your shit together and think," I urged my brain to piece together the events of last night, but all I got in return was a surge of pain, likely a consequence of drowning myself in alcohol. The sharp ache shot from my eyebrows to the back of my skull, and another groan sli
Evelyn“You didn’t tell me you had a party going on here on the beachside—I thought it’d just be a walk by the beach,” I chuckled, swaying with the music as it thumped around us, the star-filled sky above, the wind tousling my hair while Cameron gently tucked a few loose strands behind my ear.“I was afraid that scary-looking friend of your dad wouldn’t let you come if he got even a hint,” he laughed, sliding his hand around my waist and pulling me closer. Suddenly, I grew aware of our proximity, my senses heightening. “So, I kept it a secret.” He kissed my cheek, and though my body froze, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.I needed this distraction. Wasn’t this what I wanted? A connection that progressed smoothly, nothing too fast or frantic, just smooth sailing? But that came with its own downsides—no butterflies, no flutters of your heart, and no sparks.“Well,” I slipped my hands around his neck, our bodies swaying with the music, in perfect rhythm. From the corner of my eye, I
EvelynI halted in my tracks, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife. Then came the click, and suddenly the bar lights flickered on, casting a warm glow over the staircase and illuminating my figure. A peculiar heat crept up my skin, seeping into my flesh and bones—his voice, resonant and deep, carried an edge that sent my heart into a frenzy.Summoning my courage, I clenched and unclenched my fists before finally turning to face him, meeting his gaze head-on. There he sat on a bar stool, his appearance starkly different from the morning encounter. Shirtless, every contour of his sculpted muscles on display, the veins in his arms prominent. Strands of hair fell across his forehead, offering tantalizing glimpses of his enchanting green eyes. In his hand, a glass of whiskey, his favorite brand—ironic, considering Dad despised it yet still brought it home upon Jacob's arrival, despite claiming to loathe his best friend now. Strange, wasn't it?Everyone still fucking loved Jac
EvelynMy eyes widened as my breath hitched and my heart pounded against my chest. Sweat slicked my skin in seconds, and a bead traced a slow path between my breasts, catching Jacob's gaze. I screamed into his hand as his fingers thrust deep inside me. His other hand gripped my thigh, lifting it slightly as he pressed me firmly against the bar, his fingers curling within me. A gasp escaped my lips, muffled by his hand."Bet Cameron never made you this wet," he whispered, his breath hot against my face, his hand still silencing me. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Can he, though? Can he make you as wet as I do?" His thumb found my clit, and I jerked, my hips trembling as his fingers began to move.Fuck!This all reminded me of that day at the pool. The first time he touched me, when his fingers, just like now, thrust deep inside me, and he fucked me so well with his fingers that I came within minutes. He could read my body as if every detail was written in his own blood, and I could never
EvelynAs I had fucking expected, I couldn't get a wink of sleep the entire night. Wine didn't help, sleeping pills didn't help, and even trying to bring myself to orgasm didn't help, most probably because I refused to imagine his face. He was both my dream and my nightmare, my pleasure and my pain, the object of both my love and hate, my desires and regrets. Sometimes I wished I could erase every single memory of him, but then I realized how meaningless my life would be without them.He made me miserable but at the same time he made me feel alive.Fuck! How am I supposed to forget him?I shook off my thoughts as I washed my face. "God, Evelyn! This is not the time to get fucking emotional and think of all the reasons why you should go back to him because, in reality, you fucking shouldn't!"Grumbling a few curses, I finished my routine and freshened up for the morning. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed my puffy face despite not having slept at all. I might not show signs
EvelynMy eyes widened slightly at the sight of the roses and Cameron standing there early in the morning. My brows lifted in surprise as I breathed out softly, my hand instinctively reaching to take the bouquet from his hand. "That's...that's so sweet, Cameron," I whispered, my gaze fixed on the roses. A strange guilt gnawed at me, knowing how much effort he put in for me, while I could never reciprocate even a fraction of it. "I-I...thank you so much."God. I felt so fucking guilty. Why was he so nice to me? I so badly wished he was not this nice because it would have made it easier. "Who is it, Evie?" Clara's voice boomed from inside, snapping me back to reality. Standing in the doorway, I blocked their view of Cameron. They could only catch a glimpse of his blonde hair and hints of the red jacket he wore. Not even Jacob could see him, and the thought of getting on his nerves overshadowed the guilt I'd initially felt when I initially saw the roses.I was a horrible person. So fuc
Evelyn"You know, Evelyn... you're the only woman I've ever met who complains about shopping too much," Jacob chuckled, his deep voice resonating with amusement as we strolled down the pavement hand-in-hand.I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. After a marathon of "extra shopping" we'd stuffed the car's backseat with bags and parked nearby for a walk—because I insisted, of course.As we wandered through the peaceful evening, enjoying the crisp air and easy conversation, my eyes suddenly caught sight of a street-side ice cream shop. I stopped mid-step, my gaze locking onto the neon-lit counter like a moth to a flame.Jacob noticed immediately. "You want ice cream?" he asked, already grinning."Yes, please!" I chirped, tugging him toward the shop.When we reached the counter, Jacob, knowing me better than anyone, placed the order without hesitation. "One cookies and cream, please.""And," I added, "a mint chocolate chip."He raised a brow at me. "Evelyn, I don
Evelyn I had somehow managed to send Jacob to the office after an entire week of… well, do I even need to spell it out? Let’s just say we thoroughly tested every surface in the house—counters, the floor, the bed, the shower, the bathtub—nothing was spared.We’d been inseparable. And even now, sitting alone on the couch, I found myself missing his warmth. Usually, by this time of day, I’d be curled up in his arms, both of us pretending to watch cartoons on the TV. I liked them because they were silly and comforting; he liked them because he could watch me laugh.But today, the cartoons felt hollow. I sighed, flipping through channels, hoping to stumble upon something decent.And then, there it was.I paused mid-click as a familiar name from the news anchor pierced through my disinterest.“Tyler Ricci…”My hand froze, the remote slipping from my grasp as the screen showed him—Tyler Ricci, striding into a courthouse, his lawyers trailing behind like shadows.“Tyler Ricci, CEO and propri
EvelynJacob drove with reckless abandon, the car slicing through the night as the engine roared. The wind rushed in through my open window, sharp as a blade yet strangely smooth, wrapping around my hand as I held it outside. The music played softly in the background, barely audible over the wind's howl. Jacob had his hand on my thigh, soft and soothing.I glanced at him. His focus was entirely on the road, his jaw set in quiet determination. Unable to resist, I leaned closer, kissing his jawline, then his cheek, then trailing it slowly to the corner of his mouth.His eyes flicked toward me, his grip on my thigh tightening, the green of his irises darkening like the night enveloping us.Teasingly, I shifted my lips to the other corner of his mouth, hovering just enough to feel his breath. Then, I brushed against his lips, soft and deliberate. I felt him stiffen beneath me."We could both die right now, Evelyn," he growled, his voice low and warning. "Do you want that?""What if I said
Evelyn"You know people are going to think we're weird if you keep looking at me like that," I said, shifting awkwardly in my seat. My attempt to maintain a composed smile was failing miserably, and the heat creeping up my neck warned me a blush was imminent.After an exhausting hour of meeting Jacob’s business associates, Enzo’s friends, and a handful of extended family members, we had finally found a moment to sit. But Jacob—predictably—wasn’t letting the moment breathe. His eyes were locked on me, piercing and unwavering, as if I were the only person in the room."I don’t give a fuck about what people think," he replied, his tone casual but his gaze anything but. He leaned in, the back of his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "I’m admiring my girlfriend. That’s nobody’s business but mine."A smile threatened to break free as I looked at him, trying to keep my composure. "You really have an answer for everything, don’t you?"He grinned, that maddenin
Evelyn"Honey, you look absolutely ravishing in this dress," Eliot declared as he ran his fingers through his green hair—a habitual gesture he repeated every two minutes without fail. His lips curled into a grin as he added, "God! You’re a freaking goddess!" He pressed his fingers against his lips dramatically, as if silencing his own awe.A soft chuckle escaped me as I reached out to ruffle his hair. "Thanks, Ellie.""You’re most welcome, Evie," he replied before turning to his assistant, who had already begun packing up their tools and supplies.I shifted my gaze to the mirror, unable to suppress a small smile at my reflection. The black, one-shoulder evening gown shimmered subtly, hugging my curves in all the right places. My hair, neatly styled into an elegant bun, paired perfectly with the understated nude makeup that complemented my skin tone. The black heels added a touch of height, accentuating my posture and elongating my frame.Well, I looked really pretty today.No one else
EvelynAfter what felt like an hour of relentless bickering and a barely controlled wrestling match, Jacob and Bianca finally collapsed onto the couch. Both were panting, disheveled, and bruised—though we all knew Jacob had gone easy on her. Let’s be real: one solid punch from him could probably send ten Evelyns and ten Biancas straight to heaven."Are you two done now?" I asked, trying—and failing—not to laugh. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I’d witness two grown adults behaving like this."Yeah," they grumbled in unison, their synchronized reply only making my lips twitch with amusement."Great," I said, standing up. "Once you two finish catching your breath, we’re setting the table together. I’m starving, and I’m sure you are too."Jacob, of course, couldn’t help himself. "Well, I doubt we can eat if Bianca cooked."Bianca’s head snapped up like she’d been personally insulted by the gods. "Excuse me, you absolute piece of shit in the name of human! If you don’t want to e
Evelyn “We’re already late,” I sighed, resting my chin against his chest. “We really need to get up and head to Bianca’s, or she’s going to kill us.”“We can be a little late,” he murmured, effortlessly flipping us so I was on my back, with him hovering above me. Slowly, he buried his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell so good.”“Dummy,” I chuckled, threading my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. “It’s already past breakfast time. If we don’t get there soon, she’ll be plotting our deaths.”He hummed, pressing a kiss to the spot between my neck and shoulder before trailing his nose along my jawline. “Trust me, baby. Since she invited us for breakfast, she probably has a secret dinner planned too. Besides, she knows us.”“She knows us?” I raised an eyebrow, gently grabbing his jaw and making him look at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“What I mean,” he began, his left hand slipping under the duvet and tracing my inner thigh, “is that she k
Sometimes, just when you think you’ve finally reached solid ground, life finds a way to pull the rug out from under you. One moment, everything seems to be falling into place, and the next, it's unraveling faster than you can hold it together. Evelyn and Jacob are bracing for the fiercest storm they've ever faced—a storm that will test them in ways they never imagined. This isn't just another bump in the road; it’s a plunge into depths they’ve never explored. Get ready, because this time, they’re on a rollercoaster that’s about to dive even deeper, with twists and turns they may not come back from unchanged. It’s time to dive deeper. *** “You’re too young for a child, Evelyn. Don’t you get it?” Jacob’s voice thundered. “You can’t have that baby.” “Why not?!” I shot back, defiant and trembling. “I have a say in this too! This is my choice. I’m keeping the baby, Jacob, whether you like it or not.” Jacob groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Evelyn, I really don’t h
Evelyn “Welcome back.” Jacob scooped me up the moment I stepped inside the apartment, spinning us around before I even had a chance to take a step on my own. I laughed, holding on tighter as he twirled us, our laughter filling the familiar space.“Silly,” I whispered as he settled us on the couch, cradling me in his lap like a baby. Jacob always treated me like one, and honestly, I didn’t mind being spoiled. After the long flight, I should’ve felt tired, but the moment we breathed in the air of Italy, any exhaustion disappeared. And being back in this apartment, where we’d built so many memories—the good, the hard, the unforgettable—felt as sweet as it was bittersweet.“You have no idea how empty this place felt after you left,” Jacob murmured, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail. “It was like I was dying a little every day. The silence, missing your warmth, your scent, the soft sound of your footsteps… it all just killed me, baby. I love you.” His forehead presse