-Eve-The weekend flew so fast and I haven’t heard anything from Vincent since the night of the party. I sent him messages asking him how he was but he hasn’t seen any of my messages. I know that I should be glad that he hasn’t contacted me yet, but I can’t help but worry for him. I just really hope that everything turns out okay for him. It was the first day of class and our last semester before we graduated. I hope that everything will go well with my scholarship. I know that I have money saved but I hate to use it. It feels like it isn’t mine even though I know that it was my payment. I just can’t help but feel guilty about the fact that Vincent paid me that amount and yet instead of making everything okay for him, I made it worse. I sighed before leaving our house and went straight to school.So far nothing seems wrong, especially with my enrollment. Even though there was a lot of whispering when I passed by the corridor, people staring, and no message from Vincent, it seemed l
-Vincent-I was in a bad mood the whole morning simply because Evelyn decided that it was her duty to help her cafe friend, and the girl that was with her, a tour of our campus. “What’s wrong with you?” Emmet asked as he sat in front of me at lunch. “You had been in a sour mood since the third period.”I didn’t even consider answering his question. “He’s in that mood because Evelyn decided to be a goody-two-shoes leaving him with us,” If I didn’t need Garrett now I swear I had already punched his face. “You really like her,” Emmet said as he gave me one of his serious looks. Yes, I like Evelyn but not in the way they think. I own her, she's mine, well at least until the contract expires. Still, it was a good thing that they think like that. The more people who think that we are a real couple, the better.“What do you think?” Garrett asked like it was something so obvious and Emmet was so stupid not to recognize it. “He didn’t even want to share, remember?” I could hear the bitterne
-Eve-I am getting used to the role I am playing. But I can’t deny that there are moments when I still feel overwhelmed.I used to not know Vincent. Then I started to get annoyed by him. Slowly, I am getting the feeling that I am starting to care for him more than I should. Just like how I offered something that I shouldn’t. ‘You can stay at my house,’ I offered because I felt guilty about what had happened between him and his grandmother. “We have an extra room although it might not be up to your standards.”“Oh, Eve, you don’t want to have this guy in your house,” Garrett said interrupting me but at the same time waking me up from my haze.“She’s not asking you,” Vincent snapped. And suddenly every part of me was in panic mode.“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” Garrett added. Vincent sighs heavily. I try to calm myself as I find an excuse or change of topic that would not lead back to me asking Vincent to stay in my house. What the hell was I thinking? I held a smile I had jus
-Vincent-There was something about Evelyn’s demeanor as I dropped her to class that made me feel uneasy. “Why is Evelyn taking the same class as us but not in the same room?” Garrett asked once I took the seat beside him. I looked around and found him sitting with Emmet, and Tony as Evelyn’s cafe friend and her friend occupied the seats in front of us. If Evelyn’s cafe friend is here, I don’t find any other reason for her not to be here as well. “Tony,” I said as an idea popped into my head. One of her clauses in our contract. The one part I was having a hard time teaching her. Revenge.“On it,” Tony replied as our teacher stepped into the room. “Emmet,” I called as that heavy, sinking feeling inside of me begins to grow. Emmet stood and walked directly towards our teacher who was about to start our class. “She’s here,” Tony replied without mentioning any names. “What’s going on?’ The cafe girl asked worriedly.“Gar—,” I started but he knew what to do even without being asked.
-Eve-I don’t know how long I was out and what happened before everything turned black. All I know is that this is the softest bed I have ever lain into. I turned to the side trying to find a more comfortable position when I felt something hard in front of me. My forehead creased as I tried to figure out what it was until a sound came out of it. “Finally!” The voice was low and gruff and sounded so familiar. I pulled my hand back under the sheets as I hid it with my entire body. “Evelyn,” he had called my name several times already but this was the first time that he called it with so much care. “Let me see your face,” it sounded like a plea but I could feel the hint of command in those five words. And as much as I hated how he commanded me, I couldn't seem to find it in myself to disobey him.I sighed as I realized that there was no use in hiding. Sooner or later I would still need to get home and the only way for me to do that is to face, Vincent fucking Beckett. “I am fine,” I
-Vincent-I had always been a confident man. And I always, always get what I want. But Evelyn? Evelyn was something I should never want.I mean, if we are talking about sex then that’s a different matter because I can have sex without any attachment. I used to want Evelyn that way.Like a new kind of treat on display that doesn’t only look delectable but tastes like one. Unfortunately for me, Evelyn slowly becomes something more than that. She is slowly bringing me to a place I am never used to. A place that I have buried a very long time ago and yet here I am finding myself getting closer and closer to the place I thought no longer exists.Evelyn and I had been walking dangerously at the edge of the border that we both set.But with the way she is looking at me now, I know something changed not only with the way I see her but also with the way she sees me. I can feel the tension in the air like an invisible bomb ready to explode once triggered.I had been with many girls but not on
-Eve-“Do you want to have sex with me, Evelyn?” I know that I should have run away the moment that he asked this question. I know that I should have been scared. I should have called Brie or the police to pick me up. I know that being in the same room, alone, with Vincent Beckett was definitely not the safest place to be. And yet, here I am still sitting in front of him unable to look away. It suddenly felt like the room getting hotter as sweat formed at the back of my spine. Both of us stared at each other unmoving, unblinking, afraid to lose the game that we started. I am not sure what I am fighting for at this moment.Not sure if I even knew what I was getting myself into. All I know is that something between us has changed. “Do I take your silence as a yes?” he asked, gold flecks appeared in his onyx eyes, as he gave me a mischievous smile. The rhythm of my heart went frantic as the heat of his stare spread all over my body straight to my core. I have never felt this way bef
-Vincent-I was in a sour mood ever since my alone time with Evelyn was interrupted. We were finally getting somewhere but they just have to butt in and destroy the moment. Evelyn and I may be bound by a piece of paper, but something had shifted between us. Something we both didn’t dare talk about. Well, not directly at least.I took a glance at the girls who were giggling as they walked on the tarmac excitedly but my focus landed on the woman who kept bothering me more than she should. I know that I shouldn’t want her more than what we agreed on but as time passes, I can’t help but want her more and more. I wonder what would she say to me if she knew when my fascination with her started.“We’re here,” Garrett announces in front of the private jet that his father gave him on his birthday two years ago. “Ladies first,” he gestured towards the girls. Who excitedly walked towards the stairs. I followed behind Evelyn, subtly elbowing Garrett who let out a grunt. I know the seating capa
-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