Killing Nolan Softly

Nolan. "Have the statistics department send every single detail right now." I hissed and cut the call, dropping my phone carelessly on the empty car seat.  A frown spread across my face as I recalled the incident with Evelyn.I wiped my lips subconsciously as I remembered kissing her.  I cringed at the warm feeling in my heart. I can't possibly like the kiss with Eve! I just did it to prove a point and that's it!  She's a daring and competitive woman who would go to any lengths to get what she wants. Our first meeting was at a charity event in Carnegie Hills and I found her so annoying.  I looked up as the car slowly came to a halt and the door by my side was opened by my Valet.  What's his name again? I acknowledged him with a quick nod, climbing down from the car, a white Aston Martin and I w

Nolan What a joke! That woman. That infuriating, arrogant woman thinks she can outrank me. Oh please...I would like to see her try! I went home with a bad taste in my mouth as I recalled the event that happened back at the restaurant. She may have won this round, but I will be ahead of the game next time. You just watch Evelyn Bennett! Things weren't always this bitter between us. I first met her at a charity auction hosted by my friend Frank Duncan Jr. He was one of the city's well-known artists at the time, and I was there to support him. Frank introduced me to Evelyn, thinking we were the perfect match. "This is Evelyn Bennett. She is the daughter of a great client of mine," Frank had said. I looked her up and down. She was tall, slender with long legs that went on forever. There was a spark in her big brown eyes that intrigued me. She

EVELYN Eric was just one of 'those guys.' Nothing about him stood out. I wouldn't say he was handsome, but he had a good body—and he knew it. He was my date and I felt like killing Jessica for matching me up with a guy who stared at me like he wanted to eat me up. For some reason, I kept looking at Nolan, who seemed to be having a lot of fun with Jessica. They just couldn't keep their damn hands to themselves. Why didn't Jessica tell me she was on a date with Nolan? Jeez! This was annoying. The most annoying part was how Nolan acted when he saw me. He literally just walked past me. One would think we had never met. "You know, you have very pretty legs," Eric said, smiling widely at me. "I know," I responded nonchalantly. "You seem stiff. Let me buy a drink." He offered, drawing closer to me. I seem stiff? What does that even mean?

Evelyn.  There was an awkward silence in the car as Nolan drove me home. I tap my fingers on the chair in impatience, I couldn't wait to reach home and be about a thousand metres away from Nolan.  The jerk made me so agitated and angry earlier. When he lied about us having sex, I felt so devastated and my world felt like it had come to an end.  I was super relieved when he confessed it was a lie. Such an ass.  On the other hand, I was happy that he didn't do anything in my vulnerable state. He didn't take advantage of me, despite the silly acts I put up in my drunken state. I didn't expect to be safe in his hands.  Thank goodness he was a disciplined man.  I looked sideways to steal a glance at him and he also happened to face me at the same time. Our eyes met and Nolan's lips curled up into a cocky smile.  

EVELYN I walked away with the painting feeling triumphant. It always felt great when I won something against Nolan Walters. That cocky bastard can kiss my beautiful ass. I looked at the painting and scoffed. What did he mean this painting would remind me of him? Just because he wanted his grubby hands all over it? God, he is so damn self-centered.  I put the painting down and headed to my car. My parents were expecting me for lunch, and I didn't want to be late. I still couldn't believe my father when he said Nolan and I were childhood friends. That's impossible. I must've been an idiot to associate with the likes of him. "Evelyn, darling! I am glad you could make it. I made your favorite, Meatloaf," mom gushed as soon as I walked in. "Mom, for the last time. It's Alisha's favorite meal. Not mine," I said irritably. Mom always put Alisha first because sh