Nail-polishing skill

Evelyn's POV

Sometimes, sailing without a map can lead someone to the place they belong and I happen to be one of them.

It feels like yesterday when I kissed a stranger. Oh, right, I shouldn't recall that moment. It started when my best friend, Mariam, had a birthday party. I met a man named Mateo, and I hated him for kissing me when he was drunk, but he eventually happened to be a man sent from God to help me after my ex-husband divorced me for my cousin.

I never imagined being this famous. He kept calling me his future famous fashion designer, and now his words have become a reality. I am a well-known designer in London, and gradually, the whole of the United Kingdom is coming to know of my existence and designs.

Mateo, the man who showed up when I was at my lowest and made me this famous, named our brand after my surname. The bags, shoes, scarves, designs, and more are named Roce. I love how it has been going; the ups and downs made us stronger and capable.

Now, I'm a billionaire and also the mother of a little girl, Chloe.

Since my daughter's birthday is very near, I announced it to her teacher at school to invite her classmates for a small birthday party at Mateo's house.

Mateo has told me to move out countless times but I'm not planning to leave until I'm forced to, not by him but perhaps by a situation.

I look at the album that contains photos of my daughter's fourth birthday celebration. I stared at her for a long time, which eventually brought the thought of my ex-husband to my head.

He must be happy with his new wife, Rachel. I'm proud of myself for being able to forget about him and killing whatever feelings I had for him. He is nothing but a past mistake I wasn't planning to make again.

When Mateo entered the house, I ran to his room with the box that contained my nail polishes that appeared in different colors.

“This is why I want this annoying little…” he set his eyes on me and paused.

“I'm not going anywhere,” I rested on his bed.

Mateo was about to undress when I barged into his room. He places his hands on his waist as he watches me. He appears exhausted but I love that look, especially when I'm the reason he makes that expression.

“How was your day?”

“Very well,” he replies and takes his suit jacket off. “I know something is wrong, Evelyn. You aren't this nice to me.”

“How can you say such a thing? I am very nice to you, Mateo,” I am being sarcastic. He is the only one I can show this side of me to. Why not?

He was there when I needed someone by my side. He sponsored me and also helped me through my pregnancy with his own money. Now, he's raising my daughter with me. People always assume that he is Chloe's father but he agreed to be her godfather immediately after her birth.

Mateo grabs my hand and pulls me off his bed. “But I like your bed more,” I pout as he focuses on pushing to the wall.

“Evelyn,” he calls my name, sounding as if he is trying to instruct me like a father would to his daughter. But his voice is so deep. I love it. I look into his sleepy blue eyes. His eyes also show so much confidence, which I never miss noticing. Then I wonder if people view me as a confident person the way I view Mateo.

I am pulling his leg once more, especially when I know how tired he is at the moment.

“Yes,” I smile.

“Stop smiling,” he uses his fingers to flick my forehead. I wince and glare at him.

“Well, yes. You won't experience this if you aren't in my house. Get yourself a home, Evelyn,” he tells me this by holding my chin as he locks my body between his body and the wall. Then he pulls away and begins to unbutton his white shirt.

“I don't want to live alone, don't you understand?” When I asked this question, he sighted the box I brought into his room.

“What's this?” He turns around and faces me.

“My toes,” I point to them. “Will you help me?”

“Will you leave my room and not disturb me for a week if I do this?”

“How can I not…”

“Is it a deal?” He cuts me off.

“It's not fair,” I frown. “You are not a good friend.”

“I was never your friend, Evelyn. I'm your boss.”

And I burst into laughter when he mentions that. “My boss?”

His face tells me clearly that he is tired of me. He looks so pissed off but does not want to vent it because I'm his famous fashion designer.

“Who hired you in 2017?” He walks close to me.

“Umm, I don't remember, sir. Who?” I allow him to bring me to his bed so he can polish my nails with whatever color of nail polish I want.

Mateo gives me that judgy look with one of his brows rising more than the other. “Hope you don't forget my baby's birthday, boss.”

“I know, it's on Saturday, and you are throwing a party, and I will surely be there. I'm her godfather so I should be there,” he places my right leg on his thigh, sitting below me.

I was quiet because his presence in Chloe's life always reminds me of her real father and makes me wish that my Chloe had her father by her side.

He told me that I'd never be loved, but my daughter loves me so much, and I also have my boss with me. That same boss allows me to live in his house even though he has told me to move countless times.

“Your feet,” he is about to say something about them again.

“My feet?”

“Soft and flexible. I could kiss them.”

“Then do it.”

Instead of kissing my feet, he uses the polish on my lip as if it will keep me shut. I used my hand to get a stain from it only to press it on his nose. If he wasn't tired, it would have continued until we made a mess but he warned me with his eyes.

“I'm going to the mall tomorrow,” I inform him before he finishes polishing my nails and pushing me out of his room. “Will you go with me?”

“I'll be quite busy tomorrow, Evelyn,” he responds.

“No free time?” I desperately want him to go with me and my baby.

“No free time.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm a busy man,” he finishes polishing my nails and starts with the touching.

“I still wonder how you are so good at this. It glows every time,” I am referring to his nail-polishing skills.

“Well, it's a Roce nail polish brand and it's the Roce CEO doing the polishing. What do you expect?”

“Bragging again?” I stand up and he does the same.

“Shouldn't I be proud of my success?”

“Tch,” I am upset that he won't be going to the mall with me tomorrow, so I walked out of his room with my box.