Evelyn "Finally you all got time to come," I said as Jennie, Nancy, and Mason entered my room, their hands filled with shopping bags.These dorks will never change!"Oh, come on, Evelyn," Jennie plopped down beside me on the bed, "It's not our fault your dad's wedding turned into a destination extravaganza. We had to finish our assignments early just to get our leave approved.""Sure, blame it on me. It's not like any of you take your studies seriously," I retorted."Enough with the lecture," Nancy said, collapsing on the other side of the bed, "You're hardly one to talk. You spend all day daydreaming about your dad's hot Italian best friend." They all burst into laughter."Just spare me and drop the subject of that headache," I groaned."Wait, I see you've given him a new name," Jennie interjected, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Something must have happened.""We can discuss your forbidden uncle later, Eve. But first, here's a little something to spice up your evening," Mason non
JacobThis evening was weirder than the previous ones, at least....for me. While everyone seemed to be perfectly enjoying their evening, something felt off.The coffee tasted increasingly bitter against my taste buds as I observed Evelyn laughing and chatting with that new guy, sitting a little too close for comfort. My comfort.There was no denying her breathtaking beauty. Her silky dark hair, enchanting hazel eyes, captivating smile, and radiant complexion held an irresistible allure. Beyond measure. They beckoned to me like forbidden fruit, tempting me to indulge in sinful desires. Oh, how I longed to take her to my room and ravish her!Damn it, I knew I had to contain my thoughts. But, I just couldn’t. The memory of her lips pressed against mine in the kitchen still haunted my thoughts. RelentlesslyShe was driving me to the brink of madness, every movement, every word, every smile and laugh sending shivers down my spine. Even without actively doing anything, she had an uncanny a
Evelyn"Evelyn, rise and shine! We can't afford to be tardy," Clara nudged me, determined to rouse me from my slumber whilst I tried to sink my head into the pillow."Not today, Clara. My head is throbbing like a war drum," I groaned."Did you drink alcohol last night?" Her keen observation was almost immediate; Of course, she couldn’t miss the scent of liquor."Don't breathe a word to Dad, but yes. I may have consumed an entire bottle.”God! The consequences were evident in my pounding head and queasy stomach. "Why did you overdo it? You know your tolerance for strong liquor is lacking," she sighed, sitting beside me.I couldn't reveal the true reason, could I? Absolutely not."I simply wanted to let loose and have some fun, but I went a little too far with the alcohol. Perhaps sticking to beer would have been wiser," I confessed, turning on my back and pinching the bridge of my nose, “The idea of having fun fucked me up.”Of course, it was a lie. Every syllable that escaped my lips
EvelynWarning: 18+, mature and sexual content ahead. "I... I wasn't expecting you at all," I managed to stammer, my voice betraying my surprise and unease.A casual smirk played on Jacob's lips as he replied, "Neither was I." With a swift motion, he discarded his t-shirt, causing my jaw to drop in awe at the sight of his bare, sculpted torso. The sight alone was enough to make my heart skip a beat, and the tattoo that adorned his skin only added to his allure. How could someone be so perfect?"But surprisingly, a few minutes ago, as I observed you swimming, I discovered that I'm not the only one who decided to deviate from today's plans," he continued, descending the pool steps and immersing himself in the water.This man was a walking Greek god. Well, if there were any Italian gods, he could be that too. Fuck, he could be any god he wanted! Heaven and hell, he could conjure both…into me.Suddenly, my body seemed to ignite, the temperature soaring as my gaze remained locked with hi
EvelynWarning: Mature and Sexual content ahead.We ended up in my room; Slamming the door shut, Jacob's strong arms lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. My hands remained around his neck as I pulled him for a kiss, wanting to be as close as possible to satisfy the urge of friction. Our lips collided, hungry and desperate. We succumbed to the fire between us. Losing each other in the fog of desires. Jacob lowered me onto the bed, his lips trailing from mine to my neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. A loud moan escaped my lips as he found that sensitive spot below my ear, his tongue teasing and igniting a wave of pleasure."I want you all bare," It was more likely a low growl than just a command erupting from him and wetness pooled my already dampened bikini bottom.I reached closer to his ear, tangling my fingers in his silky hair locks as I pulled him to me and whispered, "Then undress me."I did not give a fuck about wha
EvelynA few hours had passed since we freshened up and changed into new clothes, and ended up in Jacob's room.Currently, I was occupied. Really very occupied in admiring the masterpiece beneath me, as I sat astride him, my legs on either side, taking in the mesmerising sight of his tattoos. They adorned his chest and extended down his arm, a tapestry of intricate details that I traced with the pads of my fingers. It was as breathtaking as he was.He slid his hand beneath the fabric of my oversized t-shirt, his fingers gently grazing my bare waist, just a few inches above the waistband of my shorts. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he traced patterns against my skin before firmly resting his hands on either side of my hips.He knew what he was doing! "You didn't have so many tattoos back five years ago," I mumbled."Yeah, I've collected them over the years," he replied."This dragon on your chest, you have had it from the start," I said pointing at his chest before sliding my ha
EvelynRestlessness consumed me as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to get any sleep.After meeting Clara and Dad, enduring a long conversation with Clara and enduring Dad's lecture on 'A million reasons why not to drink alcohol,' I returned to my room hours ago. But sleep seemed to elude me completely. My sleep schedule was fucked up, and my mind was consumed by thoughts of Jacob.Was it wrong to long for his presence once again?Perhaps it was, or perhaps it wasn't. Regardless, I was deeply troubled by this newfound forbidden addiction. I’m addicted to him. I definitely am.A groan escaped my lips as I abruptly sat up in bed. These past few hours had made it abundantly clear that sleep was an elusive companion, for Jacob refused to vacate my thoughts.However, did I even want him to be out of my thoughts? It was a constant internal debate because I genuinely loved dwelling on thoughts of him. There was a strange sense of peace I found whenever his face appeared in my mind's eye.
EvelynI pulled down his trousers before he helped me in sliding them all the way down before I moved my hands to his boxers. He was too perfect; I could already see it without having to actually see it.But suddenly, a wave of insecurities crashed over me. Doubt and worry crept into my mind, threatening to overshadow the excitement. I had absolutely no experience in oral whatsoever. The furthest I had gone with any guy was just a lip kiss and a few minutes of make-out—that was the extent of my limited knowledge. The questions bombarded my thoughts, like a relentless barrage.What if I'm utterly terrible at it? What if he's left disappointed?What if I fail to please him?I was surely not as experienced as the other women who had graced his presence. Such a man like him must have encountered so many beautiful women, who might have astounded him to the core from the looks to the performance on the bed. And to be awfully honest, I did not have any skills whatsoever since I have never
EvelynMy eyes blinked open to darkness. Well, a room barely deserving the name. Crumbling walls, shattered water pipes, and the constant drip of water hitting the damp floor surrounded me. The cold wetness had seeped through my boots, and sweat slicked my skin—not from heat, but from the suffocating gag biting into my mouth."Well, well." His voice slithered through the room, echoing off the broken walls and scraping against my nerves. "Someone's finally awake, huh?"Through the haze of drowsiness, I saw him. Tyler. He stood before me, a knife glinting in his hand, the blade catching what little light filtered through the cracks. The silence wrapped around us, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets. No passing cars, no sign of life—just isolation. Wherever I was, it was a place no one with good intentions would tread.He moved closer, his eyes as dark as his twisted heart. He crouched before me, his knife still in hand, his presence suffocating.I pressed back against the ch
EvelynHe had left after we had sex. Lots of sex. As always, I loved every part of it. Every moment. Every nip, every kiss, every thrust, every rub against skin to skin. And the way it left me smelling nothing but like him. The pure scent of Jacob Adriano, the smell of his presence, the scent of his breath and the beautiful smell of that shampoo he uses.Argh! I loved that man.I'd probably love him more tomorrow. A little more the next day. And then again more the following day.It'd go like this. Forever. But now, no matter how much I loved my man and how strictly he'd told me not to step out of the apartment alone, I couldn't help but feel the itch of the open breezes against my skin. I wanted to go out and pretend that I was safe and not scared even if I wasn't. But I also knew I'd be risking my baby's health and mine if I happened to be caught anywhere near that Tyler named monster whom I could feel everywhere these days. Worse, sometimes even in my dreams.So, I knew that I'd
JacobThe restraining order had been issued and I didn't know why, his family that was not at all concerned about him was suddenly helping that piece of shit get through things not be thrown under the bad eye of the media. They were fucking helping him cover up his shit.I was being around my two angels as much as I could, as much as it was fucking possibe and even now as I stared at her laying in my arms, peacefully asleep, I couldn't shake off the guilt that she felt unsafe. I knew it from her face even though she didn't say it.Even after a month....She felt him everywhere and that piece of shit was probably tracking our every movements.I didn't know what was I supposed to do.I'd thought about sending her back to America and then join her later after getting shit sorted but she'd not agree. She wanted me with her and I wanted her. Always around me. With her sweet scent, beautiful smile, silky hair and that beautiful litte baby bump. God, even her swollen feet looked adorable to m
TylerI stepped back into the penthouse.No—not a penthouse. A fucking shithole. Sure, most people would kill to be here, surrounded by functioning luxuries, calling it a dream. But for me? This was nothing. A joke compared to what I had. What that piece of shit, Jacob, stole from me. And there was only one way to take it all back. I had to take everything from him. And in this world, if there was anything Jacob Adriano cared about more than his own life, it was her.Evelyn Fernandez.The one thing I could never have. The one fucking desire that had ruined me. I didn't regret what I did—not for a second. One taste of her would've been worth losing everything. But I couldn't have her. And that's why she had to die.There were two reasons Evelyn had to die.One—I couldn't have her.Two—Her death would be Jacob's down
EvelynMy breath hitched. I staggered back, my pulse a wild, erratic thing in my chest. No. He couldn’t be here.My gaze darted to the security camera, and there he was.The same black hoodie. The same soulless eyes. Standing closer than before. At our doorstep.“Well,” his voice slithered through the speaker, smooth, taunting, “stepping away from the door won’t do much. If I wanted to hurt you, I fucking would.” He paused, the weight of his words pressing against my ribs. “But here’s the thing—I’m not here to hurt you. Not today.” A beat of silence. Then, a soft chuckle. “Can’t say the narrative won’t change next time we meet.”My stomach twisted violently. I could see it—that sick grin. The one he wore when he watched people crumble.“A
EvelynJacob paced the room like a caged animal, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke with different people—lawyers, Tyler’s representatives, anyone who could do something to help fix this mess. His jaw was clenched so tightly, I thought it might snap, and the veins on his neck bulged with barely contained anger. He looked like he was ready to tear through anything in his path, except for me. How did I know? Because….Every time our eyes locked, his softened.I knew what was eating at him. It wasn’t just that Tyler had walked past me, silent but leaving everything under his dark shadow. It was that Jacob hadn’t been there. He’d been away, and Tyler could have done anything. He could’ve harmed me. Or worse—hurt our little Sienna.I pressed my hand against my belly, trying to steady my breath, to hold myself together. One of us had to remain calm, and Jacob had already lost i
EvelynClara had given me a bunch of tips as she came downstairs, whilst I was still blushing from the moment Jacob had fed me fruit salad. Within the hour, both she and Dad left, and suddenly, the house felt too quiet.The silence had been comforting when they were around. Even though Jacob worked from home most days now, we both craved the presence of familiar company—especially me. I loved when Bianca visited, or when Rosaline and Enzo surprised us with bags full of pastries and endless stories.But now, it was just me and Jacob. And the quiet felt... hollow.Jacob glanced up from his laptop, noticing the bored expression I wore as I absentmindedly picked at the snacks in my lap. Without hesitation, he closed his laptop and made his way over to me.“Done already?” I asked, surprised as he plopped down beside me and effortlessly pulled me onto his lap. These days, I wouldn’t be surprised when he did that—he’d been doing it that fucking often.“Not exactly,” he murmured, brushing his
EvelynI hadn’t told Jacob about the incident at the mall. As days turned into weeks, I started convincing myself it had been a hallucination—just my paranoia playing tricks on me. I’d been on edge ever since Tyler's release, after all. Maybe it was just fear messing with my head.Days blurred into months. Three, to be exact. And now, my baby bump was unmistakable. My body had softened, my feet were slightly swollen, and I'd gained the kind of weight that made me look exactly like a pregnant woman should. Loose, comfy clothes became my everyday style, but I didn’t mind the changes.In fact, I loved them.I found myself smiling in the mirror, running my hands over the curve of my belly, fascinated that I was growing a little life inside me. Jacob loved it even more. He couldn't stop staring at me—his eyes filled with awe and something deeper every time he sa
EvelynJacob's brows rose slightly, and he hurriedly stepped closer, slipping his arm around my waist as if afraid I might collapse. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek as he met my eyes. He already looked dead worried."Hey, it's okay," he whispered, trying to calm me down, “Breathe, baby. Just breathe."It was only then that I realized I wasn't breathing. I'd been holding it in—along with the panic, the fear, the overwhelming dread. My hands trembled, my knees threatened to give out, and my breaths came in shallow, broken gasps. I didn't feel like myself. I didn't feel human.Tyler was out of jail.The memory hit me like a slap. The text he'd sent me the day I left Italy surged through my mind, dragging me deeper into panic."It might be over for now, but not forever. One way or another, you will be mine, Evelyn.