“You aren’t my father’s mistress, too right? that’s why he let you in?” “Prrrkkk! WHAT THE HELL EVE?!” Shia stood up, eyes were almost popping out of her eye sockets with what she just heard. Of course, she’s a flirt but she won’t ever flirt with an old man! especially, Eve’s father. Although Shia’s face had paled so much from what she just said, Eve just crossed her legs as if she said nothing wrong and looked at her. “I am just stating a possibility. My dad would never let a stranger into his house for no reason. And if you’re his mistress, it will be no surprise since you are beautiful and a real catch. I would even love to live with you rather than his mistress, Livia.” In disbelief, Shia was left speechless. She sat on her chair, gobbling up all the wine left from her glass, and gawked at Eve with wide eyes. She
Like… Why was he here? How did he know about Theo? Why was he out when he was supposed to be in prison? Why… would he suddenly show up in a renowned party such as this when he’s just some hot hunk who might not be able to afford it? Wait. In the first place, Lucas Levin wasn’t some ordinary man to begin with. But if he wasn’t an ordinary man, then who exactly was he? Turning around, what Eve saw first was a well-dressed man’s body in an expensive black tux that proudly revealed his broad chest and square shoulders. Then slowly, with quivering eyes, she looked up at him.
Eve dropped her hand holding the phone to her side. Breathing deeply several times to calm herself, she decided to go out of the bathroom now. however, as she unlocked the door and pulled it open, her eyes widened in surprise by who she saw. Her lips tremble again as she stared at those pair of raven-black eyes. “L-Lucas…” Did he hear it? Did he already know she was leaving him? that she’s betraying him? That she’s planning to take their child away from him? Her heart pounded so hard that all she couldEve dropped her hand holding the phone to her side. Breathing deeply several times to calm herself, she decided to go out of the bathroom now. however, as she unlocked the door and pulled it open, her eyes widened in surprise by who she saw. Her lips tremble again as she stared at those pair of raven-black eyes. “L-Lucas…” Did he hear it? Did he already know she was leaving him? that she’s betraying him? That she’s planning to take their child aw
It was the most awaited part of the concert ballet dance. The theater was filled with numerous prestigious people of high class that made the dancers anxious behind the curtains. But not for Eve. Because she was one of them. And dancing in front of these people just to entertain them made her want to puke. If possible, she may even choose to dance exotic dances than do ballet. Yet, here she was, waiting for the cue where she, the pitiful Odette, shall come in. As she looked at herself in the mirror, behind her emerged her most hateful face in the entire world. Livia Rizzo. The second wife of her father. As usual, her fake eyebrows were cocking towards the sky, even as high as the ceiling of the theater. She was holding bottle of water which she nonchalantly placed on the table. “What are you doing here?” Eve snapped without turning to face her. This attitude wasn’t new to the older woman who just shrugged it off and pretended to be a kind loving moth
He was at the peak of his youthfulness. Lucas Levin was free and rebellious, and he could even take any woman he wanted to his bed. He was 25 and everything in his world was going according to what he wanted. No restraints. No pressure. No limits. He was completely free! “Yo! Lucas! You’re finally here!” From the club’s door, Simon welcomed him with fist bump then tapped his shoulder as he whispered something on his ear. “We’re banging every blonde’s ass tonight, so you gotta prepare yourself.” Such hiss made Lucas grinned slyly as he winked at his friend. “Worry about yourself instead Sim.” The two of them laughed at each other as they walked side by side to joined some friends of their who already had guarded their own chick, afraid that the two infamous hot men; Simon and Lucas would steal them. The music inside the halls were banging from every wall, making every soul high and upbeat. As Lucas strode through the wild crowd to get himself a b
“Simon.” Looking around the old telephone booth, Lucas confirmed that he indeed lost the police tagging him. on the streets, there was no one but him as the night reached 2 before dawn. “Lucas! Where are you?! Are you able to lose them?” his friend’s panicking voice were evident that made Lucas sneer. “It will be the police calling you if I was caught by them, isn’t it?” Though he made a point, his sarcasm made Simon on the other line frown. “I shouldn’t have answered your call if you were to be this naughty again, Mr. Lucas Levin.” “But you still did, Sim.” A familiar silence filled the air between them as Lucas made his mind up to ask that question. And Simon already knew what he wanted to ask. “Your father called.” Lucas didn’t reply. “I don’t know how he knew it but you know it really is impossible to hide this from him. especially when this is much bigger than the troubles you caused before. He said he wanted you come home. He wil
Eve stood in front of a door that seemed not to be the place Shia would go to. not to mention the narrow alleys Eve struggled to walked into, this place was just too dilapidated and filled with people that were too suspicious. Men that were in it don’t look like the ‘rich-handsome hot hunk’ Shia rushed to bragged about. And of course, she did have the honor to hook up with them. The place was not far from where her rented place was but the hundreds passage she went into made it looked like she just walked a mile just to reach it. “Have I gone to the wrong place?” she wondered but then, the enormous ‘PIACERE’ (pronounced as pya-siyere) was clearly written on bold letter with red lights on top of the door. She reached for her cellphone in her handbag, about to call Shia. But then, even before she could take it out, she heard a flirty sweet tone yelling far behind her. Though she wasn’t familiar with Shia’s voice, she was sure it was her. “Eve girly!” a
Shia left her in the pool of wildly dancing people. After they entered the door, the loud beat of electric yet sensual music overwhelmed Eve’s ears. This music was just too different from the classical pieces of her ballet music. Listening to this type of music felt like awakening something sleeping inside her body. it urged her to dance. To shake and sway her body like these people inside the bar. Yet, instead of doing so, she was there standing like a post or a frozen statue. She neither can move as she was intimidated by these wild people. Wild and free. An exact epitome of her dreams. “Get it together, Eve!” she scolded herself, gripping at the hem or her dress. “You need to do this to avoid that d*mned marriage. Plus, this is your dream, right? To dance wild and free without your father’s constraints?” For her, it’s better to raise a child alone than to get married with someone like her father who didn’t value his wife. Eve jumped on her feet wh