EVELYN AWOKE the next day to find the bed empty and Jason had disappeared. It had been quite chaotic last night deciding on who will take the bed and who will take the coach. After minutes of controversy, they had both agreed to sleep at the far ends of the king-size bed. Evelyn had added more spice to it by building a barricade of pillows cutting off his own half from hers. The barricade of pillows which were scattered all over the bed. Evelyn grabbed her phone from the bedside table and slide it into her pocket as she pulled herself up. She came to a halt at midway. For some unexplainable reasons, she felt a sudden pang of starvation hit her. Hard. She groaned, gripping her stomach, and made a beeline for the kitchen to make herself a quick breakfast. On getting there, she found Diane sitting cross-legged in all her loftiness, leafing through a fashion magazine as Flora, Jason's cook, made her a platter of what seemed like a Greek salad. WASN'T SHE THE ONE S

EVELYN MOANED stroking her throbbing temple. She had quite anticipated that reaction from her. "Jorge?!" Doris repeated her disbelief patent. "You're meeting with that prev? Are you kidding me?!" "Can you not yell?" Evelyn winced. "My head is throbbing." Doris took a deep breath and collected herself. "Sorry... but I'm struggling to figure out why you would meet up with that scumbag after what he did to you?" "From the way you sound someone would think he attempted to murder me," Evelyn murmured. "It's not like he inflicted any physical harm on me." Doris grimaced at that. "Oh? You're waiting for him to inflict physical harm on you before you avoid him? Since when are you in The Jorge's fan club." "I didn't say I was a fan, but the man's a brilliant PI and I really needed urgent info on Brad, okay? There wasn't anyone who could get it that fast." There was an extensive stillness as Doris scrutinize her friend squarely. "Just for the record, I'm totally aga

IN THE early hours of the following morning, Evelyn slid off the deserted bed. She felt better but a little sour and weak. Naturally, her slender feet carried her to the kitchen. She'd literally eaten nothing throughout the previous day, besides the occasional sips of lemonades and energetic drinks. The smell of bacon and scrambled eggs filled her nostrils as she got to the kitchen's doorway. They were her favorite and on a normal occasion, her appetite and palate would jump for joy at such aromatic deliciousness, but for some bizarre reasons, she felt disgusted looking at the meal. Evelyn wrinkled her nose and shifted her gaze to Jason and Diane. She noticed the awkward tension between them and the sense that the air temperature had slipped several degrees towards arctic. What is wrong with the both of them? "Good morning," Evelyn said as she emerged into the kitchen. When Jason's eyes met hers, there was some emotion in them she couldn't identify. Her heart

EVELYN LOOKED up into the branches of the trees that lined the streets and focused on the pitch of the birdsong rather than the incessant voice of uncertainty that laced her mind. The house numbers at Rowan streets were mostly hidden behind elaborated railings but as Evelyn's gaze browsed the houses she spotted a luminous gold and white hand-painted sign attached to a stone gate pillar. ‘Rodriguez House’ That was definitely it! Evelyn inhaled sharply and turned towards the narrow terraced house. It didn't quite look different from the others from the outside. Two stories. Oxblood red brick with tall sash windows and stone window edges. In two strides she pushed open the black wrought metal gate and crunched her way up a brick and gravel path to a covered porch. The front door was painted in the same creamy white as the window frames and a pair of trees in bright painted pots delivered a splash of welcome green against the dark wood. Evelyn could hear the rhythm of

THE SHRILL of the alarm at 7:30 am irritated Evelyn as she struggled to switch it off. It had been barely four o'clock that morning when she'd managed to doze off. Her head throbbed from exhaustion but her constant feeling of nausea seemed to be mild today, though she was pretty sure the détente was only temporary. She groaned as she pulled herself out of the bed, shuffling toward the bathroom. In the shower, Evelyn mentally tried to sort out her to-do list as hot water pelted down over her during her solitary shower. Today was going to be another hectic day for her like every other day in her life recently and she was already tired out thinking about it. Though she intended to look on the bright side today and as terrible as it seemed, she was looking forward to getting whatsoever her sister had stocked up at her safe, more than she was to meet her new employees. She smiled as she swiped soapy hands over her lush, creamy breasts. She paused when she registered that the