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Hey There, Casanova
~Cali~
Days went on after that brief encounter I had with him. He left me confused, wondering what the hell his problem was.
I waited for his email, or for any gift from him - anything - but none came. It’s like he never existed in my life again. Maybe he’s still mad about his pained nuts. Or he realized how much of a lame lay I am, how hard it is to understand me. I don’t even understand myself; how can I expect him to understand me?
I hate feeling like this.
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It’s almost time for me to get ready for the first launch of Ren’s label. Yet here I am, with a hazy mind from hanging upside down from my bed. The blood rushing in the wrong way is not good for my brain cells.
His
CastielWhy is my Princess so complicated? Even so, I still can’t stay away from her ~ I dedicate this chapter to Kimberly Peterson. Thank you for the continued support even tho I have a crazy love interest, grá. ;) ~ So, I’ll be leading the next chapter and I’ll have that talk with an annoying Greek who has no control over his temper. Now, now, please don’t get too excited, I’m hotter than him. ~ If you haven’t left a rating on my story yet, please do so by pressing that rate button on the next page and leave me those stars, Mo grá. ~ yours, Evan.
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~Evan~ I’ve been watching her all night since she arrived with her father. Such a beauty she is. I willed myself not to drink tonight, needing my head to be clear of alcohol influence when I talk to her - try to talk to her. The little black dress she has on further enhanced her creamy skin. She showed enough skin on her chest, back and legs for every man’s mouth in this function hall to water with the sight of her. My hands balled on my side, needing to wipe their lustful glare at my Princess. Devin’s words are turning into an unbreakable prophecy. Now that I learned who she is, how perfect her life compared to my shitty one - how perfect she is - made me want her more. I’m not worthy of her, I know this, but I need her in my life, but am I willing to ask her to fight for me?
EVAN Why?
~Cali~ Cold night loomed over Manhattan. Everyone headed home for the weekend, and I’m still in the office, working overtime again. I sighed, deciding to call it a day, holding my bag in one hand and my phone with the other, stepping inside the lift. I was still answering a few important emails while returning the greetings of the few night shift employees on the way to the basement parking. I yelped when a quick hand snatched my phone and bag. “What the-“ a hand covered my mouth. I stumbled back up to the car behind me, and blazing honey brown eyes met my widened green ones. I dreaded the day I would see him again. He invaded my dreams, my paintings, and my mind, but seeing him in person has proven to be another kind of reality. An unnerving kind.
EVAN Bare
~Cali~ A sour laugh left my mouth as I mumbled, “why? Why did I leave?” I shook my head, taking another bottle of the beer set on top of the counter. I down some more alcohol to ease my parched pipes. “Why wouldn’t I? You lied to me-“ He shook his head, regarding me with emotions I can’t point out. Disappointment? Pain? “Don’t stare at me like that.” I tilted the bottle in my lips. “I asked you if you were in a relationship-“ “That’s not what I’m asking, Princess.” He’s as calm as a windless summer day - the opposite of me, a hailstorm mess. “Why did you leave without asking me?” “Ask you what?” my voice rising as I continued, “ask you who Shannon is? If she’s pregnant with your child?”
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~Cali~ Words aren’t enough to say how sorry I am, how much I regret my decision. His eyes, so beautiful even in his sadness, lips quivering as I stare at him, offering myself for a dreaded punishment. “Evan,” I repeated. His beguiling name should be a sin for me to even dare utter. I’m not worthy of this man, “forgive me.” He hauled me, our lips colliding roughly, making me wince in pain. A kiss of hellfire, filled with so much anger and passion... desire. His kiss is mad and needy, and I understand why. Evan’s hands came around my nape, threading through my shoulder length hair. Pulling and fisting, the same rough gesture that I’m doing with his locks.
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