~Cali~
I see nothing wrong with having an adoptive family. In fact, I am grateful for Olivia and her late husband Dr. Jacob for taking Evan in. If not for them, I don’t think our paths will ever cross.
“W-why did it look as if you don’t even recognize each other? Why is this not public knowledge? I swear I looked you up online, every detail about you. And he’s a Rogers...” I croaked, slumping myself on the stool, feeling my knees buckling. It’s more than that. It’s the wrong question, but do we need formalities? Evan knows what I meant. “You’re a Carter.”
He remained frozen where he stood, that fury trying to resurface from his eyes, fighting to be let out.
I hate seeing this side of him. Ever since I met him as
~Cali~ Through the drive back to Evan’s place, confusing thoughts filled my mind. It was never a question of ‘should’ I tell him or not, but ‘when’. With everything that has happened in the last couple of weeks, this will only add up to the stress that’s building around him. The accident at the Brooklyn site resulted in doubts within and outside the company, this is what I heard from one of our directors. Gossips are going around that Magnus Construction couldn’t handle such a huge project. This bad publicity is already pushing a few clients to pull out their contracts. I caught Evan’s silhouette in the kitchen as I stepped inside the cabin. He’s sitting in the dark, one thing he does when he’s in deep thoughts. I guess talking about tonight is unavoidable. From the stiff form of his shoulder, he knows what happe
~Cali~Evan groaned, hands running through his hair, mumbling something under his breath. When he didn’t speak, I stood up from the couch, calloused fingers clutched my wrist.I looked down, seeing his pleading eyes. “Can’t you trust me?”Here we go again.“Evan, you know I do,” I exhaled, slumping beside him. “But you have to tell me things. This is how everything flew sideways in Barbados. I will not run away and ask questions later, but you have to explain why you and Nate hate each other this much.” I clasped his hands, rubbing my thumb over his bruises. “And this, how did you get this? It’s too early for brawls and your wrist is still healing.”While I am
~Cali~ Evan’s cabin sits in a two hectare property, hidden by profuse verdure from the busy City of New York. It can transport any onlooker from a city to a peaceful paradise, simply Evan’s taste. I’ve still to explore what hides in the forest behind the cabin. I took a mental note to ask Evan for a tour one of these days. In the absence of daylight, the bright silver crescent moon lit up the dusky sky with stars lustrous like gems, giving twilight a new vision. It’s still early for slumber. I came back at nine in the evening only to find no one in the cabin. Disappointment morphed my anxious mind. I was hoping to have the answer when I get back. Since we had that talk this morning, no message or call came from him. Time is what he needed, and I willed myself not to push him too much. I could only associate the f
~Cali~ Sliding out of the car, Evan’s powerful arms hauled me out of the driver’s side as if I weighed like a sack of feathers. From another person’s vantage point, his wrist might look healed and well. Too bad, I know he took with him the bottle of pain relievers that are prescribed for the entire week. “Hey.” I patted his back when he allowed my heels to touch the ground once more. “How are-” His lips swallowed my worried question, turning my words to moans as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, exploring, probing. My response is never a question for me, it’s always instant when it comes to his touch, his kisses. My fingers grasped his neck, raking his hair like we haven’t seen each other in months. “I miss you,” I let
~Evan~ The fresh wisp of Sicilian air sent my skin shivering at one in the morning. With a heavy sigh, I hammered on the heavy wooden door of this creepy palace. “I told you I’ll come to New York,” Klaus greeted us with his warmest growl. If there was any other choice, I would never ask this dimwit for help, much less take a trip to visit this Italian Mafia haunted palace. He’d have me groveling on his feet over a box of pizza. And for a favor of this magnitude, hell only knows what kind of torture I’ll be in for. Since the accident, I swallowed my pride and asked him to look into Nathan’s case. He can dig into someone’s dirt and find out their deep darkest secret. Klaus’s arms bent on his chest at seeing Devin behind me
~Cali~ As the meeting commenced, my phone lit up, grabbing my gaze from Chase - the finance manager - presenting the third-quarter budget allocation for Reed Shipping. A message from Evan popped up, instantly stretching my lips to a grin. From Evan - I love you, Princess. I know he meant what he said. The muscles of my heart stopped beating when he said the magical L-word. Even now, seeing his message is turning my insides all over the place. It’s as if my organs want to explode from happiness. I just want my response to be a bit romantic, probably over dinner, candlelight, that’s why I haven’t said it back yet. The timing is off, but who the hell cares? We are finally getti
~Cali~ Seeing those files left a foul taste in my mouth. I hope I hadn’t taken that Tylenol Rylee gave me. I prefer migraines more than this unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. The place is as good as empty, calming, and inviting. However majestically incorporated the natural elements in creating a rustic, yet warm ambiance, I still despise being here. Michael Bublé and Kelly Rowland’s beautiful euphony of How Deep is Your Love filled the thick air around me. How Ironic is it that I’m walking towards the man who’s testing how deep my love is for Evan? I love him so fucking much, more than I’m willing to admit to myself, and this is me acting on that love. On the end of the vast sea of vacant tables, in a s
~Cali~ It’s a wonder how I arrived at Evan’s place without stumbling upon an accident. I should’ve taken a cab or had Felix drive me, but it’s a risk I’m not willing to take. “Hey.” Evan pulled me for a hug as soon as I parked my car. Worry clouds his beautiful face. “Tell me what happened? Is everything okay?” His hands, on instinct, wounded around my waist, supporting me as I perched on shaky legs. I nodded, needing to have him. I stood on the tip of my toes, hands glided on his arms up to the back of his neck. “Kiss me,” I demanded, and as always, he complied with a beam on his lips. Evan bent a little, accommodating our height difference, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. Each caress, each stroke of his lips against mine is heaven. A safe place where I don’t ha