“Are you sure we shouldn't have a big wedding, love?” Noah asked, his finger scratching his forehead nervously. “This is out of my league honestly.”Eve rolled her eyes, her hands clenching the pen in between her fingers. They both sat side by side in the civil affairs bureau, both staring at the papers between them nervously. “I don't want to.”“Your hands are shaky.”Her eyes fell on her fingers. They were trembling hard under his watch, the ministers staring at them in confusion. Eve didn't know why she was nervous after all, it wasn't her first marriage. But the thought of getting married to the same man who caused her pain years ago caused the bad memories to flood her dangerously clearly. She could envision his cold attitude towards her, his family’s maltreatment, and Melissa’s involvement. If there was anything she desperately never wanted to experience in her entire life again was the hellhole of a marriage she had with Noah. But she was already here and there was no turnin
“Ughh, how drunk are you?” Noah groaned as he helped the drunk lady up the stairs to the room meant for the both of them, her hands pulling on his toe. “You looooot so hansommee.” Eve’s loud incoherent words reverberated in the hallway, the hands on his tie tightening as he held her waist. Finally getting to the room, he pushed the door open with his leg and helped her to the bed, dumping her on it like a piece of paper. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Goodness, Eve. You’ll be the death of me. They were just going to have a meal and perhaps a bottle of beer but as always she proved her stubbornness by ordering more than three bottles of beer, showing them before he could stop her, and before they knew it, she was drunk to stupor. The hassle of getting her to the car wasn’t easy. Eve’s eyes opened a bit, staring at her surroundings, her mouth wide open in surprise. “I’m drunkkk, this can’t be riel.”“What?”“This is really our room?” Slowly, she stood up from the bed, her body swayin
Staying in his embrace for a while, they finally broke away, their eyes gazing at each other searching for affirmation. Noah’s hands rode up to her face, wiping her tears and kissing each part of her face where his thumb caressed. His eyes fell on her lips. Just as he was about to pull away, Eve’s hands clutched his collar tightly, holding him in place. Her head cocked to the side as her lips fell on his. Their lips locked, engaging in a fierce kiss, their hands weaving through each other’s hair. No words were being said as Eve’s hands slid down to his neck and then his shirt, loosening his buttons, some flying in different directions in the room. Getting rid of his shirt, she broke away from the kiss, her lips immediately lunging on his neck, sucking hard and fast while her hands roamed around his broad chest. He let her touch him to her satisfaction, kissing him on his neck down to his chest. Until he remembered she was not in her right state. “Eve, you can’t do this. You’re no
“Why do you want to meet up?” Noah asked the woman beside him. They were seated in a bar, a glass of vodka before them. “I’m asking you, Melissa.”She shifted in her chair, her short skirt riding up her thighs. She was dressed in an overly short skirt and blouse that did little or nothing to cover up her parts. “Brother Noah.”“It’s a question, if you wanted to meet up properly, you should have invited me to a restaurant or anywhere else than a fucking bar.” He’d been busy working when he received a call from Melissa. She pleaded with him for a meeting and even went as far as to threaten to jump off the bridge if he didn’t show up. “I wanted to talk.”“About?”“Do you really hate me now, Brother Noah? I didn’t do all of those on purpose.”He sighed, determined not to fall for her pouty looks and innocent eyes. If it were before when he still saw her as a little sister, he would have fallen for those looks and given her whatever it was that she asked. But not anymore. She was a total
“Not again,” Eve groaned as she stared at her watch for the thousandth time in annoyance. Four hours, four good hours she’d spent waiting for him and is still waiting. He’d promised or show up for their Friday night dinner but as always, he ended up disappointing her again. Staring at herself in the mirror, she sighed. To think that she’s spent hours filling herself up for him and putting on one of her favorite dresses only for him not to show up. Anger was an understatement for what she was feeling. Her eyes fell on her watch again. Ten pm, it read. Angrily, she took a face wipe and quickly wiped her makeup off, blinking back the tears that threatened to flow at the thought of Noah’s disappointment. By eleven pm, she was lying on the bed in her nightdress, her eyes staring at the ceiling. She’d tried calling him just to know if he was alright but his phone was switched off. Uneasiness filled her thoughts. Picking her phone from the bedside table, she dialled a number. “Hello?” The
The reporters broke into the room, their cameras clicking, the light from their cameras annoying Melissa. Her head whipped to Eve. “Did you call them here?” Panicking, she asked. “And if I did? I told you, Melissa, you won't be able to get out of this. Let's see how you do it.”Melissa’s eyes widened as she stared at the reporters. “Melissa, are you having an affair with Mr Hank?”“Tell us, Miss. Did you seduce him?”She screamed loudly, her hands covering her ears from the no ice. “How dare you speak about me like that. I'm the victim here.” All of a sudden, her facial expression changed, hse scrunched up her face and before anyone knew it, a few droplets of tears streamed down her cheek. “I’m the one who got drugged and carried to this room by Noah.” She sniffled, crying her eyes out. “I…I feel so dirty. Why does it have to be me?”Everyone’s eyes darted to Noah who slowly stopped up from the bed, in just his trousers. He made his way toward Eve in confusion, his eyes searching h
“Melissa, Lisa.”“Melissa.”Melissa hid under the table in her room as her father’s call rang throughout the mansion. Burying her head on her knees, she shook in fear. How did things turn out another way than she planned? She’s planned to make Eve leave Noah again but all her plans crumble in front of her. And now, every news channel carries her news. They were saying that she drugged Mr Hank and tried to sleep with him. They all hated her and applauded Eve for being a hero wife who exposed her plans. She was done for, a public figure like her. “Oh God, why did you let this happen to me?” She cried silently. Never for once had she thought that her plans would flop and it was all because of the two-faced Eve, it was all her fault for not making her plans work, her fault for making everyone hate on her. The yells from the living room continued. Good lord, her father was going to kill her for real this time. She was done for. He’d never raised his voice at her this way and it seemed t
“Where did Noah go?” Genevieve pondered, pacing around the living room as she bit her newly painted nails nervously. “No no, Eve. Calm down and stop overthinking. He said he’ll be back. He just went to get something. Stop.”It was 6 pm already and Noah was nowhere to be found. He left two hours ago when they were dressing up. Well, it is their anniversary today and she had suggested that they have dinner outside, and to her surprise, he didn’t refuse and just nodded. How happy was she about that? One hundred percent happy. “Maybe it’s an emergency or something. B..but what if he does not come?” She sighed feeling so uneasy. Will all the make-up and jewelry that she wore for him go to waste? Plus she was looking gorgeous as ever in Noah’s favorite colors. A black knee-length gown that has a short slit on the corners revealing her white thighs and a white heel and bag that perfectly matched her dress.Only God knows how much she has been anticipating this day.Eve stopped pacing aroun