When I wake up the next day, it’s with the certainty that I have to do something to sabotage Evan. It’s almost scary how determined I am to work on something. I realize that I don’t have much time before I have to give Julius something to keep him from firing me, and before that ever happens, I want set my plan in motion. I’ve been thinking a lot about hurting Phillippa and framing Evan for it. Naturally, I feel really bad about involving her. She’s an innocent and a really nice person. But what keeps me from backing away is the fact that I’m doing her a favor. She doesn’t know who that man is, the same way I didn’t. When she finds out, she’ll be glad I helped her. First things first, I have to make my way inside the main house. I’ll make sure to only head there when he’s gone from work. I’m going through my underwear drawer looking for something to wear when it hits me all of a sudden. I lift my most scandalous piece of underwear and stare at it for a while before deciding to ta
The decor in the bedroom is just as demure and simplistic as the rest of the house. There’s a large bed right at the center of the room with a dark wooden headboard behind it. There’s a nightstand on either side of the bed. Another thing that captures my attention is how the whole room smells of patchouli. It makes me wonder if this is Phillippa’s perfume or whether it’s a room mist or something. It’s very distinct. Reminding myself to act quickly, I open my bag and fish the panties out. I stare at them and look around the room as I try to figure out where best to put it. I don’t see anything out of line. The room is cleaned well. Everything seems fine. So, it can’t be in an obvious place that will lead to it being cleaned up by a maid or something. I look around the room for a good place. The only thing that assures me that this is their bedroom is a picture frame on top of a heavy looking dresser. It’s of Phillippa and Evan. He looks older, just like in the pictures, and there’s
Evan's POVI’m on my way out of the house when my phone starts ringing. It’s Phillippa. “Hi, honey,” she says softly when I answer. “Did you talk to the nurse? Grandpa is asking.”“I did,” I reveal. “Don’t worry about it.”“Are you on your way back?”“Yeah.”“Bring me a coffee, will you? The one here in the hospital sucks.”“Got it.”I drop the phone on the passenger’s seat and then drive toward the gates. I know the kind of coffee Phillippa likes to drink and I know the place, too. She likes it sugary and creamy, which is the complete opposite of how I like my coffee. Julius’ health scare was shocking, to say the least. I really thought the old man would die. It seems he’s tougher than I thought he would be. Now, I don’t exactly care if he dies or lives, but if he died, Phillippa would inherit his shares at the company, and that would benefit me greatly because then I’d have my hands on them too. I find making money addictive. I guess I can say that I’m this way because of how I
“What did you think?” Thomas asks as we leave the café. “Was the food to your liking?”“It was right up my alley,” I answer. “I really liked it.”Breakfast with him was an enjoyable event but at the same time, I’m afraid of having too much fun because I don’t want to give the wrong impression, and there’s also the part of me that doesn’t want to be emotionally available to anyone. Thomas seems like a nice guy but I have way too much shit going on in my life right now. “Maybe we can do this some other time,” he suggests. “Sure,” I reply, knowing that I’ll probably say no the next time he asks. We walk alongside each other. It’s very peaceful. He’s a calm person and I like that about him. I have to admit that there’s a lot more about him that I like but now is just not a good time in my life. I don’t mind having a friend but I can sense that he probably wants more than that with me. I can tell he’s interested, and I’m flattered. I really am. We talked a little inside the café and
“Oh, you feel so good, baby,” Thomas says against my neck, his warm breath fanning the side of it. “You feel so good around my dick.”I’m still trying to adjust to his size. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, and I only ever did it once anyway. It hurts a little, but it gets better after a few seconds have passed. Thomas grips my hip with one hand and places the other on the back of my neck. I use my knees to rise before sinking down again. I do this a few more times, getting in the rhythm of it. Thomas moans in my ear, telling me how good it feels. How tight I am. Oh yes, it does. It’s so damn good. “That’s it, baby,” he grunts. “Keep going.”His words spur me on. I relish in the feeling of his cock stretching me open and thrusting deep inside of me. I grip the back of the couch and ride him harder, getting that delicious pressure against my clit which drives me right to the edge. I moan his name. “Thomas. Oh, Thomas.”He slaps my ass cheek hard. I keep moving my hips up and
I get to work early, feeling renewed, in a way. The time I spent with Thomas had a great effect on my disposition. It made me realize that there’s more to life than just wanting Evan to suffer. I’m distracted as I make my way to the front door of the flat. I knock and wait, my thoughts still on Thomas. Julius opens the door for me and the sight of his face kind of bursts my bubble of joy and inserts me into the moment. He smiles at me. His eyes look puffier and lifeless. “It’s nice to see you, Veronica.”“How are you? I heard what happened.” The only reason why I’m asking this is because it’s obliged of me. If I don’t, then it’ll be strange, and I still intend to keep this job. “Oh, it was just a scare. I’m fine.”I say nothing else as I put my handbag on the couch and turn around to face him. “Did you have breakfast already?”He rubs his hands together. “I was waiting for you.”I get started on making him breakfast while he tells me about his condition in detail. I’m only partial
Unfortunately, there’s no way that I can be around to hear Julius berating Evan, but he has invited me for a dinner party they’ll be having tomorrow evening at the Montgomery residence in celebration of Phillippa’s mother’s birthday. For some reason, I didn’t think Phillippa had parents. Or rather, I didn’t think they were alive, but it seems I was wrong. I don’t know if Evan will be there. He might not, considering the way he and Phillippa are fighting. I hope he won’t, in any case. I still need time, but I’m happy with my progress so far. I’ve done something. I’m not invisible or powerless. Julius told me to ‘wear something nice’ and he’s in luck because I still have my old clothes, and I fit into them. I can find a dress to attend a prestigious party. That’s something that’s in my blood. I don’t come across Thomas once. Victor and I have lunch in the kitchen and after he’s done with his homework, I suggest that we watch something on TV. Again, I’m distracted, and a
Evan’s POVJulius is talking to me in a tone that pisses me the fuck off. I don’t know what Phillippa told him, but she’s clearly mistaken because I never cheated on her. I don’t know who the fucking panties belong to and the fact that she thinks I might know is insane. Because if I had to be a dirtbag and cheat on her, then why would I do it in our house, on our bed?“My granddaughter claims that she’s not mistaken,” Julius insists. “If you betrayed her in any way, I want you to be honest with me!”This is another thing that pisses me off, because why the hell would I be honest with him about something that doesn’t concern him at all?This is none of his business.The fact that he thinks it is astounds me. “Look, Julius, from a man to another, why would I ever hurt her like that? Why would I cheat at her at home, where anyone could be watching?”“You’ve been dismissive with her.”“Because what she’s saying is ridiculous and I don’t want to feed her delusion!” I exclaim. I feel like