Despising Mr. Stark

Alessandro Stark was kissing her!

The mysterious man she had struggled to keep off her mind,

He hated her as much as she now despised him after the discovery she made,

But it didn't make his lips any less explosive.

Her stomach fluttered as her creamy cheeks flushed red, her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan hummed beneath her breath. 

It was tender at first, seductive and teasing, but soon it was desperate and punishing.

The same way she wanted him.

Her palms were in his shoulders and he had her against the wall, the ridges of the hard wall of his muscles rubbing against her.

Talk about being between walls.

"Hmm..." He muttered in a low growl, cradling that delicate face with high cheek bones as he suckled her plump pink lips.

They were softer and she smelt of baby powder and a faint feminine perfume which was familiar and memorable.

As realisation suddenly hit him, he tore his lips from hers, watching her lust-filled gaze as she came to terms with reality.

Her beauty at that moment wasa kick to the gut.

"You... Came on to me a night before the wedding?" 

Eve was recovering from that kiss which had turned her inside out, and sent a flood pooling in her underwear.

But as soon as he mentioned that, her cheeks flushed again for an entirely different reason. 

"Uhm..."

"Fucking manipulative b*tch! Were you planning to lure me to bed and get pregnant again to elongate your stay?" 

His golden orbs were darkened in so much rage Eve felt ashamed for a minute, especially since she had just let him kiss her senseless.

If he hadn't broken the kiss, she may have been in his bed before realising herself!

Hell, this was the man who had used his own kid as a bargaining chip and was cruel enough to add the clause of abortion if the sister somehow got pregnant during the one year duration of their marriage.

As well as worse things Eve had discovered.

Alessandro was vile and selfish and had the guts to judge her sister when they were two peas in a pod.

"Yeah, yet you couldn't keep your hands off this b*tch, don't fucking touch me again!" 

She was beyond angry and regretted enjoying that kiss as much as she did.

Swallowing hard, Eve decided to step on his ego and wiped her lips under his gaze.

"I've had better, might as well go to the boy toys!" 

She saw his eyes darken, his jaw tick. Yeah, take that, son of a bitch. He had insulted the sincerity of her response to him and  she couldn't just let it go.

She was still against the wall, but one stride with his long legs and he was suddenly pressed against her.

Oh shit, he smelt so good and looked dangerous since she had mocked him.

A dangerously sexy man.

Eve struggled to keep her heartbeat in check and her eyes from snapping shut. 

He smelt so damn good she wanted to weep, then the whiskers in his jaw were rubbing against her neck, lightly.

Her palms balled into fists as she resisted the urge to kiss him again, to beg him for a night in his bed.

Which she craved so much.

Then his capable lips were in her ear, and his fingers brushing lightly on her slender waist. 

"One touch, sweetheart, and I would have had you anywhere if I wanted." 

What the...

The bastard pushed himself off her, and those vicious eyes were laughing at her!

Oh dear, she had proved him right after all her bravado.

"Don't kid yourself." Eve could barely hear her own voice as she muttered those words, and carried her heavy feet into the room.

With the door securely shut, she leaned against the wall, shutting her eyes in embarrassment as she recounted his words.

She hated Alessandro Stark.

...

For a week after that night, Eve avoided Alessandro. 

Which was easy and barely noticeable, because Alessandro was leaving in the morning and returning at night.

Since it was a big residence, they barely ran into each other, except on two occasions when he had come to see Zoe after Eve had put her to bed. 

But on Monday morning, Eve received a devastating news from Hannah.

The last surviving relative who hadn't treated Eve as a mere double of the beauty Queen, Ava, had died the night before. 

Eve's heart was empty. 

She had spent a good number of time with her grandparents who had loved her, and her Aunt Rebecca who was now late. 

Aunt Rebecca was a fun old lady who had taught Eve how to pretend she didn't have a crush on a boy, and bought her very first lipstick.

She had kept in touch with the woman while in England, but hadn't even got the opportunity to see her the moment she returned.

Or questioned why the sweet woman hadn't been at her sister's wedding.

With a heavy heart, Eve instructed Sonia, the younger nanny, to have the chef prepare a good meal for Zoe. 

Then she was dressed in black dress and shades, and making her way downstairs with her chestnut hair wrapped in a high bun. 

It was the first time she was leaving the residence since their return from the honeymoon, and Alessandro sat in the bar section of the large living room, sipping at a bourbon. 

He turned on hearing her footsteps, then he perceived that mouth-watering fragrance.

Had she always smelled this tantalising?

Like a perfect pastry in a platter.

"My... aunt died, I'm going for the funeral." Eve managed to say, too overcome by sadness to ignore him. 

There wasn't any hint of sympathy in his eyes. He nodded, swirling the ice in the glass.

"I won't be able to make an appearance, I'm traveling for a business trip." 

Eve clenched her teeth; it wasn't anger, but closer to betrayal and disappointment.

After that night...

Knowing he would ruin her mood further if she stayed looking at that beautiful bastard face of his, she started to walk through the doors again when he stopped her with his words.

"Be sure to use protection at the funeral, you don't want to transmit something to the kid or get caught." 

Low heeled court shoes halted on the floors. 

Lean confident shoulders turned to his direction.

Long legs strode towards him, that perfume attempting to cloud his judgment.

"What. Did. You. Say?" Eve was beyond enraged 

His response was a chuckle, baring beautiful white teeth; such perfection wasted on a douche. 

Then he whipped out his phone and pushed it to her direction.

As soon as she caught the image, her fingers started to shake, and she swallowed so hard it was painful.

It was unmistakeably Ava, having an orgy in a place which seemed like a sex club. 

Her heart was pounding as she looked into the murderous eyes of Alessandro, and before she could fathom his next move, he had the glass of bourbon smashing against the wall.

Then he pushed himself off the seat, threw a look of hatred at her and took his phone, walking up the stairs. 

But Eve had got something from the picture.

If she had the opportunity, she would track down her sister herself and end this... thing.