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"Now what?" He'd held her as she cried, assured her there was no one else then her stomach decided it wanted food so they were sitting in her small dining room while she moved the salad she'd ordered for herself around the plate. "You should eat, Eva, and don't tell me you're not hungry" she was glad to see he was back to his bossy self. He hadn't changed one bit. He was still handsome and fit and so breathtakingly gorgeous while she'd let herself go. She didn't care what she wore, indulged too much in unhealthy food and it showed. She grabbed a salad once in a while and went worked out when she felt like it. But she was happy. After living under so much pressure, she liked not caring about her public image or what people would say. Until she saw Mason. Now all the doubts were creeping in. What if he didn't like this version of her? She'd worked on getting it back. Had been forced to peel away the so many layers she'd stacked on top of each other in order to get to that one. If he did
"A spanking?" Why did her voice sound so small? It was supposed to be sexy and seductive. It had taken her a long time to settle on that particular piece of lingerie. The lace garter covered half of her stomach which was supposed to hide her belly and make her feel confident but instead, she felt ready to bolt. Mason's eyes were on her, his gaze dark and burning. In the past, it used to make her feel empowered. Beautiful. Strong. But now, she wanted nothing more than to pull the blinds of the tall windows, so she could hide behind the dark. The sky outside was grey, lights already shining in the city below them. Eva moved towards him. Telling herself that if he loved her, he would have to accept her imperfections. She was done trying to be perfect. When she stopped beside him, he hooked a finger on the strap behind her thigh and gruffly commanded "Turn around" she obeyed, turning her back to him "Fuck Eva, your ass looks even better than I remember" she startled when his teeth sunk i
"Hey" she whispered through the crack in the door. "Let's go" "Where?" "Hurry up before..." Mason trailed off when he spotted someone else standing behind her. "Before what? Also, this is her sister. Eva is busy. She's not going anywhere with you" "I can't sleep without her, mom," he said ignoring a grinning Rosslyn. Sometimes he forgot Eva had a carbon copy of herself. Aside from the hair, he couldn't tell them apart. But he was confident that with time, he would be able to find that one difference between them without relying on their physical looks. "He sounds like when he was five insisting he couldn't sleep without his stuffed animal. Would you like me to put you to bed Mace?" "No, I want my wife. Stop hiding her from me" two days. He hadn't seen her for two days and he was getting antsy. It wasn't as if it was their first time getting married or sleeping in the same bed. Why were they preventing him from seeing her? "You'll get to see her tomorrow after the wedding
"If that call has lasted more than five seconds, consider yourself..." "What? Fired?" Eva retorted, reminding him of the first time he'd met her. She'd changed but at the same time, she was still the same person who had changed her clothes in his office while he watched. Back then, he'd known he would never forget her. "In trouble. Who are you talking to?" She took the phone off her ear and pressed a button. A woman's voice came through "... decide which cover you want. I've emailed you the samples" "Yes, Miranda. Thank you for calling. Please email her the rest of the conversation, she'll get back to you when she isn't busy" Mason cut the call. "I still had a few questions to ask" "You were supposed to join me in the shower ten minutes ago" he said his hands busy unbuttoning the summer dress then pushing it off her shoulders. She only wore panties underneath which he also slid down her legs. On his way up, he palmed the little bump. Soon she was going to start showing. He
"If that call has lasted more than five seconds, consider yourself fired!" Someone bellowed. Judging by how loud the person had been and the fact that she was on the phone, there was no doubt the person was talking to her. "Something just came up. I'll call you later" Eva said hanging up then spun around and came face to face with the hottest man she'd ever seen in her entire life. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration because she'd dated hot men all her life but this one had to be on top of the list. She couldn't think of anyone who might surpass him. Most of them were models or actors or famous people. In her opinion, if you didn't have a crowd to please then you wouldn't even bother changing out of your pajamas or visiting the gym. The reason she preferred stars. The more famous they were the better. "Excuse me?" "Are you deaf?" the guy snapped sounding irritated. "Are you talking to me?" She asked feigning ignorance."Do you see anyone else around?" "Uh, yeah. All the
Mason sat at his desk wondering what his problem was. He didn't want anything to do with that crazy woman but his hands were itching to grab the remote and turn on the TV so he could watch her interview. Never in his thirty two years had he met someone so brazen. She said and did things without a second thought. He'd asked the woman he first thought was Miss Becker why they had swapped clothes and the answer he'd gotten had surprised him. Apparently the real Miss Becker had found them talking about not having anything to wear to a date and she'd offered her dress. Who in this day and age did that? The rich and famous people he knew didn't behave that way. They donated money to various charities. They didn't swap dresses. Especially expensive, designer ones. As if that wasn't enough, she'd offered that girl a job in case he fired her. Which was the only reason he hadn't fired her. Because he didn't want to give in to that demented woman. In the last twenty four hours he'd do
"Lincoln, thank God you're here. Let's go out" He sighed, knowing very well what Eva was up to "Why? I came here to have lunch with you. You promised to cook for me. That's why I came over Eva not to accompany you to one of your crazy stalking schemes" "Stop whining. We can have lunch outside too. I know of a great place that has amazing food and great service" "You hate eating out unless it's necessary or you're stalking someone" he sighed again "Who is it this time?" "You know me so well Linc. Let's go, I'll tell you on the way" "Eva" he whined, following her. She had been looking for an excuse to go out and God had sent her an angel from heaven. Lincoln would always be her guardian angel even though he whined too much and always fell into her traps. When her parents died, Eva had thought it was the end of the world. Her sister Rosslyn had done everything she could to cheer her up but it was hard, especially when social services threatened to separate them. Theirs was a common
She followed him all the way to England. Mason couldn't believe his eyes when he spotted Eva sitting at one of the tables with some guy and pretending to not see him. He knew she was crazy but this was just too much. When she'd first shown up at the restaurant, he'd thought it was cute how she pretended to be surprised. He knew she had asked his secretary of his whereabouts because he was the one who'd given Mary permission to tell her where he was. It would be absurd to admit that he wanted to see her too so he settled on playing the game with her. He would let her think that she was winning then snatch away her victory just as she was at the finish line. Acting like he hadn't needed her help was hard. Mr. Philips was playing hard to get, knowing that he had the upper hand over him. But the second he saw Eva, things changed. Adler got the upper hand just by knowing that crazy woman. He was grateful that she'd helped him but since he had to keep his act up, he pretended to be angry.