-Vincent-There are other places I would rather be than here. But being the heir of the Dreamweaver Corporation I have no choice but to endure this meeting. Actually, there is no problem with the meeting. You can make me go to every meeting there is, and I assure you that it will all go according to plan—everything except this one. Because a meeting that my grandmother has set up is something that never goes according to my plan. Don’t get me wrong, I love my grandmother. But I hate how she rushes me into marriage even though I told her several times already that it’s not for me.“Alright,” my Grandmother said as she looked at each of us. “That sums up our monthly meeting. Thank you all for coming and keep up the good work.”I hurriedly collected my things and rushed to the door, with no goodbyes, no hugs, and no kisses. Because those things just trap me.“Vincent,” my grandmother called out when I was just one step out of the room. I debated to just pretend that I didn’t hear her
-Eve-I am not sure what the hell was going on inside Vincent’s head. I know that he had saved me several times and I have to admit that I was the first one who pretended that he was my boyfriend but doing it for a long time is not my thing. Although I can’t say that I wasn’t tempted by his monetary offer. I don’t even know why he asked me when he could just ask any other girls. I know that they will be so willing to do it and they would even do it for free.“Why?” Vincent asked confusion filling his face.“I don’t know how to lie,” I lied. Seriously? I berated myself. I keep telling myself that I am not a liar even though it surprises me that I find myself lying almost all the time. I watched as Vincent’s brow rose, disbelieving me. “Okay,” I said as I raised both my hands. “I know I have lied several times but those are just white lies. What you’re asking of me is a long-term thing and I can’t do that. Not to mention that we need to fool your grandmother. Trust me, I am not a goo
-Vincent-I was in the meeting when Natalie called and told me about what happened to Evelyn’s grandmother. It was a good thing that I asked Carl to go back to the office to pick up some things that I needed for the next meeting. But once Carl gave me an update and her hunch as to what had happened to Evelyn’s grandmother, I decided to reschedule my meeting and let Carl focus on assisting Evelyn. “The doctors advised to keep Miss Anderson’s grandmother for the night to make sure that they didn’t miss anything,” Carl reported. I was glad that Evelyn’s grandmother was fine and that it was nothing serious, but what concerned me was what Carl found out. It seems that Evelyn’s grandmother was scammed. “Make sure to find out what exactly happened,” I told Carl, and I even asked him to make sure that everything that Evelyn and her grandmother needed had been taken care of. My phone rang as soon as I hung up with Carl, I immediately answered thinking it was Evelyn only to be disappointed
-Vincent-“Is your proposal still open?” She asked and the sound of desperation filled her voice. “Come in,” I said as I stepped aside for her to enter.She walked in but stayed just by the door as she crumpled and uncrumpled her hands as if she was not sure if she was doing the right thing or not. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to check if she would change her mind or not. “Yes,” she whispered. I closed the door and led her to the living room.“Are you just going to stand there or are you telling me the purpose of this visit?”I watch her scurry towards the couch opposite mine and I can tell with the way her body moves that she’s here not because she wanted to but because she had no choice and I can’t say I am not disappointed by it. “Is your proposal still open?” She asked once again but the way she said it this time made me realize that whatever uncertainty she was battling earlier had now disappeared. “Yes,” I replied and I heard a sigh of relief. “Okay,” She said as she co
-Eve-I was a nervous wreck as I got home. I didn’t expect that Vincent would agree with everything, but he did. He fucking did. I replayed what had happened just an hour ago over and over to see if there was something that I had missed. “So,” I said as I looked at him with a smile, “What do we do now, babe?”I watched as his lips quirked up in a smile as he said, “Aren’t we in a rush, babe.” “I guess, I just want to make sure that things go smoothly,” I answered honestly. “Oh, don’t worry about a thing, because it would,” he replied teasing me once again. “For tonight, go home and rest because you will be very busy starting tomorrow.”“Busy?” I asked in confusion. Not sure if he would give me so many tasks as his executive assistant. “Yup,” he said as he stood from his seat. “Don’t come to work tomorrow. Carl will pick you up at ten in the morning.” I took that as a queue to leave. He led me to the door where one of his cars and Carl was waiting outside for me. Carl opened the
-Eve-My deal with Vincent felt so easy. Well, it is easy.All I have to do is play the role that Vincent asked me to and that’s it. But why does a part of me feel uneasy about it? That’s the power of money. It makes you do things out of the ordinary and justify your action with something like, ‘I have no choice but to do it.’ So even though I felt uneasy, I pushed it back and repeated the same mantra I had been repeating all my life, ‘It’s okay, I have no other choice.’Still, I don’t really have the choice to be choosy right now, especially since Vincent has already made a payment. “Where are we going?” I asked as I noticed that Carl didn’t go in the direction of Vincent’s office. “Creating your life,” Vincent replied.“What do you mean by that?” I asked in confusion. “I need my grandmother to think that you’re my prospect for marriage. To ensure that, I need to make sure that you would be able to fit the checklist she has.”“It’s not part of our agreement,” I blurted and he smil
-Eve-It took some time before the bookshop was done. And things had been pretty hectic since then. Vincent enrolled me in several classes that he thought would help me in performing my role well. Aside from my classes, Vincent and I continuously practice how to interact with each other to make sure that we won’t look awkward in front of everyone.It’s been weeks since the last time I saw him. He told me to finish what I needed to finish before our show officially began. He also told me to start letting my grandmother know that I have a new boyfriend because he doesn’t want to surprise her.I also went ahead and made sure that there weren’t any loose ends and no one would bother me and my grandmother again. So I went to the office after I got the money from Vincent to pay for the title of our house only to find out that the police had raided the office and returned all the titles to their respective owners.A part of me wanted to ask Vincent if he has something to do with it, but don’t
-Vincent-Finally, the day that I had been preparing for has arrived. “Your grandmother called, sir,” Carl said pulling me back to the present. “What does she want now?” I asked with a sigh. Since I had slipped about having a girlfriend to stop her from setting me up with blind dates, she never stopped asking me to meet Evelyn. Leading me to make the first mistake I had ever made in my entire life. “We are having our annual charity ball this year,” she said yesterday morning. “I am expecting your girlfriend to be there or I’ll start setting you up for blind dates again.”I hate to admit that I forgot about the charity ball. Which left me with no choice. If my grandmother wants to know Evelyn, then she will know who Evelyn is. But on my own terms. “You’re grandmother wanted you to know that if you didn’t bring your so-called girlfriend, she will start matching you on the event tonight. And if you decide to bail, she will strip your title as CEO of Dreamweaver for fun,” Carl recit
-Eve-When Vincent promises something, he delivers. I was in heaven after Vincent gave me what I asked for. I could hear people moving around us as I caught my breath. My body was still convulsing as Vincent gently cleaned me up.“That was…” I started to say, but was too out of breath to finish. “Mind blowing.” I could see the proud smile he was wearing even though he was trying his best not to show it to me. He let me rest and as I look up, that’s when I saw a roof on top of our booth. Now it make sense, the button that Vincent pressed before he proceeded on fulfilling his promise was for the roof and the blinds. With the lights on, I could clearly see that our booth was different from those below us. The booths below had curtains, while ours was like a cubicle with thick walls. It was like a small room in a house, giving us all the privacy we needed to do whatever the hell it was that we wanted. After Vincent was sure that I was cleaned, he sat on the bed-like couch but didn’t
-Eve-I don’t know where I got my courage from. I’m not even sure why I suddenly became so bold.“Make me cum.”I thought I would be embarrassed for saying it, for even thinking about it. But I didn’t feel that way. Vincent never made me feel that way.“Is that what you really want?” Vincent pulled me closer to him, there was no doubt in the way he asked me. It was as if he were asking for permission. As if my opinion and answer matter.“Yes,” I replied, almost out of breath. I didn’t have to ask Vincent twice. I saw him press a button, although I don’t know what it does. Vincent’s mouth crushed into mine with so much hunger that everything around us faded away. “I missed you,” Vincent whispered as his hands roamed my body like her couldn’t get enough of me. “I missed you, too,” I said, out of breath as Vincent continued to kiss and caress me. He pulled out my breast out of my clothes and and suck at each one of them. I moaned, unable to control the pleasure I was feeling. The know
-Vincent-*Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, trauma etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic, please skip this chapter. Evelyn hasn’t said the safe word yet. Ever since we walked in, she has been quiet and observing. I saw the way she looked at each of the rooms that we stopped by. There was no judgment in them. I know that Evelyn is just seeing the beginning and not yet the dark side of it. As much as I want to confirm to myself that there was a big chance for her to accept me as a whole. I couldn’t do that. Not until she sees the last room of this place.The hardest part of this process isn’t showing her the lifestyle that I've gotten used to. The hardest part in this process is letting her see it as something positive and not look at me like I was a pervert. She glanced at me once in a while, and I could clearly see the internal battles behind her eyes, but she never said anything. I don’t
-Eve-*Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, trauma etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic, please skip this chapter. Vincent’s other side definitely took me by surprise.They were also right. This is beyond me. I know that Vincent is different. I just didn’t know that he was that different. “Breathe, little devil,” Vincent whispered. Sending chills down my spine. I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding as I let the view in front of me unfold. I don’t know how to describe what I was feeling right now. Not sure if I could even find the right words. All I know is that this isn’t something I was expecting. “You have the power over everything, little devil,” Vincent reminded. “You have the power to stop everything; all you have to say is your safe word. If this makes you uncomfortable, all you have to do is say your safe word.”A part of me was tempted to do just that. Part of me thinks
-Eve-I don’t know where we are going. I don’t know what is happening. Because I did not see anything, I didn’t know why they had to wear this black cotton cloth over my head. When he placed it over my head, I almost panicked until he slapped my ass playfully. I am not panicking right now because I can feel him beside me. I can smell him beside me, and I am not sure if it was because of the black bag over my head or if it was because I miss Vincent, but every movement he makes just heightens my anticipation. “Is this cloth really necessary?” I asked. “Yes, little devil,” he replied. The low tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was sexy, it was hot. I felt my pussy clenched. I felt the car we were in stop, but we didn’t get out of the car yet. Instead, I heard hushed whispers, but I couldn’t make out the words that they were saying. The suspense is killing me. “So, this is the girl that won Vincent Beckett’s heart,” a woman with a thick accent said. Although I am no
-Vincent-I know that we’re stepping on unknown ground. I know that I am pushing my luck. But that silent whisper at the back of my head wouldn’t stop telling me to take the chance. To take the risk. But my friends are afraid. That’s the reason why they are here now. I understand where they are coming from, and I have already pushed this idea to the back of my mind so many times. So afraid of what the results might be. So afraid that I might lose the only person who made me realize that my heart was actually beating.But I don’t want to hide from her anymore. I want to have Evelyn as a whole. I want to have everything that she could give me. Even those parts of her that she’s afraid for me to see. Which is why I am pushing for this. I want her to see the worst of me and hope that she will be able to accept it. “Okay,” I finally relent, “We will go now, but before we leave, I want you to give me a safe word.”“Fuck!” I heard Garrett say, but I never tore my eyes from the fiery wom
-Eve-Vincent was tense the whole afternoon. He tries to deny it, but I can see it in his movements and the way his hands keep running through his hair. I know that it wasn’t easy for him to be this open to anyone. It wasn’t easy for him to change what he was used to before he met me. Which is why I appreciate all his efforts in making me feel how much he wanted me to be part of his life. “You need to calm down,” I said, looking up from the book he gave me, watching him pace back and forth in front of me. “Baby,” I called, making him turn to face me. “You are making me nauseous with all the walking that you are doing in front of me. What is bothering you?” He released a loud exhale before walking towards me and taking the seat beside me.“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You are just so important to me, and I am really afraid that you would go and run away from me.”My eyebrow rose in curiosity was slowly getting the best of me. “Can’t you really tell me where you’re taking me, and why
-Eve-I hate it when bad people win.I hate the fact that, after all the bad things that they had done, they wouldn’t get punished for it. Those people are the kind of people I hate the most. How can they get away from all the bad things that they have done and leave those who are good with so much pain? And why the hell do bad things happen to good people? What the hell have they done that was so wrong for them to deserve such pain? But that’s not what bothers me most. What bothers me is the fact that I was also on the receiving end of that pain. Why did it have to happen to me? What did I do that was so wrong to deserve all the things that had been happening to me?I was a kind and understanding girlfriend. I was kind and helpful to my bestfriend, and yet those two people that I cared for never thought twice of hurting me or ruining the life that I had planned for us.Why do people always take advantage of others? Why can’t they just be truthful enough to just tell me that they don
-Eve-*Trigger warning: "This content may contain depictions of [violence, sexual assault, trauma etc.] that some readers may find disturbing." If you are sensitive to this topic, please skip this chapter. “So what is it that you’re going to tell me?” I asked in between bites, waiting for him to start talking. “It’s about someone who used to be my girlfriend.” I heard that he only had one girlfriend, and it was a fake one. I am just not sure if this was the same story as the one the Ems told me. “And how she disappeared from the world.”Wait… What?I stared at him even though I promised not to react until he was done with what it was he was going to tell me, but unfortunately, I failed. “Sorry for surprising you, I hope that I didn’t scare you. I promise that I will explain everything to you if you would like to hear my side of the story.” Vincent Beckett was a confident man, and I could see that this was something he was not used to. He always has the last say. Regardless of wh