-Eve-I've always been a good girl, chasing decent grades, nurturing friendships, and doting on my boyfriend Stephen. But now, here I am, standing in the corner with all the grace of a polite spectator, watching Stephen marry Stella, my so-called best friend.I can still remember the exact things that he had said to me just a week ago."Baby, I need to go to New York to meet an important client. You know that I am doing all of this for our future right?" He kissed me goodbye with a warm smile."Yes, I do." He looked at Stella with a smile, the same smile he had given me a week ago.How can he easily forget what we shared?"I can’t believe that I have married a chef! Your food always tastes amazing. You're always working so hard. " He kissed my hands, my hands that I’m always embarrassed about because of their roughness because of all the part-time jobs I had over the years. But Stephen never minded it."I will always be loyal to you." Now, he kissed her hand.I just stood there, watch
-Eve-The anxiety of not knowing got the best of me so I stood up and left the room. As I got out of the room I was in, I wandered towards the exit and found myself in what seemed like a hidden park inside the building. I was amazed at how beautiful the place looked, on a good day I would have stayed and admired the place. But I need to get out of here and find my cheating ex-boyfriend and ex-bestfriend. If they think they can easily get away from me they are wrong. "I'm not wrong. Shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Sophie is prettier than you and has a gentler personality. You're so unromantic. Every day with you is torture for me. Do you understand? Leave us."A girl was pushed to the ground and was crying silently. In front of her, there was a man and a woman, their half-naked bodies and love bites telling everything. What the hell is wrong with the world? And how come there are more jerks than there are good guys? Before I knew it, my feet moved on their own and didn’t stop
-Eve-I woke up early the next day to start the first day of my debt-paying days.My life was supposed to turn to hell yesterday. However, the girl with the clipboard came back to me and, to my surprise, her angry expression was gone. She told me that the investors had decided to let me work for the company as compensation.I took out that business card and read it again. Dreamweaver Company is one of the top ten companies in the world. I didn't know if the goddess of fate took pity on me and actually wanted to save me.I am still not sure what kind of work they are going to ask me to do, but as long as I won’t be subjected to human trafficking or be a sex worker it would be okay. I arrived a few minutes earlier than scheduled and couldn’t help but stand in front of the tallest building in the city. I can’t believe that I get to work for this company. The HR personnel received me, “Miss Eve Anderson, from today on, you will be the Executive Assistant to the company’s CEO.I blinked a
-Eve-I arrived home smiling as I remembered what had happened that day. “Is that you Eve?” my grandmother called out from the kitchen. “Yes, Nana,” I replied as I hurriedly walked toward the kitchen to give her a hug and kiss. My parents died in a car accident when I was still young and all I have was my Nana. Everything I had been working hard for was all for her. I wanted to make sure that she could stop selling at the market and just enjoy some time with her friends instead. “Set the table dear,” she replied as turned off the stove. I helped her bring everything she had cooked to the table and was surprised at the amount of food she had cooked.“Why did you cook a lot, Nana?” I asked as I took the seat in front of her and was ready to dig in when Nana’s question surprised me. “It’s your first day of your internship, isn’t Stephen joining us?” Her question was so innocent that I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I hadn’t told her what Stephen did to me. “No, he won’t I repl
-Eve-“Hello, Evelyn,” Vincent freaking Beckett said with a smirk on his face.“Fancy seeing you again,” he added.I froze from where I stood as I looked at Vincent as he walked naked toward the girl on the bed. “You,” he said in a harsh tone, “Leave.”I was surprised at the way he spoke but didn’t dare make any sound. I can see the look on the woman’s face as she looked at me and I can tell that I interrupted something that shouldn’t be disturbed. I heard her stump away but didn’t look in her direction, afraid of what I would see.“Do you have it?” I heard Vincent say, making me confused at first but then realized who the hell he was.“Yes,” I replied as I placed the envelope on the couch near me. “I’m not going to eat you, Eve,” he said. “Bring the file to me,” he added.I picked up the envelope and the sigh that escaped my lips made him laugh. I walked towards him thinking over and over again how I ended up getting in this situation. And then I remember debt and jail and that w
-Eve-Out of the worst thing I imagine I found myself in this I would rate this experience as my worst.How can I not? I’m stuck here cleaning for my naked boss who turned out to be the biggest playboy at school, Vincent Beckett!But all of my bad luck started the moment that my douche ex-boyfriend decided to marry my whore of an ex-best friend. After that, everything in my life just started to go wrong. Still, I can’t believe that I would be in Vincent Beckett’s room cleaning after his mess because the asshole was a clean freak. If he was a clean freak why the hell create this kind of mess? I mean how can you even call the aftermath of your love making a mess? And how could he send his girlfriend out like that? I feel sorry for the girl, but it’s her fault that she fell in love with an asshole.I sighed as I continued to vacuum the carpet, everything was going smoothly until I reached the side of the bed. “What the hell is this?” I asked as I pulled something only to find a lacey s
-Eve-One thing I hate more than my asshole boyfriend is to be indebted to someone, especially if that someone is my greatest rival, Vincent Beckett. But it seems as though my debt with him just keeps on piling up and knowing that scares me.I mean, I never hated him for being one of my toughest rivals. In fact, I enjoy it. I enjoyed seeing his face whenever the top of our school was released. But lately, seeing his face is one of the things I have begun to hate. Every time we see each other he always sees me at my most vulnerable and my most embarrassing moment. It’s like my world is falling apart and I can't do anything but watch it. And to make it worse, Vincent was right there sitting in the front row watching how my world crumbles. I may be smart, but lately, it makes me feel like I am the dumbest girl in the world because I fell in love with an asshole. “You can drop me at the bus stop,” I said softly as I pointed ahead. “Why?” Vincent asks, but I don’t dare look at him. “I
-Eve-“Because you’re my girlfriend.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “What are you talking about?” I asked still in disbelief.“Just like you said to that guy earlier,” Vincent said with a smirk, teasing me more. “I am your boyfriend.” “No!” I said almost shouting, “I-I just said it because I-I need him to stop.”“Evelyn,” he called, as he placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face so that I looked straight into his eyes. “W-what?” I asked avoiding eye contact, afraid that he would see something he wasn’t supposed to.“Evelyn,” I don’t understand why he keeps calling me by my first name and not my nickname. But there was something in the way he mentioned my name that way that makes my heart race. “Let’s discuss more about this during dinner,” he said, “and I don’t really take no for an answer, Evelyn,” he added, leaving me with no room to deny his request. “O-okay,” I stuttered. I hate the way he makes me feel powerless around him. It didn’t used to be this way. It was
-Vincent-*Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, trauma etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic, please skip this chapter. Evelyn hasn’t said the safe word yet. Ever since we walked in, she has been quiet and observing. I saw the way she looked at each of the rooms that we stopped by. There was no judgment in them. I know that Evelyn is just seeing the beginning and not yet the dark side of it. As much as I want to confirm to myself that there was a big chance for her to accept me as a whole. I couldn’t do that. Not until she sees the last room of this place.The hardest part of this process isn’t showing her the lifestyle that I've gotten used to. The hardest part in this process is letting her see it as something positive and not look at me like I was a pervert. She glanced at me once in a while, and I could clearly see the internal battles behind her eyes, but she never said anything. I don’t
-Eve-*Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, trauma etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic, please skip this chapter. Vincent’s other side definitely took me by surprise.They were also right. This is beyond me. I know that Vincent is different. I just didn’t know that he was that different. “Breathe, little devil,” Vincent whispered. Sending chills down my spine. I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding as I let the view in front of me unfold. I don’t know how to describe what I was feeling right now. Not sure if I could even find the right words. All I know is that this isn’t something I was expecting. “You have the power over everything, little devil,” Vincent reminded. “You have the power to stop everything; all you have to say is your safe word. If this makes you uncomfortable, all you have to do is say your safe word.”A part of me was tempted to do just that. Part of me thinks
-Eve-I don’t know where we are going. I don’t know what is happening. Because I did not see anything, I didn’t know why they had to wear this black cotton cloth over my head. When he placed it over my head, I almost panicked until he slapped my ass playfully. I am not panicking right now because I can feel him beside me. I can smell him beside me, and I am not sure if it was because of the black bag over my head or if it was because I miss Vincent, but every movement he makes just heightens my anticipation. “Is this cloth really necessary?” I asked. “Yes, little devil,” he replied. The low tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was sexy, it was hot. I felt my pussy clenched. I felt the car we were in stop, but we didn’t get out of the car yet. Instead, I heard hushed whispers, but I couldn’t make out the words that they were saying. The suspense is killing me. “So, this is the girl that won Vincent Beckett’s heart,” a woman with a thick accent said. Although I am no
-Vincent-I know that we’re stepping on unknown ground. I know that I am pushing my luck. But that silent whisper at the back of my head wouldn’t stop telling me to take the chance. To take the risk. But my friends are afraid. That’s the reason why they are here now. I understand where they are coming from, and I have already pushed this idea to the back of my mind so many times. So afraid of what the results might be. So afraid that I might lose the only person who made me realize that my heart was actually beating.But I don’t want to hide from her anymore. I want to have Evelyn as a whole. I want to have everything that she could give me. Even those parts of her that she’s afraid for me to see. Which is why I am pushing for this. I want her to see the worst of me and hope that she will be able to accept it. “Okay,” I finally relent, “We will go now, but before we leave, I want you to give me a safe word.”“Fuck!” I heard Garrett say, but I never tore my eyes from the fiery wom
-Eve-Vincent was tense the whole afternoon. He tries to deny it, but I can see it in his movements and the way his hands keep running through his hair. I know that it wasn’t easy for him to be this open to anyone. It wasn’t easy for him to change what he was used to before he met me. Which is why I appreciate all his efforts in making me feel how much he wanted me to be part of his life. “You need to calm down,” I said, looking up from the book he gave me, watching him pace back and forth in front of me. “Baby,” I called, making him turn to face me. “You are making me nauseous with all the walking that you are doing in front of me. What is bothering you?” He released a loud exhale before walking towards me and taking the seat beside me.“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You are just so important to me, and I am really afraid that you would go and run away from me.”My eyebrow rose in curiosity was slowly getting the best of me. “Can’t you really tell me where you’re taking me, and why
-Eve-I hate it when bad people win.I hate the fact that, after all the bad things that they had done, they wouldn’t get punished for it. Those people are the kind of people I hate the most. How can they get away from all the bad things that they have done and leave those who are good with so much pain? And why the hell do bad things happen to good people? What the hell have they done that was so wrong for them to deserve such pain? But that’s not what bothers me most. What bothers me is the fact that I was also on the receiving end of that pain. Why did it have to happen to me? What did I do that was so wrong to deserve all the things that had been happening to me?I was a kind and understanding girlfriend. I was kind and helpful to my bestfriend, and yet those two people that I cared for never thought twice of hurting me or ruining the life that I had planned for us.Why do people always take advantage of others? Why can’t they just be truthful enough to just tell me that they don
-Eve-*Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, trauma etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic, please skip this chapter. “So what is it that you’re going to tell me?” I asked in between bites, waiting for him to start talking. “It’s about someone who used to be my girlfriend.” I heard that he only had one girlfriend, and it was a fake one. I am just not sure if this was the same story as the one the Ems told me. “And how she disappeared from the world.”Wait… What?I stared at him even though I promised not to react until he was done with what it was he was going to tell me, but unfortunately, I failed. “Sorry for surprising you, I hope that I didn’t scare you. I promise that I will explain everything to you if you would like to hear my side of the story.” Vincent Beckett was a confident man, and I could see that this was something he was not used to. He always has the last say. Regardless of wh
-Vincent-I am a strong person. I can handle a lot of things that normal people couldn’t. Starting at a young age, my grandmother has already honed me and trained me to be as hard and as strong as titanium. She repeatedly explained that if I want to survive the business, I should be ruthless, smart, goal-oriented, and strong. I was all of those things and more, which is why people who don’t know me viewed me as someone who was cold, uncaring, and ruthless.But the moment I saw Evelyn, under my dress shirt cabinet, naked and scared, something inside me broke. I didn’t know my titanium walls had begun to show some tears and cracks, not until today. I kneeled slowly, praying that I would see the woman I had been looking for all morning. And when I took a peep underneath my dress shirt, just behind the mountain of coats, was my little devil. “Hey, baby,” I whispered, not wanting to scare her. I watched her unfocused eyes turn and met mine. “Vincent,” her voice was shaky, and the f
-Eve & Vincent-*Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, trauma etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic, please skip this chapter. -Eve-The next morning, I feel like shit.That was exactly how I felt when I woke up. It felt like I had been working every second of my life, and my body was so sore. I turned to face the other side, looking for Vincent, but found it empty instead. “Vincent?” I called out, breaking the deafening silence that surrounds me. My heart rate starts to pick up its pace. As if there was something urgent that it needed to go to. I pulled the covers away from my body as I sat up. That’s when I realized that my senses went on overdrive. My ears were on high alert because if there is one sense that could help me in my situation, it would be my sense of hearing. I was able to prepare myself for all sorts of things because of my sense of hearing. I knew what was waiting for me whi