"Bloody hell."Eve cursed beneath her breath as soon as she woke up to the bright sun rays which somehow penetrated into her head.She was shivering with cold, and yet her body was soaked in a pool of her own heat.And to make it worse, it was as if that banging headache had only tripped.She felt ten times worse than before she went to bed, and her feet were suddenly too heavy as well as her whole body."Fucking stupid sickness." She cursed again when she almost tripped over the table.The room was empty and felt like it was zero degrees, but her skin itched of the perspiration which clung to her clothes.Her head was heavy, but she forced feet to move, staggering and holding onto walls and tables as she finally made it to the bathroom.But her teeth was clenched tightly, and the very thought of getting into the tub was terrifying.It felt like an hour later when Eve found her way out of the room in the thickest sweats and pants she could find, her hair wet and piled on top of her he
Eve wasn't hysterical on the third night she woke up in the middle of the night.And for the first time in a while, her mouth didn't taste so bitter anymore, but it did feel like crap.That shivering cold was gone, and all she felt now was weakness and burning heat...From the body mashed closely with hers under the duvet.Eve pried her eyes open to the darkness and inhaled deeply, her eyes darting to the muscled arm wrapped around her.The soft breathing and warm flesh beside hers was comforting, and she swallowed hard, feeling lightheaded again.She was all sweaty now, and felt as though she hadn't washed up in ages. She also needed to brush her teeth and change into something else that wasn't sweat pants.Alessandro had stuffed her body into it last night, after he cleaned her up.Oh dear, her skin heated up for another reason, and she bit into her cheeks, shutting her eyes as the memory of last night flooded into her brain.It had been the second night she had woken up after that
Alessandro Stark had become the ideal husband.Scratch that, there wasn't a perfect word to describe how much he had suddenly become the best.During the days that Eve lay in bed recovering, and only came downstairs for some air and change of environment once in a day, he took responsibility around the house.She woke up each morning to the aroma of breakfast prepared by him, then he dressed Zoe and drove her to school,After which he returned home where Eve had showered and changed into loose slacks, yet again.On the days she washed her hair, it became a habit that he simply dried it for her. Lunch and dinner would follow, and he reminded her to take her drugs.In fact, he handed her the pills himself as well as the water, and watched as she gulped it down her throat.She slept with him next to her, their body heats mingling under the duvet, and sometimes she rolled into his arms.'Sometimes' happened for six days, and on the seventh when she woke up to realise that she had complete
Slowly, the words flowed from Eve's brain, and she spoke them, "yes, it's mine." She had thought of denying it, of saying it was only a fake ID that she had used in the past.But there was no need, there was a picture of her family in that wallet, of days before she had drifted apart from them.And it wasn't going to be possible explaining why there were two identical girls holding hands as they smiled widely for the camera.Eve stared at the open wallet now, the different ATM and ID cards spilling out like her lies.It was all over."Wow, I...don't even know what to say." Eve looked upwards to the manager whose lips were trembling."I...I mean, I knew, I already found out, but hearing you confirm it. Wh... Since when? What happened to the real Ava? Did...did she die?"Wendy had stood and was pacing the expansive dining room.Eve watched her silently as she freaked out with so many questions, and waited till she had calmed down and taken a seat opposite her again."She disappeared o
What to do when your husband was speaking with his mistress over the phone?There had to be a goddamn course for that, with Eve winning an award in the department of awkwardness.She pushed herself off the wall seconds into that call, and made herself busy doing the most irrelevant things.Like arranging the clothes in the closet and then picking up her phone to browse what she didn't even need.Somehow when that call ended and Alessandro turned to her, she had found herself on YouTube browsing salsa moves."It's her father, he just died." Eve looked up when she heard those words, and met the eyes of Alessandro in mixed emotions."I'm so sorry." Eve muttered, taking his palm in hers instinctively. Alessandro looked confused and lost for a moment, staring into space.It was Eve who broke the silence. "Were you close?" He inhaled deeply before he answered, "yeah, we were. Lydia and I were childhood friends, I used to spend a good part of my time with him. He taught me how to play che
Eve stepped out of the bathroom to find Lydia Crane waiting in front of a running sink, her perfect figure reflecting in the mirrors which surrounded the stall.There was no second guessing that her husband's mistress had come to give her a piece of her mind.And Lydia didn't waste time making her intentions clear."Are you done putting a show, Ms. Goody Two Shoes?" Eve wondered if Lydia and Bella had been sisters in their past lives or something.The two had a way of reenacting some teenage movie where they were the bad bitches."Hello to you too, Lydia. Sorry about your loss." Eve said instead, and turned on the tap in front of her, eager to be out of Lydia's sight.But she had just put her palms under the running water when small elegant fingers reached out and turned it off."What's the use of washing it when your soul stinks? Just like your hole which has been all over the place." Eve sucked in a deep breath and counted to ten, her shoulders stiffened in determination.No, she
Alessandro Stark yanked off his tie and unbuttoned his jacket, the jaw of his muscles ticking with irritation.Eve sat at the other side which was opposite him, her fingers clasped together.That had been a lot of information to process tonight. Lydia and her dad had wanted part of the Stark shares, and in a way, Ava had played a role in Mr. Crane's deteriorated health.Then Lydia had teamed up with Bella and somehow found out and revealed her schedule to Sean.It was all too much to process.She wondered what Alessandro was thinking with that chiseled jaw set in determination and eyes staring out of the window.He hadn't glanced at her once since they left the Crane penthouse.He must be remembering how disgusted he actually was with her.Eve looked out of the other side of the window, watching the dusk which covered the heavy clouds.Rain was coming with the night. Eve chewed her lower lip and counted backwards, exhausted from all the drama.Alessandro didn't have to worry about m
He tasted like mint and good wine, addictive and maddening.His touch was lethal, driving her crazy with that expertise sweep of his tongue into the warm tavern of her mouth, sucking off any resolve she had made to avoid him.It was impossible to wake away now, when he had set her body and soul on fire, his head slanting to the side to get better access of her lips.It was as though Eve was kissing him for the first time. She thirsted and burned for him, her fingers gripping tightly to his shirt as she hungered to merge into his skin.Like something she had been missing since, she clung to him, returning his kisses with equal feverish need, her body potty in his arms."Fuck, baby, I don't think I can fucking stop now." Alessandro grunted against her lips in a low voice, her nipples tightening in her robe.She didn't want to stop either, but she was too far gone to muster words that weren't in form of a moan or a sharp gasp. And when his fingers gently tugged at the towel and release