Chapter 4 : Who Made It?

• Okay, this was getting weird. Did that bimbo drug him, maybe? She took a seat on the other side of his desk.
• “It’s really good. Who made it?” he asked as if trying to make light conversation. She loved this, but could tomorrow just reach already? This felt like a dream.
• “I got bored when I got to the house, and there was nothing to do, so I baked the cake.” He nodded his head, then continued eating. She noticed he was eating around the ice cream, and that was downright weird.
• “Do you have something against ice cream?” Evonne asked him, going straight for the bull’s eye, feeling insulted on behalf of the ice cream
• “Hmm?” His eyes were getting droopy as he put in another mouthful.
• “You don’t have to finish it all. You can eat the rest later,” she took the cake from him and secretly put in a couple of mouthfuls, then went back to him, struggling to chew and not get a brain freeze. She went over to his desk, arranged everything neatly, and left them there so he would find them tomorrow when he left for work.
• “I’m going to help you to your room now, okay?” She informed him softly as she went around to his desk to help him up. He must have been really tipsy then because he didn’t respond.
• She went over to his chair, pushed it away from his desk then draped his hand over her shoulder. “Okay now, stand,” it didn’t help that she was also a bit tipsy as she struggled to get him to stand up. “Come on, Seth, help me,” she whined as she struggled to no avail to get him to stand. Evonne decided to shake him a bit if he didn’t stand; she’d splash water on his face. He still didn’t wake up.
• “Seth, Desmond is here!” as if on autopilot, he immediately stood and opened his eyes up a bit. She took the chance and immediately moved with him forcing him to walk though she was carrying most of his weight. He was so fucking heavy!
• After a lot of struggling and cursing on her part, they finally got to his room, and she dumped him unceremoniously on his bed. She let out a relieved sigh as she stretched her arms and back.
• “You better remember all this in the morning and treat me better!” She scolded his sleeping form as she struggled to remove his shoes, tie, shirt, and trousers. His body was so defined. She could see the outline of his abs through his vest, she was inwardly drooling as her eyes casually trailed lower to the very, very decent bulge he had going on in his boxers.
• The urge for him to take her was so strong.
• All she wanted to do was ride him, but she knew she’d be filled with nothing but regret in the morning. Would she really, though? She’d be sexually sated and out before he awoke. But she read somewhere that if one sobers up faster after sex, he’d probably throw her out or never want to see her again.
• At this point, she was really just arguing with herself. She closed her eyes, swallowed her need, covered him, and left. She was too tired to go back to the series. She slowly went down, turned off everything, grabbed her phone, and ran back to the room.
• Just as she was about to throw herself into her comfy sheets, she remembered she hadn’t washed her face. She groaned out loud as she dragged herself to the bathroom.
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• The distant sound of her alarm awoke her as she threw her hand around everywhere, trying to turn it off. Finally, after a solid minute of looking for it in vain, she groaned loudly into her pillow and forced herself to get up. Evonne sat up slowly on the edge of her bed, trying to figure out what had woken her up this early. Then it hit her, and today was the day she dreaded. Today was when she was finally going to get a job at her husband’s company. Did his employees even know he was married? She guessed she’d find that out later at the HR department.
• She went to the bathroom and started her daily morning routine as she tried to figure out what exactly she would wear to an interview where she would demand a job and invoke some meaningless threats if necessary. Things she does just to get her dad off back with his lectures. He’d be speechless when he decides to call again and finds out she’s the perfect wife. Evonne decided some time back, since everything she loved was snatched heartlessly away from her, she just went by her parents’ bidding and proved to them that she was so much better than their pathetic image of her. Some people would say that she was pathetic, but she still cared about her family too much to just abandon them. So to most, it might look like she was scrapping for her dad’s acknowledgment. And now that she was thinking about it, maybe that’s what she was doing. Evonne didn’t know, and she didn’t want to think about this topic any further.
• With swift precision, she wrapped up her ablutions and made her way to her wardrobe. A glimmer of an idea had taken root in her mind, and she sought to craft an outfit that would project both gravitas and elegance. It was a delicate balancing act; she needed to look imposing enough to be taken seriously but not so much so as to be intimidating. On second thought, perhaps that was exactly what she needed to secure a higher-up position. She would have to give it further consideration. Hmm...
• With deliberate movements, Evonne perused her attire, finally settling on her choice. She donned a crisp white halter top and sleek black skinny pants, a look both professional and alluring. She took stock of her appearance in the mirror and realized that something was missing. After a moment’s contemplation, she spotted her peach blazer, a piece she had never thought to wear before her mother had coerced her into purchasing it. She slipped it on, pleased with how it elevated her ensemble. A glance at the clock told her that time was slipping away, she had promised herself a leisurely breakfast before setting out on her mission. In haste, she chose a pair of nude-colored five-inch heels and reached for her trusty black Michael Kors leather tote.