Evelyn"God, did that bitch really do that?!" Jennie's eyes widened in disbelief as she bit her nails. "No way. You are screwed.""I know, but I don't care. I can't let go of Jacob," I ran my fingers through my hair, pacing back and forth on the balcony. Fuck, I was going crazy."Hey, listen to me. Instead of trying to fight it with your mom, why don't you try to persuade her? She might end up keeping it to herself," Nancy suggested, hurriedly."Oh, her? I'd rather die," I laughed bitterly. There was no humor in my voice. "She has never understood me, and she never will. All she sees is the way I act, but never the reason. She'll end up putting the blame on me and start another war. Which, to be honest, I really don't want right now. I'm already fucked up enough.""Have you told Jacob yet?" Mason asked, as always zeroing in on that one question. God, I hated even thinking about it."No, definitely not. I can't tell him," I frantically replied. "He won't take it lightly, and the weddin
EvelynFinally. Finally something good. He kissed me back instantly, his hands snaking around me, pulling me closer. Our bodies pressed against each other, and his warmth seeped into my skin, replacing the icy cold with a warm fluttering sensation. I no longer felt as though I were on the verge of breaking apart.Amidst all the chaos, he was my sanctuary.As we broke the kiss and pulled away, he spoke with a smile playing at his lips, "Well, if I had known you were missing me this much, I might have considered slipping some sleeping pills into your dad's drink," he brushed my hair strands away from my face, tracing his thumb over my flushed cheeks, "Your cheeks are flushed. Did you just run?""Practically, yes," I exhaled. "Your ex is a bitch.""What did she do?" he asked, his expression cautious, "Did she say something to you?"Well....No! I couldn't tell him the truth, not now. It just didn't feel right."Um, not really," I shrugged it off, "I just don't like seeing her around.""A
Evelyn"What do you have in mind?" He gently pulled my top over my head, his fingers brushing against my shoulders, quickening my heartbeat. It was nearly impossible for me to divert my gaze from him; there was something enchanting about him that held my attention captive."You mean what I want to paint?" I asked, hesitating.Honestly, I had no clue what he meant. As he had mentioned, we were going to explore both, and I couldn't discern which he was referring to at this moment. All I could think about were things too intense to be related to painting.A deep, masculine chuckle escaped his lips, and he suppressed a grin, “Yes, Evelyn. Tell me what's on your mind; what moment do you want to lay on this canvas?" He turned me around to face the blank canvas.As I began to lose myself in thought, struggling to decide where to begin, he had a knack for further distracting my mind. Crouching down behind me, he gradually lowered my shorts.A soft gasp escaped my lips, and I was on the verge
Jacob As I laid her on the cold floor, a soft gasp escaped her beautiful lips. She looked incredibly alluring beneath me, her curves tantalizing and tempting. She awakened the primal instincts within me, without even trying to. I just wanted to bite her all over and leave my marks on her that'd take days to fade.Hovering over her, I couldn't help but look at her with awe.She was exceptional in every way. She had her own magic— Her eyes, lips, curves, the scent of her hair, the radiance of her skin, even her gait and the way she spoke were all imbued with a unique charm.How could someone be so perfect? Everything about her felt like heaven. She was breathtaking. Absolutely fucking gorgeous."You are so fucking beautiful, Evelyn," I murmured, kissing her knees and thighs. My hands caressed her bare skin, which felt as smooth as a flower. Her scent was intoxicating, and her gaze ignited a fire within me. It was a fire that could consume both of us, and I doubted either of us would mi
JacobShe arched her back, moving in perfect sync with my rhythm, with every thrust taking me deeper into her. Her walls tightened around me, making it increasingly difficult to maintain composure. Fuck, I could barely control myself.I picked up the pace, gripping her hips firmly to steady her. My lips found her neck, and I trailed kisses down her body, reaching her nipple where I grazed my teeth, this caused her to gasp with pleasure. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.What a sight!Every delicate motion she made had me spellbound. I wished she could see herself from my perspective; bet, she would be just as amazed."You know," I whispered as I leaned in closer, my weight supported by my hands, "Sometimes, I thank myself that I didn't let boundaries and morals hold me back," I looked at her, her body trembled and she moaned softly in response, her eyes locked on mine as I continued to thrust, drawing out seductive sounds from her, "Because, if I had chosen to not give i
EvelynJacob Adriano was strange—enigmatic and weird, to be precise. Why did I suddenly arrive at this conclusion? Well, the reason isn't akin to a lengthy explanation or a solution as explosive as an atom bomb. It was rather simple. Extremely simple, actually. It all boiled down to him placing the blame squarely on me for our failure to complete the painting the previous night. Yes, this Italian man truly believed that it was my fault. Ironic, right?"I still can't believe you're unwilling to change your statement," I remarked incredulously. His unwavering determination grated on my nerves. I had a conflicting urge to either punch him in the face or kiss him.Ugh! I despised the fact that he was so fucking handsome!"Why should I change my words? The blame lies with you. You're the reason we wasted the entire night. It's entirely your fault," he casually strolled over to the painting supplies, handing me a set of brushes. "Come on, we need to paint."My jaw nearly hit the floor. The
Evelyn"It's better if we talk inside," she suggested; the look on her face hinted at a revelation, and possibly a barrage of lectures. I had no idea what was going through her mind, but the closest assumption I could muster was that her boyfriend, who'd seen me last night during the entire incident with Chloe, had spilled the beans."Well, of course. I know you have a lot to say. Come in." I stepped aside to let her enter, and she walked inside. I shut the door."Tell me what you have to say; I have work to do." I spoke up, walking past her and sitting on the bed."Is that...is that Jacob's portrait, Evelyn?" She glanced at the painting before shifting her gaze to me, her voice filled with disbelief and disappointment, “And what are you wearing? His shirt?""Yeah, so?""Is this how you're rediscovering your passion, huh? Is this what you plan to do?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.God, I already despised this conversation."Well, I don't see anything wrong with it. I'm
EvelynAs I walked to his room, avoiding the glances of a few other guests along the way, my mind couldn't help but dwell on the hurtful words my mother had cruelly spat at me, all in the name of "doing what's best for me." Unbelievable, she was! She had wounded me with her words, questioned the authenticity of my feelings for Jacob, and yet clung to her claim that she cared for me.She didn't care, not even the slightest bit. If she had, she would have at least tried to understand me.I mean, seriously, she…accused me of coming between Jacob and that Chloe, as if she hadn't already hurt me enough. Of all the wounds she had inflicted on me since childhood, this was the worst, and I would forever remember it.I didn't bother knocking on Jacob's door; instead, I walked right in. My eyes searched for him until I spotted him sitting at the edge of the bed, his head hanging low as he stared at his hands. His phone lay by his side, the message to me still open on the screen.Something didn'
JacobAs the elevator doors slid shut, a jolt of panic shot through me.Fuck.I wasn't thinking—I never was when it came to Evelyn.Before I could process it, my legs were moving, rushing toward the stairwell. The cold air burned my lungs as I sprinted down the steps, two at a time, the echoes of my own footsteps pounding in my ears.God! What the hell was I thinking? Why didn’t I stop her?Fuck. I knew the answer—I was too busy self loathing in my own mind.By the time I reached the ground floor, my breathing was ragged, sharp exhales cutting through the silence. I bolted toward the parking lot, scanning frantically.Nothing.She was gone.God, how the fuck did she disappear so fast?It was nearly night. The streets were emptying, the sky turning a shade too dark, too ominous. And Evelyn? She wasn't even wearing anything warm enough.This wasn't safe. Not for her.Not for the—fuck—not for the baby.I raked a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my skin. "Why am I even thinkin
Evelyn"W-what?" My voice trembled, barely a whisper. Somewhere deep inside me—somewhere I refused to acknowledge—there was hope. A desperate, foolish hope that he’d say something different. That he wouldn’t break me with a brutal truth like this."Yes, Evelyn." His voice was steady, his eyes cold, though maybe—just maybe—there was a flicker of guilt in them. But at that moment, guilt didn’t matter. His words did. His actions did. The emotions he chose to display, and the ones he kept buried, were the only things that mattered."I am not fucking ready to be a father." His tone was unyielding, each word a blade slicing through me. "I don’t want to be a father. I don’t have it in me, and I’d rather die than carry a burden like that. Raising a kid, all of it—it’s pointless. Stupid. Meaningless shit. And I thought you felt the same, but I was wrong. And that fucking scares me. I hoped I could convince you, but you’re proving me wrong at every turn. Evelyn, no matter how much you think you
Samuel"You're too young for a baby, Evelyn!""Jacob's right—you should abort it!""No, you can't have a kid when you're still a kid yourself!""I'm going to kill that bastard!""Evelyn, think it through!"A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments—none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn't force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit's reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.He didn't think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he'd fail. I'd seen it in him for years—his greatest fear."Do you think Jacob's going to agree to this?" Clara asked, worry lacing her
EvelynThe soft sound of someone shifting and moving around the room pulled me from the depths of sleep. My eyes blinked open, heavy with lingering grogginess, and I saw Jacob getting ready—probably for the office, judging by his sharp suit.Dragging myself up despite the weight of sleep threatening to drag me back into the sea of the mattress, I yawned. Maybe it was just another side effect of pregnancy—this constant, consuming need to rest.“What are you doing?” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep.Jacob froze mid-motion, his hand hesitating as he fastened his watch. He turned toward me, his gaze softening as he abandoned the task and approached the bed. “Sorry, baby, did I wake you up?” he murmured, leaning down to caress my cheek.“Not really.” I let out another yawn. “But why are you leaving so early? You usually head out much later than this.”A small chuckle escaped him as he caught my hands, preventing me from rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Don’t do that,” he teased. “If you w
EvelynIt was noon when I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. It was suffocating, eating away at me, and I had no idea how to face it. So, I did the only thing I could—opened the damn door and walked out.Jacob was sitting on the couch, his head lowered, eyes fixed on his hands, clenching them together like they could somehow hold him together. The sound of my footsteps must have pulled him from his haze because his gaze shifted to me, and I saw the tension in his shoulders ease. A quiet sigh escaped his lips.He didn’t say a word, just stood as I walked toward him, stopping just a breath away. My chest tightened. Tears were threatening to spill, and worse—he could see it. That made it worse, because now I couldn’t hide it. The lump in my throat grew with each passing second.Before I could say anything, he raised his hands, cupping my face gently. His touch shattered whatever restraint I had left, and my chin trembled, fighting to hold back the flood of tears.He seemed to feel it
EvelynSunlight filtered through the small gap between the curtains, landing softly on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, determined not to wake up, but it only lasted a moment before I gave in. Panic shot through every one of my veins as I opened my eyes and saw the empty space beside me.Sitting up hurriedly, I scanned the room.Did he not come home last night?I slipped on my slippers, ready to search for him, when a realization stopped me in my tracks. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, waiting for him. Yet here I was, waking up in bed. The memory hit me then—his strong arms carrying me to bed, his warmth enveloping me as he held me close.I stepped out of the bedroom, my ears catching the soft clatter of utensils. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I found him there, cooking breakfast.A sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. He stood at the stove, relaxed and focused, as if the weight of our troubles didn't exist. As if we didn't have a situation to handle. As if we both weren't w
JacobI sat in my office, drenched in sweat, my breath shallow and quick. Dread crawled under my skin, seeping into my bones, invading every inch of me until I was cold. The air around me felt thick, suffocating, and each breath I managed to draw seemed to take all my strength. It was suddenly a chore to keep breathing and stay alive.I paced back and forth, running a hand through my hair, the dim light above the ceiling the only thing cutting through the darkness. I couldn’t bear to be in complete darkness right now. I needed to see something, anything, just to remind myself I was still here."Calm down," I muttered, trying to steady my shaking hands, clenching them into fists at my sides. "Fucking calm down."It had been years—years since I’d felt like this.The last time was when I was fifteen.I thought I'd outgrown it, that I had put all of it behind me. The fear. The pain. The panic. Why now? Why was it coming back?"He's dead," I breathed out, burying my face in my hands. The w
EvelynI stepped out of the doctor's office, my heart heavy and light all at once. It thudded violently against my ribs, my breath coming in shallow bursts. My skin felt cold, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. The feelings surged, intensifying with every second, creeping into every cell of my body.I felt lost. Hopeless. Overwhelmed.Was I ready to be a mother?I didn't know.Was it too soon? Maybe.But not once, in the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind, did the idea of harming the tiny soul growing inside me cross my mind. My decision had already been made before I even realized there was one to make. I knew what I was going to do.I just didn't know how.Two and a half months. Probably from our time in America. And yet, until two days ago, the thought hadn't even occurred to me.Lost in thought, I pushed open the door to our apartment. The evening light filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow. I froze when I spotted Jacob. He stood facing the mirr
EvelynIt took time to calm my racing thoughts, but even now, I had no answers. Still nothing but a plain sheet of blank covering my whole mind. Every corner.I needed to hear it from Jacob—his opinion, his view. This wasn’t just my decision or a race alone. It was ours.We had to face this situation together…For….Our baby.“I’ve looked into a few venues,” Jacob murmured, brushing his thumb over my ring. The moonlight caught it, making it gleam. “I liked some, but a few need a closer look. You should come with me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head, “Well, you are coming with me.”His warmth lulled me for a moment, my eyes fluttering shut.“So, no more secrets like everything else?” I teased, a soft chuckle escaping as I leaned back against him. His chest met my back, his warmth hugging me and his nose grazed my neck as he inhaled deeply. “If I could keep it a secret, I would,” he deadpanned, making me laugh again. “But I want the venue to be your choice. Besides