All Chapters of EVE NIGHTs : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

He heard their laugh from the living room. “You should have you eyes on them” she whispered to him and walked out of the kitchen. She wasn’t gonna say too much so he doesn’t find it suspicious that he was prying into their love affairs. His eyes on them?He hadn’t not thought about it. He went out of the kitchen, they were seated close to each and was now playing a game. Eve won’t betray him would he?He tried not to worry about it but he thought of her being with Moscow was getting at him and he couldn’t think of anything else but seeing them together, wondering what they were thinking and doing at the same time. He pushed the door of his room opened and walked in, maybe Fanny wasn’t wrong. But separating them wasn’t something he could do since Moscow was helping too. He palmed his forehead as it was all giving him an headache. He sat down on the bed and sighed, he went over to his drawers and took a drugs. He went over to the bed and rested off for a while. Maybe he would a

Eve paced on the balcony, her hands over at her hips, it was a few hours before she left and Wesley was still home with her, what if he doesn’t end up leaving as she thought, and then she might not be able to keep up and missed the opportunity of meeting her. “Hey, honey,” Wesley came from behind her and held her on the waist, Eve leaned her head over at his shoulders with a smile. “What are you doing here alone? And you seem to be in deep thought, you wouldn’t have known I said a word if I hadn’t said a word.” “I was simply bothered, you weren’t home most times, for the past days I’ve been alone.” “You didn’t go over to meet Moscow?” She spun around in her arms and stared at him with her knitted brows. “Was there some meaning to it?” She pushed him off slightly and folded her arms to know what this was all about. “Don’t you invite him over when I’m not home or go over to see him at the hospital?” He tried not to make it sound as serious as he wanted it to be, but the tone of his

“I made a promise to have dinner with you and I’d to fulfill it because Eve would have my head for it, so what do you want?” He looked over at the list of food and drinks, wondering what to get at the table. “Anything you ordered is okay for me, I ate anything.” “Oh okay, that’s fine.” He nodded at her and gave his order to the waiter. The waiter left to get their orders. “You shouldn’t have given in she was just being silly.” “Still, I wanted to know the kind of friend she had, I think I was curious as well, she speaks so well of you. So I wanted to go out with you for a day where it would just be us, as it is now.” He said to her while staring at her for the first time since she came in. He never thought of her as bad, her looks were pretty good but he could see anything else other than that, or maybe because his heart was shut to someone he couldn’t have and yet it was difficult to let go.“You wanted to know more about me?”“Yes.” His hands were folded over the table. “Why di

“So that was the place you could go to, you have a friend Fanny, you could have gone to her!” He was yelling over the car. Eve said nothing but let him rumble on till they got home, not a single word she utters. And Wesley stared at her when she did say a word over the thousands of things he said. “So? Ain’t you gonna say anything! Eve! Fucking say something.” He was staring at her, wondering what made her kept shut.“You should drive and don’t get us killed. I’m not the only one being reckless here!” She yelled. “Oh that’s it,” he nodded and continued driving with his eyes up front. The car stopped when they got back to the mansion and Eve got out of the car and head into the house. Wesley ran after her shortly and held her hand pulls back to him. “I’m trying to hold a conversation with you and you just wanna walk out on me.”“What the fuck should I say? Huh, tell me what I should say since I can’t do anything without asking you first for it!” She hits his hard chest with her sm

In between her fingers was a pencil and her eyes were on a canvas and she was drawing on it. Her hands shook a little but she wasn’t paying any attention to it, she was focused on her drawing, so keen to make meaning out of what she was drawing. A man in a white coat was behind her with his arms folded and watching her draw. “What are you getting this time.”“What I can remember, it’s what I’m drawing.” He moved away from behind her and went to her side, he stared into the drawing on the canvas. “Is that supposed to be a girl?” He could tell because of her long hair which she colored gold. “It is?” She asked him, she stared at him with her brown eyes, and was unique each time he stared at them, he could see some traces of faint blue in the eyes. “Yes.” He told her and pat her hair. “You’re probably getting some of your memories back.”“Please don’t hurt me!” She clasped her hands together, and the pencil she held fell from her hands as she cried. He let go of her hair. “I’m n