The cat was not a cat but a man. Cue the shock! Did you guys figure it out or are you shocked?
"Would you..." He walked away, pretending he hadn't heard her. Sabrina sighed. A week had passed since he caught her breaking into Eva's house and after she'd told him of her suspicions, he hadn't spoken to her again. Every time she tried to start a conversation or ask him something, he would walk away. They slept on the same bed but he came in late and woke up early to avoid her. This was the reason she hadn't wanted to say anything. He got so defensive of Eva that she was afraid of telling him anything. Which made her wonder if they were truly ready to get married. He was supposed to be the one person she could trust with everything but he'd made it clear that there were topics they couldn't touch. How was their marriage going to survive if he refused to listen to her? She wasn't asking him to take her side. All she wanted was for him to keep an open mind. To realize that his niece might not be perfect and that it wasn't his fault. She knew the reason he refused to acknowledge Eva'
"Evangeline, how about you? What do you want this year?" She swept her eyes over the interior of the car. Why was it so familiar? She was sure she'd seen it somewhere. But where? She only drove fancy cars. Maybe it was the one she'd borrowed from her fan? No, this was an older model. No one drove it these days. She turned her head to the right and noticed a little girl sitting next to her. Even though the resemblance to her younger self was striking, she knew it wasn't her. Eva went to open her mouth and ask why she'd gone back to being a child but someone cut her off. "Evangeline, are you listening?" God, she hated that name. "Don't call me that!" She snapped looking at the person in the front seat. All she saw was the woman's smile. "What did you say? I can't hear you" "Who the fuck are you and why am I in this car?" Had she migrated to another world? That would make sense. If Rosslyn was twelve years old here, it meant she was older. Just as it should have been. Younger
"Come on in" she said stepping aside to let her pass "I don't know who is who so you have to identify yourself" "Don't do it!" Rosslyn or was it Eva yelled from the living room "Let them sweat a little" Sabrina huffed. For everyone's peace of mind, she needed to know who was who. They were both in dresses. One blue the other green and their hair, although straight, was styled differently. She tried to guess who was Rosslyn... Or maybe she didn't have to. Pretending to close the door, she quickly took out her phone and called. The one in the living room rang "Gotcha" "That's cheating" Rosslyn complained. She was in a blue wrap dress and heels. For the hundredth time, she wondered why they hadn't gone out. It would have been fun, saved her from cooking -even though she was the one who'd suggested doing it- and it guaranteed her a drama free evening. No one could throw a tantrum or start a fight in public. Both girls had successful careers, with Eva being famous locally and Rosslyn
"So? How was it?" "How was what?" He answered but his gaze kept swinging from his phone to his laptop then back. He expected a call or at least a message explaining why she was ignoring his calls this time. Had something happened? Was he overreacting? At some point, Mason had started wondering if he was being too clingy. Was a call a day too much? Besides, she'd been angry when she left. Surely a little update wasn't too much to ask. "The surprise Eva had prepared for you. I just had this feeling that you two would suit each other and I was right. Wasn't I? She lights up your dim world and brings out the freak in you. Doesn't she?" "Yes" "And you can see yourself marrying her in the near future. Right?" "Yes" "And have ten children" "Yes" "MACE!" He snapped his head up "What mom? You don't have to yell when I'm sitting right next to you" "You just agreed to marry Eva and have ten children with her. You can't take that back" "Last I checked, weren't you a feminist?
"Eew, you reek of alcohol. Were you drinking?" Mason cracked one eye open and then closed it "Get me a glass of water before you leave" "Why would I leave? I just got here" "Because I'm not in the mood to talk to you today" "Are you sulking?" "No. I'm pissed" and glad that she was there but he couldn't let her know that yet. He'd ended up spending the entire afternoon ranting to Alden then went back to the office. Thinking he could get some work done but he'd been too wound up to concentrate. So he'd come back home and drunk a few bottles of beer. The stench Eva was complaining about came from his shirt. He'd spilled some on himself and forgot to take his clothes off. That was how disoriented he had been. "I brought you flowers and chocolate to apologize," she said shaking him. "Cut it..." Pink rose petals blocked his line of vision "Are you kidding me?" "I'm sorry. The day before yesterday was just a hard day for me and I wanted to be alone. If I hadn't buried myself i
Eva craned her neck, trying to hear what they were talking about. Why had Rosslyn asked to speak with him outside? And why had he agreed? If she told him anything... "Do you want anything? There's a cafe..." "Just shut up!" She hissed "I'm trying to listen" why was the room so big? If it had been smaller, the bed might have been closer to the door and she could hear their conversation. Lincoln had left after making sure she was fine and Rosslyn had a flight to catch. The sooner she left, the sooner Eva could feel at ease. She didn't like seeing her there and especially not around Mason. "I can stand closer to the door and tell you what they're talking about" Sabrina offered. "No thanks. I just lost my interest" she was trying to make up for that little incident back at their house but Eva wasn't in a forgiving mood. Her dress was ruined and she had been forced to snob Mason because she was in a bad mood. If it wasn't for Sabrina, none of this would have happened. "Are you stil
"You look distracted. What's up?" Eva sighed "It's Mason. Something's up with him" "Should you strive to bring it down?" Pippa asked, snorting. She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at her. "Cut it out with the innuendos. I'm serious" "Fine, what is it? Has he gotten tired of you already?" "What do you mean? Men don't get tired of me. I get tired of them" "So why haven't you moved on from him then? I honestly thought you two would fuck a few times and go your own ways" "He's different-" "Damn right he is" she said making Eva furrow her brow. Before she could ask what she meant, Pippa continued "He's not your average man Eva. One look at him and you can tell he's not the type to take shit from anyone, especially you. I suggest you stick to the men you can handle" "Meaning?" "That you're controlling. I'm sorry to say that but it's the truth. You always want everything done your way. You want to dictate the terms and expect men to go along with it. Your previous boyfriend
"You didn't think you'd tease me all night and get away with it, did you?" "I like this petty streak of yours," Eva said smiling. Did he want to play with her? Well, too bad. He'd chosen the wrong person. Throwing her leg over his lap, she slowly inched her hand toward her center saying "What a man can do, I can do better" he watched her hand, the look in his eyes intensifying as he followed her movements. In, out. In, out. Her fingers were nothing compared to his. It was as if they were made to pleasure a woman. Long, supple, sinful. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't replicate what he'd done a few minutes earlier. Her body just wouldn't respond to her touch. Not when he was right next to her. As if he knew that, he mocked, "How's that going for you? Are you any closer to finishing?" She withdrew her hand huffing "Cocky bastard" "What? You can play with me but I can't?" It struck her then. That Pippa might have been right. If it was any other man in there with her, h