Chapter 7

• In the evening, Evan was usually slow at getting ready. Thankfully, we didn't match our outfits this time. I slipped into a long flowery dress, while he went with his denim, which made him look devilishly hot. However, knowing that I looked just as good, I didn't even spare him a comment. On the other hand, he kept complimenting me on how lovely I looked, often mentioning, "Wife material."
• Arriving at William's apartment, they seemed pleased to have us over. Ava even mentioned she thought we wouldn't show up due to Evan's tendency not to show up for things. Evan, in his usual style, explained it away with, "Excuse my celebrity life."
• Dinner was already served, so we headed straight for the food. I was starving and didn't hesitate to express it, as I wasn't one to shy away from enjoying a good meal. Of course, this time, I served myself, despite Evan insisting on feeding me first, which I refused.
• After dinner, we were still seated in our dining chairs, the atmosphere was alive with conversation. William and Evan delved into discussions about WWE matches, the intensity of the rivalry, and who had the potential to become the next champion.
• Meanwhile, Ava and I were drawn into our own little world, talking about life, career, and the new journey that seemed to unfold in front of me.
• Ava chuckled, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "You know, Amy, the way things are going, you're going to be all over the news. The media loves a good story."
• I smiled, feeling both excited and a touch apprehensive, "Well, I hope it's for the right reasons, not some scandal or anything."
• Ava playfully nudged me, "You never know in this industry. But with Evan by your side, I'm sure you'll handle it just fine."
• As dinner came to a close, Ava kindly asked me to help her clear the dishes, a gesture I appreciated. However, Evan's reaction was swift and protective.
• Evan, with genuine concern, insisted, "No, Amy shouldn't be doing that. It's her first few days at the new job, and I don't want her to be exhausted."
• I protested, "Evan, I'll be okay, really."
• Touched by his concern yet wanting to prove my independence, I followed Ava into the kitchen. As we worked side by side, she couldn't help but comment on Evan's protectiveness.
• Ava, with a smile, remarked, "Evan is really protective of you, isn't he? I've never seen him like this, not even with Sophia."
• My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Sophia? Who's Sophia?"
• Ava paused briefly, her eyes filled with a knowing look. "Oh, I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have mentioned that. It's not my place to share."
• Intrigued by the mystery, I pressed further, "Come on, you can't just drop a name like that and not tell me more. Sophia is important to Evan, right?"
• Ava hesitated, choosing her words carefully, "Well, yes, she was. They were close in the past. But that's all I can say."
• Thoughts swirled in my mind as I pondered the significance of Sophia and what might have happened between her and Evan. Ava's enigmatic response left me with more questions than answers, but I respected her boundaries.
• I nodded, acknowledging the sensitivity of the topic. "I see... You're right, it's not my business."
• Ava smiled warmly, "Thanks for understanding, Amy. Evan's a great guy, and I'm sure he has his reasons."
• As we continued to wash the dishes and share stories, I couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious Sophia and Evan's protective nature. It was another glimpse into Evan's complex life, one that had become intertwined with my own in such a short time.
• "Come again," Ava said, hugging me before Evan took me away from her arms. "You'll break my girl," he said, trying to sound like a joke, but we all knew it wasn't.
• "It is good you came; I wasn't really expecting you," Ava tried to ease the tension to which he just nodded. William, seeing Ava getting irritated, attempted to break the ice by taking Ava into his arms, and I waved, "The food was nice. Thanks for inviting us," I said before Evan's bodyguards led us away.
• "Why did you have to be rude like that?" I questioned, but he just led me to the car.
• "What? So you're not talking?" I said again, but he just ignored me, leading me to the car. Luckily, William's apartment was private, so no journalists saw us. His grip on my hand was a bit looser now as he opened the passenger's door for me. I scanned my surroundings; his bodyguards were already positioned and ready to enter their cars. An old woman with a small girl, who I assumed was her granddaughter, was entering the building. As he opened the door, I got loose and tried to run, which went unnoticed by his guards as they tried to come after me. I threatened, "If you come close, I'll scream," making Evan raise his hands, stopping them.
• "Don't worry, boss, it won't be published anywhere; we have security..." one of the guards tried to explain that even if they caused a scene, it wouldn't go on social media, except for the few people who saw it, and who could probably keep the secret.
• "It's not about that. She's going to work tomorrow; I don't want her voice to be scratchy," Evan cut the guard short, and they stopped immediately.
• "Babe, please, calm down. I'm sorry, okay," he said, turning to me.
• "I'm calm," I responded, still keeping a good distance from him and his guards but remaining calm.
• "Baby, get in the car; it's cold, and you have a meeting tomorrow," he said. I shook my head, indicating a firm no.
• "Babe, you'll catch a cold," he tried again and took steps closer. I took steps backward.
• "Okay, you're really pissing me off, Amy. Can you just..." he took steps closer, inching toward me. It was up to me to stop his behavior now; I didn't care about his guards; they could shoot me to death and cook up a story for the media that even Evan would buy. I didn't want him to treat me like his property. And as he came an inch from me, I raised my hand and shouted, "No! Stop!" He stopped, looking shocked at my courage.
• "Uh... babe... I..." he tried to explain.
• "I said stop. This is what's going to happen: you and your maniacs will drive me to my apartment," I ordered with confidence.
• "Ava is bi... she's a lesbian, I just thought..." he tried to explain.
• "How does that even matter? I'm not your girlfriend..."
• "Well, to the public, you are. I don't want any confusion," he explained, and I understood. I nodded, realizing that he wanted to avoid any unwanted publicity.
• "Please, let's just go back to my apartment. You can leave tomorrow, please!" he pleaded.
• "Kneel down!" I joked. "Like now, I..."
• He kneeled, playing along. "Oh, get up; I'm joking... alright, let's go. I'm tired," I said, walking past him to the car, with his bodyguard already opening the door for me. I settled in, checking my appearance in the mirror as I adjusted my hair.
• "You're unbelievable," he commented, entering the car. "Aha," I nodded, not looking his way, not that I was shy or anything, but I was fixing my hair.
• "I must hire more guards when we get married," he joked, or maybe he was serious, as he tried to adjust my seatbelt.
• "No! I mean, I don't want the seatbelt on; I feel tight in my chest," I said.
• "But we might meet traffic officers..."
• "I don't care; you'll get them a good excuse, you can do that, right?" I teasingly said, and he smirked. "You're difficult, but I like that," he said, then seeing I was ready, he started the engine. "Speaking of guards, you really think they're maniacs?" He asked as he stared at the rearview mirror, spotting his guards' car behind us.
• "I'm sure marriage wasn't in the contract, was it?" I asked, changing the topic.