“For someone who’s soon to be married, you sure look miserable, Mr?” “Creed,” the man replies, his words slurred, almost like he’s absent minded. “Alexander Creed.” He completes. . . . Two days to the wedding. Two days to Alexander’s wedding, his path crosses with a girl who makes him feel like himself. Evangeline. They share a dance at a club, and that dance led to a steamy night together. A steamy night that somehow left lingering emotions. When Alexander decides not to push through with the wedding, his bride-to-be reveals a heartbreaking information. Evangeline’s and Alexander’s meeting was never a coincidence. For Evangeline, it was just a job, but for Alexander, her name has refused to evade his memory. What will happen when she returns three months later with the resulting factor of their affair? Read to find out.
View MoreAlexanderI’m breathing hard and fast and loud. The sound echoes off the wall of the conference room, reminding me that I’m alone—with my frayed nerves and wild thoughts. I should be relieved. I won. But all I feel is rage. I feel like I’ve lost something.Evangeline’s words still echo in my head.‘You’re human, to an extent a good human.’‘But this mess would’ve never happened if your fiancé didn’t orchestrate it.’‘So if you’re looking for who to blame, perhaps blame Chanel for hiring a temptress. And then yourself, for falling into temptation.’I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my fingers to my temples and massaging as I struggle to steady my breathing. It’s futile. The more I try to steady my breathing, the more uneven it becomes. My heart hammers into my ribcage, not from the meeting, But from her.Evangeline.My wife.The woman that has caused the most chaos in both my life and my mind.I can still picture her standing there, composed, powerful, in complete control of the room.
Alexander“Sorry for being late. I had things to take care of.”The familiarity of the voice punches through my chest, My eyes snap towards the door so fast I nearly give myself whiplash.My breath stumbles.Evangeline.I stand immediately, forcing a smile even as my stomach churns. What the fuck is she doing here?Why the fuck does she look so beautiful in that dress?“What are you doing here, baby?” My voice is sweet, practiced, the way I speak when I’m trying to control a situation I have no grip on. She doesn’t respond. I continue. “I’m in the middle of an important meeting. Please wait in my office. I’ll be there shortly.”One of the board members scoffs, shaking his head as he eyes Evangeline in a way that makes my skin crawl.“This is what we’re talking about. Bringing your…” He pauses, his gaze dragging over her with disdain and suggestiveness, “…in here when you know she has no place in rooms like this.”Silence.Evangeline cocks her head to the side, her lips curling into a
AlexanderOne week later.The conference room is stifling. Suffocating. I’m surrounded by enemies, by people who want to push me out of the company I worked so hard to build.Their eyes scream it. Their stiff postures and the way they are unable to meet my gaze directly—it all confirms what I already know. Their eagerness is very telling.Their lips and hands itch impatiently for when they can vote me out so they never have to deal with a reckless, scandal-ridden CEO again.One mistake, that was all it took for everyone to show their fangs.Maybe not all of them, but I can’t trust anyone. Not at this moment in my life.Fucking pretentious fuckers.My leg bounces beneath the long table. I keep my face blank, my expression controlled, but my fingers are curled into fists on my thighs, nails biting into my palms. I haven’t slept in days, haven’t seen Evangeline in over a week since she ran off into her room after the kiss we shared in the car and have avoided me since.Evangeline shoul
EvangelineThe car is silent.Not the comfortable kind, not the peaceful kind. It’s heavy. It’s thick. It’s suffocating. It’s silently chaotic. The charged air between me and Xander contrasts the way it was moments ago when our mouths were locked in a desperate, messy kiss. It coils around my throat, squeezing with every passing second. Xander hasn’t looked at me since those words left my mouth. He sits with his eyes forward, hand trapped between his thighs, and jaw ticking. And I have my head against the window, eyes alternating between focused ahead or focused on his side profile. My chest heaves as my heart palpitates raggedly. Fuck him for trying to make it look like I didn’t want the kiss. Like I was doing it for a purpose. He might’ve not realized it, but it sounded like he was subtly calling me a whore like he’s done in days—reminding me that everything I did with him was for a purpose.To humiliate him.To reduce him to nothing.To make him a man who is unable to stand up
EvangelineGoosebumps dot my skin as my heels click against the marble floor of the restaurant. I’m so hyper aware that I can hear the gentle thuds of Alexander’s shoes too. And I don’t know what makes me shiver—the fact that I’m about to walk out into a flood of nosy men and women who want to take pictures of me so they can release it into the world and judge me, or the fact that Xander’s hand just settled on my waist.My steps almost falter as we step outside. But the moment a wave of flashing lights erupts around us, I force myself to remain steady. Alexander’s hand remains firm and possessive on my waist, his fingers tangling into my dress. A smile splits my face. I present the gossip mongers an image of a happy girlfriend and soon-to-be wife who’s exactly where she wants to be. Truth is, I’d rather be anywhere but here. “Eyes up, Angel,” Xander murmurs, his hot breath tingling my skin. I do as he says, tilting my chin slightly, and lowering my lashes. Xander plays his part t
AlexanderI wake to a slow and immediate realization, one that comes as a splitting pain in my skull. The pounding pulses at the base of my head, sending a sharp pain to the back of my eyes and pressing against my temples so hard my mind starts to dull. My mouth is dry, tongue heavy and curled into the top of my mouth, throat burning. I shift. A sharp jab of discomfort shoots down my spine. My body feels so stiff and heavy and slow, the kind of sluggishness that comes from passing out in the worst possible position. I start to register my surroundings as I blink against the faint morning light filtering through the window. It comes together in bits and pieces.Dark wood paneling: my office.A bottle of whiskey: the one I downed last night.The couch: I fell asleep on the damn couch.A groan vibrates in my throat. I drag a hand down my face. My skin is overheated, coated in a thin layer of sweat. My stomach churns uncomfortably, I swallow against the nausea rising in my throat.I sh
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