-Evelyn-I don’t really enjoy shopping. Well, shopping for clothes, bags, or shoes, that is. I rarely go to the mall, mainly because I don’t have the luxury to do so before, but if I do, you won’t see me in department stores. You would see me in bookstores instead. I am a bookish person, and an introvert who finds her happiness staying at home, curled up in a quiet room with a book in my hand. The only time I was not doing that was when I was with Stephen. I hate that I always kept thinking about him these past few days. Well not romantically at least. It was more of a realization moment for me. Realization of how bad my choices are when it comes to men even though he was the only boyfriend that I had ever had. Well before my fake relationship with Vincent. Fake relationship, I repeated to myself, making sure that I won’t forget that first word. Lately, I can’t help but compare my relationship with Stephen versus my relationship with Vincent. I know that I shouldn’t do it becaus
-Vincent-Finally, some peace and quiet, well at least literally. I looked at the open bedroom and watched as Evelyn slept peacefully. I saw how tired she was since we arrived in this room until she decided to join her friends for a shopping spree that I knew was not something she enjoyed. All because I pushed her too far. It was a playful teasing, kind of foreplay for me, and I know that there are times she almost gave in. But Tony was right, Evelyn is not like us. And the faster I accept that, the better.Here I was judging her ass of a boyfriend when I was doing the exact same thing but worse. I am not a romantic guy, I don’t do things like flowers, courting, endless dinner dates, or even cuddling. It’s not my style. Hell, I didn’t even do that for her.Everyone thought that I loved her and that I was heartbroken when I lost her. But what they didn’t know was that there was never an us. Sure, we were seen together and I enjoy spending time with her especially since she can sa
-Evelyn-Vincent was gone when I woke up. Despite the little freedom and alone time I had, I was not sure if I should be glad of it or not. But as I walked around the empty penthouse suite, I realized how big Vincent’s presence was regardless if he only sat in one corner brooding over something on his phone or teasing me.We might be bound by a piece of paper, but why do I feel there was so much more? I hate being unsure. Hate stepping forward only to take three steps back. But what I hate more is the fact that I think I am falling for the guy I shouldn’t fall in love with. “No,” I said, putting a frown on Vincent’s face, “there’s one more,” I added.“Okay,” Vincent replied crossing his strong arms in front of his chest. “What is it?” He asked impatiently.“Do not fall in love with me.”I sunk onto the couch in the living room and I wiped my face with my hands. “Don’t fall in love my ass,” I cursed to myself. I know that I said that because I was so sure then that I would never
-Vincent-I’m gonna kill Garrett. That idea has been stuck in my head all night. First, for making me leave Evelyn because he thinks he knows me more than I know myself, second for getting Evelyn so drunk that someone almost took advantage of her, third for making Evelyn sick, fourth for making us all come here, fifth for making them go shopping and making Evelyn choose this damn dress, sixth… I can’t think anymore but I can always come up with something. As much as I want to blame everything on Garrett, I know that I was more to blame than him. The moment I saw her dancing like that on the dance floor and with that asshole coming to talk to her, all I saw was red. I have never liked and hated a color as much as I do now. But I have to admit that whatever doubts I had about what it was I was feeling for Evelyn, it was long gone now. I want her.Only her and no one else. But let me remind you that wanting someone doesn’t mean that you love them. And a girl like Evelyn goes for
-Vincent-It took a bit of my self-control not to give in.“Then take everything from me.”I could have ended this endless push and pull between us by doing it. I could have pushed her back and tied her hands on the bedpost and fuck her senseless. Take what I want and just get over it. I could have been selfish and just put the two of us out of misery. But she was drunk. Maybe not as drunk as she was in the club. Still, I am not sure if the courage that she possesses right now comes from the alcohol or from herself. “Sleep, Evelyn,” it was both a plea and an order. “You’ll thank me in the morning.” I left the bedroom and closed the room behind me harder than I should as if that was enough to relieve all of my pent-up rage. I looked at the living room and contemplated staying on the couch. But I didn’t trust myself enough not to do something stupid while staying close to her, so I left Evelyn alone once again. I hated myself for it.I knocked on the door twice and Tony opened it o
-Evelyn-Is it possible for a person to disappear? Or better yet vanish into thin air?I know that these things only happen in fictional stories. I even used to read the same exact scene happening to me right now in one of the books I have read. It just hits differently when you’re the one who is embarrassed and humiliated.“Drink this,” Vincent said pushing a tablet and a glass of water. We were currently eating breakfast and Vincent was quiet all morning. He was busy looking at his tablet while drinking his coffee.I took it without saying anything. What do you even say after a drunk confession?“You left,” I rep
-Evelyn-“Do you want me to fuck you?”There’s something in the way that Vincent asked me about sex that didn’t intimidate me. Maybe it’s because he always teases me with it that the threat it used to possess slowly lost its power. Or maybe because the answer to that same question had changed.Was this really the end of the line for us?Would our contract end if I said no?Shouldn’t I be happy that it’s finally ending? That I would finally be free?Then why does my heart ache just thinking that this would be the last time that I would see him?Will I be okay
-Vincent-Of all the things that I had expected Evelyn to say, being a Virgin wasn’t part of it. I know that I had heard it before, but I didn’t expect it to be true. Or maybe I did, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. Or better yet, I never wanted to acknowledge it. I know that it’s a stupid mistake on my end. But a part of me had always hoped that it wasn’t true. Because I know that if were to be true, it means that I can’t have her. Because having her meant I would destroy her and can’t do that to her. Give me anyone else but not her. Not my Evelyn. “I don’t understand,” Evelyn’s voice cracked as tears fell from her eyes. The sight brought immense pain to my chest, something I’m not used to. I slowly released my grip on her shoulders as I took a step back and regretted it immediately since there was nothing I wanted more but to wrap my arms around her.“You said it’s just fucking, and you don’t have feelings, then what the hell is wrong?” Once again pain erupted in my chest mak
-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