-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
-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
-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
-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
-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
-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
-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-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-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
-Eve-One of the worst things about being in a fake relationship is catching feelings. It hadn’t been an issue when we started this game. Vincent has always proved that he was someone I wouldn’t want to be with.I’m not even sure when it started or how. Not sure if started when he bought the bookstore for me or when saved me several times from Stephen. When I first saw him, he was naked with a woman in bed, I always thought that he was the filthiest man in the entire world. I knew that I didn’t want any piece of him at that time. But the more time I spend with him, the more I get to know him. The wall I carefully created between us slowly crumbles. At first, I tried to deny whatever it was I was feeling and dismissed it as a crush, something every other girl feels about him. Regardless of his constant mood swings, Vincent Beckett is a sight to die for. He stands six foot eleven, every girl’s ideal height with broad shoulders, buffed but not in a scary way like the bouncers you find
-Vincent-Sin City…I know I was not in a good mood going here. Didn’t even want to be here. Well, if it’s just me and Evelyn then that’s a totally different conversation. I know that Evelyn and I had bonded over the plane ride. It was fun to know how easily I could push her buttons and watch her cheeks turn crimson or how her eyes widen whenever she was surprised or embarrassed. I also came to the conclusion that her ex was nothing but an asshole and a douchebag. “So,” Garrett said placing his arms around my neck as he looked at me while wearing that smug smile that I wanted nothing more but to erase from his face. “It seems like you are now in a good mood,” he added.“I was,” I replied not even hiding my irritation from him. “Oh, come on,” He said, still smiling smugly. “I know why you’re in that mood.”I turned to face him, and the glint in his told me that he was up to something. “It’s been a while since you got laid,” his voice low and serious. “I know that you have officiall