EvelynOn my way back home, thoughts of Cameron consumed my mind entirely. The interaction with him had been nothing short of exhilarating. But I couldn’t shake the doubt that I felt this way because so much of him reminded me of Jacob—his composed presence, his confident demeanor, his boldness—it all harkened back to him. I hated that I liked it.“God, why am I even thinking about that jerk?” I groaned, pressing down on the accelerator, speeding the car.Speaking of cars, I loved Cameron’s. It was a fiery red beast, one I might have accepted a ride in if I hadn’t declined his offer to pick me up for our date. Although he had his conditions before I left—next time, if I deemed him worthy enough, he would pick me up and drop me home. I wasn’t sure what he found appealing about it, but it seemed to be something he desired, so maybe next time I’d allow it.But then again, I wasn’t certain if I wanted another date. It wasn’t about him—it was about me. I couldn’t get that one man out of my
EvelynThe air in the room constricted around me like a vice, every breath a struggle against the weight of the situation bearing down on my chest. As I sank onto the bed, the gravity of it all seemed to amplify, squeezing out any semblance of ease I had left in me. Hands trembling, I fought for air, the echoes of his venomous words from that time clawing their way back into my consciousness. And now, like a relentless barrage, his recent words, laden with sincerity, replayed in my mind, tormenting me with their conflicting truths. How could someone be so cruel and yet so convincingly sincere?"I will never fucking forgive you, you bastard," I muttered, the words bitter on my tongue as tears traced a path down my cheeks. Alone in that suffocating space, it felt absurd to engage in a conversation with myself, yet I couldn't help but vocalize the turmoil within. How foolish I must have seemed, reminiscing about the moments shared with him, replaying them like a broken record.Damn it! I
EvelynI clenched my teeth at the sound of his voice, not because I loathed it, but because of the unsettling effect it had on me, pulling every fiber of my being toward him. My hands balled into fists at my sides before I summoned the courage to turn and face him. A sharp intake of breath almost escaped me as our eyes met once more—those piercing green eyes of his never failed to captivate me.You have got this, Evelyn. You can do it."Well, Maybe I was leaving because I simply didn't want to look at your fucking face," I shot back, a hint of venom lacing my words. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, as though he doubted my sincerity. In truth, he probably did.I so badly wished he couldn’t read me so easily."I don't think you hate seeing my face," he said, setting the beer bottle down on the counter with a soft clink. The kitchen was far from silent—the wind outside whispered through the open window, tousling his already unruly hair and adding to his ethereal allure.It was such a fu
EvelynAs the sunlight filtered through the curtains, dancing with the breeze that gently stirred them, I found myself lost in a battle of distractions. With each crunch of a chip, I attempted to drown out the relentless thoughts of that infuriating man, burying myself in the pages of a book. Yet, even the storyline of my chosen novel failed to captivate me, paling in comparison to the chaotic drama of my own fucking life—a tragic fucked-up movie that audiences would devour when the characters would go through shit, feel like shit and maybe even look like shit! Fuck this.I am going to move forward, leave him and his memory behind once and for all—that’s final."Caroline didn't want to be with Edward, yet she knew he held the key to her heart, igniting a fire within her that no one else could replicate—a spark destined to burn eternally," I read aloud, my jaw tensing with each word.It seemed the universe conspired against me, even influencing my choice of reading material—a cruel r
EvelynI gazed at my reflection in the mirror, clad in a pristine white gown that hugged my figure, accentuated by matching high heels. With meticulous care, I let my hair cascade in loose curls, using the curling iron after ages. A spritz of perfume and I grabbed my purse before exiting the room. It had been ages since I wore white—I had grown accustomed to Jacob's favorite—black. Everything black. But never in my life, even for once had I thought he'd leave me in black just like that that. He tainted everything with that colour and snatched the rest of the colours away from my palette.Descending the staircase, I treaded cautiously to avoid any mishaps. Yet, just as I thought I had navigated the last fucking step, I collided with an obstacle so solid it felt like slamming into a brick wall. A groan escaped me as pain radiated through my forehead, but before I could fully register the impact, a familiar scent enveloped me, dispelling the notion of a wall. It was him. My heartbreaker.
JacobAs she stormed out, rage simmered beneath my skin, clawing its way through flesh and bone—I was seething. More furious at myself than her; if only I had treated her as she deserved, none of this would be happening. She would still be in my arms, where she belonged. Yet, I couldn't deny the anger I felt towards her too—the mere thought of her with another man ignited a sadistic fury within me. God, I swore I wasn't a sadist, but the thoughts swirling in my mind tempted me to envision a myriad of ways to kill her new date, to make his demise agonizing each and every time. A very slow and painful death—every fucking time.A guttural groan escaped me, drawing the attention of my friend who was casually tending to the plants, but then he decided to ignore me. This jerk was also to be blamed—Evelyn had his fucking attitude—snarky, moody, stubborn.I stormed outside, entering the garden with purpose. "You know she's fucking going on a date?!" I barked, my fists clenching at my sides. I
EvelynIn the dark, the strong hands stealthily slipped under the cover, pulling down my panties and gliding upwards to cup my breasts still encased in lace and silk.I moaned at the feeling, my back arching, I involuntarily ended up pressing myself more into his body. It was him—I didn't need to open my eyes to realize that. His familiar cologne enveloped me, a heady concoction that stirred memories and desires. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. And his touch, oh, his touch—it could only belong to one person. Him—unmistakably him—My Ruin.His lips brushed against mine, his warm breathing fanning my face, my breathing constantly getting heavier as his hand slowly moved to land on my bare, wet, aching pussy, and he rubbed slow yet ruthless circles there.Oh god...I couldn't dare to open my eyes because I knew if I did—I would crumble into his arms. Completely."Will you meet that guy again?" He asked, lowly, a possessive e
JacobAs I paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, the early morning light barely making a dent in the heavy shadows, I felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me like a physical force. Sleep had eluded me, slipping through my grasp like sand through clenched fists, as thoughts of her, and only her, tormented my mind. Evelyn Fernandez—the woman, wrapped in indifference and fury, who seemed to had sworn to make my life a living hell for me. And indeed she was succeeding.Like for real—Her blatant disregard for me, like I was some kind of contagious disease to be avoided at all costs, cut deeper than any knife. And as if it wasn’t enough, she chose to gallivant off with random, meaningless, stupid boys. It was evident—she wanted to torture me and she was clearly winning this game.I was teetering on the edge of insanity, consumed by rage and desperation. But what recourse did I have? She was a locked door, impervious to reason or plea, reveling in the misery she inflicted upo
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
Evelyn“God, you are beautiful,” Jacob murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I snuggled closer to him under the umbrella on the chaise lounge, wrapped in his warmth and the safety of his arms. This was, what, the third time he’d told me this today? I couldn’t lie; I loved every word, every look he’d been giving me. Lately, it was like he couldn’t get enough of me, like he was falling all over again, and if I claimed not to enjoy it, I’d be the biggest liar. Well, I was a liar at times but when it came to Jacob, or anything about him, I’d was nothing but honest.“Careful there,” I giggled, glancing up at him. “You’re becoming obsessed with me.”“Too late for that, Evie. I’ve been obsessed with you for as long as I can remember.”“Oh, really?” I teased, brushing my nose against his.Just then, Jennie’s groan cut through our bubble. “Please, stop. I’ve been watching this for the last hour, and if I have to see any more of this lovey-dovey nonsense, I’m going to need another drink. L
Evelyn"Black suits you better," Jacob said, his voice a low murmur, "That peach one was far too plain.""Fine," I relented, handing the black dress to the sales assistant, who’d practically become our shopping partner at this point. Jacob and I had been here for the past hour, and just when I thought we were done, he'd find something else—matching shoes, bags, accessories, even items I knew would just sit in my closet collecting dust."I want to see the blue one," he directed at the assistant, who promptly retrieved it."More?" I protested, glancing at the growing pile of bags. "Jacob, I’m running out of closet space. Where am I supposed to keep all this?"His lips curved into that irresistible, teasing smile. "Better figure it out, baby, because I’m not done yet. Now, go try this one too.""Jacob—""Go, Evelyn.""Fine. But if I never wear half of these, it’s on you."He laughed softly, and I felt myself fighting a smile, masking it with a glare as I stepped into the dressing room. T
EvelynI drew in a deep breath, feeling the thick silence that had settled over the room. Jacob and I had discussed this trip to Italy at the café earlier, and although nerves hummed beneath my skin, a larger part of me was thrilled. Going back would be a fresh start, a chance for us to be together without the cloud of past events hanging over us. Last time, circumstances hadn’t allowed for much happiness, and yet here we were, hoping to rewrite that story.This trip could be really be different and thousand percent better.But there was one catch: my dad.He’d always been protective, and after everything that happened there, I knew he might see this as a risk—a trip he wouldn’t want me to take, not so soon. I glanced at Jacob, feeling his hand give mine a small, reassuring squeeze under the table as Dad emitted a long sigh. He reached for more veggies, placing them on his plate with a practiced calm, chewing as though he hadn’t heard the question Jacob had asked moments earlier.Was
Evelyn“If you two were going to make up this fast, then why the hell did you fight like that?” I glared at Dad and Jacob, incredulous. They were laughing, clinking their glasses together like they hadn’t been at each other’s throats this morning. I’d practically dragged Jacob out of the house, and forced him to sit in a coffee shop with me to calm down, maybe even let out a little steam. And while I was doing damage control, Dad had called me, saying, “Kick his arse, and come home without him. Don’t even think about bringing him back.”Yet here we were, hours later, with them acting like nothing had ever happened. I had no clue what changed. All I remembered was Jacob getting a call from Dad, his face going from stormy to smiling in seconds. “Let’s go,” he’d said, just like that. “My friend’s calling me back.”I clenched my fists. What was the point of putting Clara and me through their drama if they were just going to wave it off like it didn’t matter?“Hey, remember that girl? Yola
EvelynJacob and I sat across from Dad and Clara. Dad looked ready to grill us both, clearly expecting some lengthy, soul-baring explanation, while Clara seemed keen to move past the awkwardness as fast as possible. Honestly, I was right there with her. I had zero interest in dissecting our reasons—or lack thereof—for behaving like complete idiots, knowing full well it was wrong yet pressing on anyway.Truth was, if “no answer” were a valid response, it would top my list.Jacob and I exchanged a look as Dad wrapped up what felt like his hundredth question. We both knew we had nothing concrete to offer. Sure, we might’ve had a few scattered reasons, but none Dad would actually find acceptable."Listen, you two," Dad barked, "stop staring at each other and answer my questions right away. Chronologically, starting from question one.""Sorry, what was the question again?" Jacob’s casual tone almost made me laugh, but I caught myself, noting the way Dad’s expression twisted between irritat
EvelynAfter crying out through my second orgasm, I teetered on the edge of a third, begging for something I couldn't even name. My hands clung to the headboard with a white-knuckled grip while my knees straddled his face, and his lips and tongue moved with a precision that drove me wild. Every flick and stroke pushed me beyond what I thought I could take, yet left me craving more.My legs shook—no, not just my legs, but every part of me trembled violently. I couldn't tell if I was holding myself up or if it was Jacob's hands on my hips, squeezing and slapping my ass, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me that had me gasping for more.I had no fucking idea how I'd even reached those first two orgasms and even less of a clue how I'd survive this third. The beginning was a blur of sanity, but it wasn't long before I was lost in a haze where desire consumed me, and filled my bones, my every fiber, my very soul."Jacob, please," I moaned, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from my fa