Evie I shift and pull the sheet over my naked body. I open my eyes and see Tyson, sitting on the sofa, checking papers. He looks up from the sheet and his pen pauses. I sit up and smile at him. âHey â âDid I wake you?â he asks and I shake my head. âNo. Why do you never mark papers in red?â I ask and he laughs. âI always hated this at school, then at university, â he says, âThe lines and scribbles in red. Everywhere. I hated it. â He is wearing a plain white T-shirt and comfortable grey sweatpants. I can look at him forever. The weather is getting cold and the sunlight feels different, somehow the yellow is different and I watch it dancing on his face. âWhat?â he asks, his eyebrows locking when he sees me watching him. âNothing, â I smile and he places the sheets back on the table. âCoffee?â He offers. âNo. And I should probably go. â I glance around hastily for my clothes and get up. Tyson comes and wraps his arms around me. âI donât regret last night. â he
Evie I stand there unmoving like a rabbit caught in the lights. Lilian doesn't notice I am freaking out and walks into the bar. I move after her. Why the hell is he here? My palms are sweaty and I hate myself for offering to come here. Why did I even suggest it? Lilian greets George and Jules turns his back on her. What an ass. Lilian pretends not to notice his reaction and greets Killian. She doesnât know about him, me and Tyson. I only mentioned we hung out after the party that night. âHey, I remember you, â she smiles as Killian greets her, âYou were at our party, right? ââYeah, â he nods, then looks at me. âHey, Evie. ââHey, â I mutter and look away, fixing my eyes on my shoes. âYou didnât call. âHe says, smiling and even Jules turns to look at me. âWhy would she have to call?â George asks, and waves a hand, âWe agreed to hang out. â I donât fool them, though, because Geroge looks between me and dKillian and grins, conspiratorially. âI feel like there's a story here
Violet I get up because of the scent of coffee and something baked fills the air. I get up and head to the kitchen where I find Dominic. He is naked from the waist up and making breakfast. I lean against the doorframe and watch him as he moves. The muscles on his back shift as he outstretches his hand for another place and I shift. He turns to look at me. âHey, good morning. ââGood morning. ââI am making breakfast, â he says and I sit in one of the chairs around the counter. âWhat have you done to Dominic? â I ask, glaring at him. âI can cook, â he says, firmly, âYou know that. ââNot that early and not on weekends. I am still suspicious, â I say. âWhatâs that supposed to man? He smiles but keeps his eyes focused on the pan in front of him. I watch his hands, muscled and strong, and think about last night. I am not eighteen anymore, I remind myself, but I still canât not look at him. âCoffee?â he asks and I get up. âI got this, â Dominic says and pours a cup for me. âEven
Dominic I light a cigarette and go to the back garden. I lean against one of the columns and look at the place. Itâs nicely decorated, even though weâll be inside. Those things are very important to Olivia, something my mother never did. We are supposed to attend an official dinner later and I am not sure if Max will show up. I hear footsteps a few moments later and smile without turning. âThanks. âI say and Max comes to stand next to me. He is dressed in a suit and even has a tie on. âNothing to thank me for, â he says. âYou were right- I should be more careful. âI nod. âIâve done a lot of stupid shit on my end too, but at least no one found out. ââGreat advice, â he laughs. âIt is, isnât it?âWe chat a bit more and Max lights a cigarette too. âI am leaving in a few days. â he says. âAre you ready?â âWere you when you left for the US?ââNo. But that's not always a bad thing. â I tap the ash from my cigarette and push my hands in the pocket of my trousers to avoid lightin
Evie âWhat happened?â Lilian asks when she comes back to the dorm. She places her bag on her bed and comes to sit next to me. I canât stop crying. I am sitting on the edge of my bed, with my elbows on my knees. I am hiding my face in my palms because I donât want her to see me like this. I feel her palm on my back. âWhat is it?â she asks, quietly. I told her about the call. âI am sure there's a âŠââWhat?ââI donât knowâŠâ she admits, "Maybe he was busy. ââI called him in the evening. He wasn't working or anything. ââYes, butâŠWhat if⊠he was with someone else?âI look at her, my vision blurred by the non-stop falling tears. âWhat do you mean?â I wipe my tears and she frowns. âI just hope it wasn't another⊠you knowâŠââWhat?â I ask, the sobs growing. âNothing, â Lilian says and waves a hand, âI am sure everything is okay. This is a misunderstanding, maybe. Ask him tomorrow, or whenever. ââOkay, â I nod eventually, âYou're right, maybe I'm just making stuff up.âWe decided to g
Tyson âLetâs have lunch over there, â Nicole points at the nice small restaurant at the corner everybody loves and I totally hate. âDo you think pets are allowed?â she goes on, â Or we can sit outside?âNicole says something else but I donât hear her. I find myself walking after her as she is choosing a table, then smiles at the waiter. âIâve learned some French, I told you I would, âshe says and places her palms on the white cover proudly. The truth is she wants to prove she learns faster than I do. The waiter brings the menu and I stare at it blindly. Why was she there, in the fucking park of all places possible. I close my hand around the menu, crumpling the paper but Nicole doesnât notice. Flynn comes over and places his head on my tight. âHey, buddy, âI tell him quietly. I sometimes feel like he knows that something's wrong and he does this. âWhat should I get?â she asks and I look at her above the rim of the menu, âWhatever you want, ââBut I donât know what most things
Tyson âShe causes only trouble for you, â Quinn says. âWhat if she tells Nicole? â âEvie would never do something like this. â âHow do you know?â my friend asks me, doubtful. âI know her well enough. And why are you so against the whole thing?â âBecause youâve been my friend for years and what I think now is- you are wasting your time with this girl. And I am worried because this has been going on for too long. â I open my mouth to argue, and he lifts his hand. âShe is very talented and pretty. I understand. But that's not what I am talking about.. â He eyes me. âTyson, I hate to say it, but you canât eat your cake, and have the cake. You have to decide. And the wisest is to end this.â I gulp my drink down. I donât want to listen to more critique, especially when it is from a friend of mine. âI will see you around. â I get up to leave and Quinn doesnât try to stop me. He just folds his arms and says. âThink with your head. The best would be if you just finished you
Evie The first time you see your words in a magazine is something you remember forever. In my case, itâs for several reasons. I am walking out of the university, Lillian is next to me, as I flip the pages of the journal and check where my piece is. We stand in the middle of the stairs. âThere it is!â Lilian exclaims because she sees the page before me. âI canât. â I say and shut the journal. âI canât read it. I don't want to look at my picture either. ââEvie!â she exclaims, âCome on! ââFine. â I open the magazine again and once we are done cackling and being excited, we continue walking. A few of my colleagues mutter when they see us. âForge them, â she says, âThey are only looking for stuff to talk about. Besides, they are jealous. â âI should thank him, â I say and she looks at me pointedly. âNo. â Lilian says, âI thought you were done talking to him. â I donât answer her because she doesnât know about the last time with Tyson. I told her we broke up and not that w
Dominic âYou will be a grandfather, â I tell the man, sitting opposite me in the small cafeteria. We arranged to meet during my lunch break today. Violet called me earlier but I told her I would be having lunch with a business partner. In a way thatâs true. Frederickâs eyes filled with tears at the news I shared. âThank you. â he says,â For being here and telling me.â âI thought you deserved to know. âHe nods and looks down at his hands, folded in front of him. âI hope you will find the strength in you to forgive me. ââI have nothing to forgive you for. â I tell him. âNo, âhe shakes his head. âYou do. I am not the father I was supposed to be. ââI have a father, âI argue. âAnd I will never argue that. But I would like you to listen to me. âI lean back in the chair and he takes this as a sign to continue. âWhen I met your mother, I fell in love with her at first sight. I swear. There is love at first sight. ââI believe you, â And I do. I fell in love with Violet the mo
Five years later Violet âMom! I donât want the red one!â I take a very deep breath. âCharlotte, please, â I tell her for the tenth time, âChoose whatever you want. Just choose now. Please. â The maid is looking at me, smiling. âI can help, miss. And you can prepare. I will let you know once we are ready.â âItâs fine. Thank you, Marta. Iâve got this. â I always refused to have a nanny to help me, even when Charlotte was a baby, but recently Martaâs been trying to help, seeing how busy we all are. Charlotte finally chooses the dress she will be wearing and we start preparing. Half an hour later Marta announces the driver is downstairs. âComing!â I call out as I put on my earrings. âMommy, you look pretty. â Charlotte beams at me. âThank you, sweetheart, âI kiss the top of her head, âLetâs go. Are you eager to see Aunt Evie and Uncle Max? ââYes!â She claps and we head downstairs. âWhere is Daddy?â She asks as I take her hand and we descend the stairs. âHe isâŠâ
Violet âThey look suspicious, â I watch Evie and Max as they try not to look at each other or at least not to be too obvious about it. âShe went out to talk over the phone and he went right after her. And for some reason, they look really close after they come back home. Do you think itâs because of the accident and because they spent some time together?...â I look at Dominic. He looks⊠amused.âWhat are you hiding from me again? âI ask him, squinting my eyes suspiciously and he shrugs casually. If he does that, it means I am right. He is hiding something. âDominic, â I tell him and he eventually says. âI think they are together. And it's been going on for a while.â âWhat?â I exclaim, butâŠ. Then I turn to look at them again. Among the sea of well-dressed, rich people with great manners they look so⊠different. As if they are in their own private world. âYes, â I mutter, âThey are. Why didnât they tell us?â Dominic gives me a pointed look. âOkay, you are right. We did
Evie I exit the dining hall and head down the corridor. This place is huge and Iâve always thought so, but right now it feels enormous.I pass by a library and a large door. I assume itâs a study and after I make a turn I am in front of the guest bathroom.Where is he? I keep walking and reach a darker corner of the corridor when I take another turn and bump into Max.âWoah,â I take a step back, startled. âYou scared me.âAs if I wasnât the one who followed him out.âI did?â He lifts an eyebrow and folds his arms. Then Max leans against the wall next to him, observing me.âAre you following me?â âWhy are you acting like this?â I hiss and glance around to see if anyone is coming.âThis is what you wanted, right?ââHmph,â I scoff and he unfolds his arms.Max leans towards me, his breath is on my neck.âI would kiss you,â he whispers and the words send a shiver down my back, âBut I canât remember.âMy eyes flutter closed as he traces slow kisses down my neck. I bite my lip and lift my
Evie A few weeks later we are ready to go home. âI will arrive in the evening. â I explain, âAnd you on the next day. ââI honestly donât see why we arrive separately, â Max admits for the tenth time today. âBecause I donât want to show up and tell them we areâŠââWhat?ââThat we areâŠâ âSee, â he says, âYou canât even admit we are together. ââItâs not that, '' I protest, âLetâs just tell them when we are all together, or having a nice time, okay?ââI am not embarrassed to tell them. Are you ashamed of me?ââWhat, no!â I exclaim, âI just didn't want to explain to Violet over the phone. And imagine Oliviaâs reaction whenâŠââFuck Olivia. âMax shrugs. âI canât believe I'm going to say this, â I declare, âBut that's too rude. âHe scoffs but eventually agrees. Max takes me to the airport and I almost miss my flight because I am reluctant to separate from him. âYou chose this, âhe reminds me, âWe could be travelling together now? ââDonât hold this against me. â I point a finger a
Violet I take a sip of coffee when Dominic moves behind me, wrapping his arms around me. âGood morning, â he kisses the top of my head and proceeds to the coffee machine. âI made some for you, too. â I smile at him and he pours himself a cup. âWhat are you doing today?â He asks, and I take the cup to my lips when I suddenly get sick to the stomach. I swallow the bile and Domnicâs eyes flutter to me. âVal?ââYes, yes. I am here, â I put the cup back on the counter, âI have a meeting with the investors from Japan. âMy stomach turns and I smile awkwardly at Dominic. âExcuse me. âI rush to the bathroom before he says anything and empty my stomach. I feel better right after. When I get back to the room Dominic is waiting for me to say something. âWhat is it?â he asks, approaching me âI just have been feeling sick these days, maybe itâs a stomach virus or something. ââOr itâs not. âDominic sips his coffee, casually. âWhat are you talking about?â I frown and he looks at me po
Evie Max is taking my dress off, not breaking the kiss.âAre you okay?âI mutter against his lips as I see how restless and impatient he is. He unbuttons the last piece from my back, holding the upper part together.âYes. You?âMax pauses only to say this and continues kissing me. We didnât say anything to each other, not even hi when he got back. I didn't mind in the slightest but had to ask. âOf course.â I breathe out the words. He smiles and leans in, his lips on mine. Max trails kisses down my neck, then to my chest. He takes my bra off, and I am struggling with opening his tie. Max laughs against my lips against my frustration and helps me untie the knot. He slips the tie off and I canât stop looking at him, at the way his pupils have dilated, making his eyes impossibly dark in the lights in the kitchen. âWhat?â He asks, cupping my face.âNothing.â I smile,â Kiss me.âAnd he does, brushing his lips against mine, pushing me slightly and guiding me towards his bedroom. I have
Evie I get up before my alarm goes off and get dressed quickly. My classes start later today but I am still prepared to leave. I go to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee. Max is already there, smoking. I flinch, surprised when I see him. I was sure he was still sleeping. He is leaning back in his chair, dressed in an expensive suit and a watch, and his stubble has started to grow. The blue smoke curls around him in the cold morning light, almost the same blue as the one of his eyes. Max looks like those guys in the perfume commercials. As soon as I show up he sits up. âI will put this off, â he says, scattering the smoke with his hand and exhaling. âNo, no. Itâs okay. Your place, after all. ââNo, sorry. ââI donât actually mind it. âI smile and proceed to the coffee maker. âAnother coffee?â I offer. âYeah, thank you. âI pour some for him and myself. âI hope I wonât spill it this time, â I joke and he smiles. âIf you do, I'll do a better job at cleaning it. âAs soon as
Evie I get back to Maxâs place and wait for him to come back. Today sucked on all possible levels. I stared into the wall for a good hour, trying to accept that I was never seeing Tyson again, no one told me he was gone, someone was going to prison because of me, and I had money - MY money - that might change things for me. Because I know the family has money, but itâs not my money. And now- I will eventually be able to have something thanks to me, however small it is. At some point, I begin pacing around and I am unable to focus on anything. On top of it- Max comes back after eleven. We exchange a greeting and he heads directly to his room. I stop him.âI got a call from the lawyer. â I say without any ado. âAnd?â He asks, pausing. Max looks like he is not here. Then I realize somethingâs off. âAre you drunk?â I ask. âWhat difference does it make?ââNo, just⊠I thought you said you had to work. ââWhatâs with the interrogation? ââAnd whatâs with the way youâve been acting recen