AlexanderFuck me.I storm into my office and breathing comes in shallow bursts, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. All I see is the face of my mother—my real, biological mother. Every curve of her features is etched to my memory. Everytime her face scrunched in displeasure when I’d do something bad.My mother loved me, however she deemed herself so pure she made certain I followed in the same footsteps. If I lied, I’d be punished. If I stole a candy, I’d be punished. So I learnt from a young age to be spotless.I was. At least I thought I was. And then all of that went downhill after her death and after my father went and married a vile woman as a second wife. Even with the guilt of what went down years ago, I still tried to hold onto those morals my mother choked me with. It was because of my need to be upright that I walked every path my father and his new wife pointed me.To be a good son.It was because of that need that I nodded my head in agreement when Chanel was intr
EvangelineOkay… no hi, no hello, just straight up ‘who the fuck is she and what is she doing here?’ Really? Is this how uncultured people are?But she’s Xander’s mom. The least I can do is respect her.I shift under the covers, trying to push myself up. It takes more effort than it should—my body is still sore, my limbs heavy. But I have to get up. I should at least try to greet her properly, even if her entrance was less than polite.Before I can even swing my legs over the side of the bed, a firm hand presses against my shoulder, stopping me.“No, Angel,” Alexander says, his voice low, holding the kind of softness that makes me want to melt—and makes Chanel seethe. What is she even doing here?“I have to greet your mother,” I whisper, holding his eyes.Gosh, he looks so tired… so in pain.Xander shakes his head as if telling me it’s not necessary to greet his mom. “Lie back down and rest. You need it.” he says, stroking my hair as he gently pushes me back down. The firmness of his
EvangelineMoving in with Alexander isn’t as discomforting as I’d imagined it’d be. Maybe I was just overthinking it—moving into the same house with a man that hates me for ruining his life.The car glides across the concrete path, coming to a slow in front of the main resident. The last time I was here was to tell Alexander about my pregnancy—and I left with tears in my eyes after he rained insults on me.I can’t believe I’m back here. Just like that. I didn’t even put up a good fight.The moment the car stops in front of the manor, Alexander moves swiftly, stepping out of the car and rounding it to open my side of the door. I try to step out, he crouches down, his arms sweeping under my legs and back. He lifts me effortlessly before I can protest. Bridal style.Gosh, I bite into my lips to keep myself from smiling shyly.A gasp catches in my throat as he adjusts his arms and stands to his full height, making my body press against his chest. My hands instinctively grip his shoulders
EvangelineAs my eyes open, pain follows. It shoots through my bones and every corner of my head, dulling my mind and ripping a grunt from my throat. The first I notice is the blinding white lights, encased around spotless white walls.I blink, wincing to adjust my eyes to the harshness of the lights. Then panic sets in. Where am I? Why am I here? Questions churn in my mind as my eyes move frantically across the room. Something—someone moves and it catches my attention.Tall frame, stormy eyes, beautiful face.I blink slowly and squint my eyes at the figure staring at me from across the bed—I’m on a bed. Why am I on a bed?Shit.“Alexander,” the name tumbles out my mouth before I can stop myself.A step brings him closer. “Yes, Angel,” he answers, eyes observing me carefully.Slow and steady, every memory starts to unfold. The lobby, the elevator, the blood. He hurt me. Alexander moves forward again, I shift in bed, a small cry lodging in my throat.The room feels too small, like the
Evangeline has been sleeping for hours. As much as it bothers me to watch her lie still for so many hours, I’m ecstatic to know she’s out of danger and her… our child is safe too.It’d have killed me if anything had happened to this baby she’s carrying. Not because of me, not because this pregnancy serves my selfish desires—no. Knowing Evangeline—the vibrant, outgoing, fun, exploring young woman she is, I can only imagine the mental pain she endured before deciding to keep a pregnancy, to keep Alexander Creed’s child giving our ugly history.I don’t want her to hate me for taking away this one thing keeping her grounded.The tip of my fingers trail small shapes on the back of her palm as I carefully watch her fluttering lashes.Beautiful.Absolutely gorgeous.My phone buzzes for the millionth time. And as I had done the other times, I reject the call without bothering to confirm the name plastered over the screen and focus on now, on my woman. My Angel.I sit back and watch her for m
AlexanderAt this moment, the contract and the rules of this arrangement is the last thing on my mind. I am angry, infuriated, irritated, but mostly at myself.I loathe myself for feeling something so deep for Evangeline that when the private investigator informed me of her whereabouts this afternoon, when I saw her come down from that fancy car, jealousy sank its claws into me.All I see is red.Especially as her hand thunders a slap on my face. Evangeline slapped me for another man. That is the only thought I can conjure in this moment. Fuck me. Fuck her. Fuck everyone.Before I can stop myself, my hand bands around her wrist and I haul her with me as the elevator doors slide open. She stumbles, I don’t give her a chance to regain her footing. I drag her in, slamming the button to close the doors behind us. The metallic thud reverberates through my chest, matching the pulse roaring in my ears.I shove Evangeline against the cold elevator wall and brace my hands on either side of he