Assigned to You (Completed)

Chapter Twelve: Everett

Papa had been calling me relentlessly since I came back home from the weekend with them. He’d wanted me to come to the brothel almost every morning and at night, after I was done with work, he would ask me to meet Curtis and him at expensive restaurants or bars to meet the people we were doing business with.

In a span of a week, I have probably met a dozen of people my grandfather and uncle had business with in regards to the brothel. For a moment, I thought they were people doing human trafficking the girls but upon listening on the conversation, the girls that worked for them and for my grandfather were girls willing to spread their legs for a stranger.

It wasn’t the kind of work or business I wanted but I didn’t exactly have much choice on the matter.

By Friday, I was drained of everything.

“You look like hell,” Evangeline commented as she stepped into my unit and kissed me on the cheek. She sank down on the couch beside me and smiled at me.

It was Friday afternoon and for the first time since I came back home from the weekend I had at the brothel, I finally had the chance to relax. I actually wanted to take Evangeline on a date again but she seemed adamant on just staying at home and recuperating from the long week I had.

I looked at Evangeline who was snuggled on my side, playing with a Rubics cube I had no idea where she got. “So you’re just gonna ignore me and play that?”

She didn’t respond and I watched in fascination how swiftly her hand moved around the cube and within minutes, 3 or 4 probably, she had all sides of the same color. She looked at me and smiled victoriously. “Knew I’d get it in one try.”

She tossed the cube to me and I stared at it in complete fascination. I could never figure it out even when Curtis used to teach me the tricks. I tossed it somewhere around the room and looked at Evangeline. “You’re ignoring me.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled away from me and said, “Aww, is Evvy already vying for my attention?”

I chuckled and tickled her which made her burst into fits of giggles. “Stop, okay, stop.”

I grinned and pulled her closer to me, kissing the top of her head. “How has your week been?”

To be honest, Evangeline looked like something had been bothering her all week. When we’d eat breakfast together, there were moments where I would catch her to be too deep in thought and completely lost in her head. Sometimes I asked her but she just smiled and waved me off, telling me that she just had a good plot in mind or there were words jumbled in her head, writer mojo I wouldn’t get.

She sighed and leaned closer to me, her hands drawing circles on my chest through the thin fabric of my white shirt. “Nothing exciting. I just had some deadlines to work on and such.”

“Sometimes I think it’s better for me to be a freelancer. At least I get to stay at home,” I said, taking her hand and playing with it.

She shrugged and I watched as she closed her eyes. “Yea but it gets sad when you’re home alone.”

We stayed like that for a few more minutes. In all honesty, I could stay in this position with her for hours and not get tired. I liked the way she felt against my body, the way she seemed to fit me like a puzzle, I liked feeling her breathing next to me and I liked the occasional kisses she did, on my neck, on my shoulder, on my cheek.

There was no denying that I liked this girl too much even if I had just known her a few days.

“What about you? How has work been?”

“Stressful,” I admitted, “On the bright side, they’re taking my game in serious consideration which means I could probably have it developed but on a sad note, I know it’s because of my grandfather.”

“You don’t want him helping? Backing you up?” she asked, playing with strands of her red hair.

We’ve had this conversation a thousand times but I didn’t really care how many times we’ve talked about it. It was nice to have someone listen to what was on my mind about my family saw where I was coming from. Growing up, the people that surrounded me adored and worshipped my entire family so it was hard to talk against them.

“I just want to be known because I developed a good game. Something people really liked and became good in the market,” I began to say.

“You’re really passionate about video games,” Evangeline mused, looking up at me with her sultry green eyes.

I chuckled. “Growing up, it was what I did with the majority of my time. I would’ve loved to run around the mansion but I had no one to play with the moment Curtis deemed it to be too ‘childish’. He was the only one close to my age and when he ‘grew up’ I had to, too.”

“Did your dad…?”

I smiled and nodded. “My dad played with me when I was younger. We did all sports that were suitable for a six-year-old.”

“And when he died no one ever played sports with you again?”

“Curtis did,” I explained and then sighed, “Only for a time. By then he was twelve and nearly a teen. He was introduced to the world of video games and evidently, so was I.”

“Oh so that’s the backstory,” Evangeline stated, smiling, “Then if you’re so good at it, you think it’d be a good idea to play?”

My eyebrows rose. I have never been asked to play video games by a girl and Evangeline looked at me with a smirk. “Okay, we’ll play Mario Kart. I don’t think you’re up for the other games I have.”

I stood up to take the controllers and tossed her one. Curtis was too kind to wire me up with a complete video game and sound system. Evangeline easily caught the remote and I turned on the game. The two of us remained silent and focused as the hours went on, with the occasional yelping and whooping when either of us won or lost.

“Okay, that’s it,” I said, almost ready to bash my control on the TV screen. I glared at Evangeline, “You played me.”

She grinned and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You didn’t ask if I got game, babe.”

I stilled when she said babe and she must’ve realized it too. She looked at me with eyes wide and I couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out on my face as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled me closer, pressing my lips on hers and kissing her with a hungry passion that needed to be satiated. I lowered her down on the couch and let my hands wander her body.

When I finally pulled away from her lips, I started to give feathery light kisses on her neck, to her collarbones, her shoulders and every inch of skin my lips could reach. “Everett.”

She sounded breathless as she said my name and I groaned at the sound. I kissed her on the lips again, savoring the feel of her lips on mine. I pulled away and rested my forehead on hers, unaware that I was on top of her and she was lying down on her back on the couch, both of us trying to regain our breathing.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, “Got carried away.”

“Ya think?” she asked as I sat up and she did the same. There was a flush on her cheeks and her lips looked swollen. I smiled slyly, knowing full well I did that to her, “But I don’t exactly mind.”

My eyes narrowed and if I didn’t restrain myself, we’d have another makeout session and I would probably want to bring it in the bedroom and do other things to her because that was the best idea I had all day, heck, all week, even.

“You keep on telling me that and I might not be able to restrain myself,” I said, my voice sounding too low and growling.

She smirked, tilting her head to the side. “Who’s saying I’m stopping you?”

I was ready to attack her lips again but she firmly held me in place. There was a teasing smile on his face and she pecked me on the lips lightly. Too light. “But first…dinner.”

I groaned and threw my head back on the couch, sure that I looked like a petulant child. I could hear her laughing as she made her way to my kitchen and I could hear her shuffling the refrigerator to look for something we could eat. “What do you think of eating home-made burgers?”

“I’d rather eat you,” I muttered as I made my way to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her on the cheek, in which she responded by swatting me away. She claims I’m no help around the kitchen so I took my rightful seat on the counter, “So what am I supposed to do while you cook?”

“You talk to me?” she asked, getting the ingredients out of my fridge. I had no idea I had that food in there but last Wednesday, we exchanged spare keys and I’m pretty sure she stocked my fridge yesterday or the day before to make it easier for her to cook.

I took down the things that were settled on the counter and then propped myself up and lied down. I propped my head with a hand and grinned at her as she laughed at the position I was in. “I feel like I’m gonna be uncomfortable in five minutes.”

“Cramped, I’m sure,” she replied, chopping her onions and garlic.

“What happened to your parents?” I asked as I watched her prepare her ingredients.

She stopped chopping in an instant. I knew that it wasn’t a topic we discussed but recently, I answered her questions about my father and family. I think it was only fair that she did the same too. She looked at me, her green eyes contemplating.

Finally, she continued on with her chopping and replied, “They died when I was eight. It was a vehicular accident. It was really bad. I was at school when it happened.”

She tried to sound nonchalant but I knew that it took a lot of effort on her part. I suddenly felt bad asking her. “I’m sorry for asking.”

Evangeline looked up at me and smiled. “It’s fine. I ask you a lot of questions about your family. It’s only fair that you ask about mine.”

We were both quiet for a moment and I simply watched as she cooked. She made cooking look so easy. My eyes slowly trailed from her hands and to her body and finally to the face that I’ve been staring at for days and the face that I dream about at night.

“I really like you,” I blurted out.

She immediately stopped what she was doing and froze. “What?”

I shifted into a sitting position and then looked at her. Her green eyes were wide with surprise and I knew that my statement took her aback. I wasn’t planning on confessing my feelings for her tonight or during this week. I knew I liked her. I knew it the first time I’ve met her. I couldn’t get her out of my mind and there were moments I would catch myself praying to see her again.

And now that I did, and now that my feelings were out in the open, why should I backpedal?

“I like you,” I said, looking straight into her eyes, “I know it’s too fast to say that. But I’ve been sure of what I feel for you even before I got the chance to kiss you again.”

Evangeline wiped her hands with a clean towel and then looked at me seriously. “So what are you trying to say, Everett?”

I didn’t exactly know what I was supposed to say. I never really asked a girl to be my girlfriend before. Most of the time, it just sort of happened and I’m being introduced as their boyfriend so I just go along with it. But with Evangeline, it’s different. She made it clear that she wanted a real relationship and that she was done with flings and stuff.

“I want to make this official,” I said, jumping off the counter and closing the distance between us. I reached out to touch her face and my thumb slowly caressed her cheek, “I’m not good with relationships nor am I a commitment kind of guy but I’m willing to try it with you, Evangeline, that is, if you’re willing to try it with me too.”

She was quiet for some time and with her silence, grew anxiety. I felt suddenly stupid for confessing when we’ve only known each other formally for like, two weeks. But it was already out in the open and I just needed her response. Finally, she looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes and then crashed her lips on mine.

My hands immediately flew to her waist and pulled her to the other side of the counter, where I laid down moments earlier, and hoisted her up, our lips still colliding with each other. I comfortably situated myself between her legs as my hands roamed her body, delving inside of her shirt so I could feel her skin.

She moaned at the touch and I felt her bite my lip which caused me to groan. Things were heating up and I honestly wanted to bring her to the bed or do it right there and then, in the kitchen. But suddenly Evangeline pulled away from me and placed her hand on my shoulders to refrain me from doing anything more. She was breathing heavily.

“Dinner,” she murmured and I groaned, resting my head on her chest. She laughed and brought her hands to my face, lifting up my head to meet her eyes, “I’m really hungry, Ev.”

“I’d rather eat you,” I muttered but pulled away from her which was physically painful. She laughed when I cringed and she jumped off the counter gracefully. She went back to her position earlier and continued on with preparing our meal as I continued to watch, the s****l tension still heavy in the air.

“Oh yea,” she said as she started to actually cook our meal. Her green eyes met mine and she smiled, and I suddenly felt like the clouds broke apart and the sun shined on her, “And yes, I want to make it official.”

I couldn’t restrain myself then because I just picked her up and carried her all the way to the bedroom. I did manage to turn off the stove so I wouldn’t burn down the apartment. Evangeline was laughing as I carried her, giggling like crazy and telling me to put her down. But I seemed like a man possessed. I tossed her gently on the bed and then jumped right next to her, my lips crashing onto hers without warning.

“Tell me when to stop,” I murmured when the kiss broke apart and before I started kissing every inch of skin she had exposed. Her hands snaked under my shirt and I could feel her tugging at the hem of it. I immediately took my shirt off and threw it somewhere.

Her eyes glimmered at the sight of my bare upper body as she attacked me with her lips. I had no idea where this side of her was coming from but I liked it. I liked the fact that she didn’t tell me to stop as more clothes fell into place with my shirt. And eventually, we were both tangled limbs on the bed, lost in each other’s touch, completely lost in each other.

By the time that we were both too tired to continue, we were snuggled next to each other, skin against skin and I couldn’t have felt more at peace and happier than in that moment as Evangeline drew circles on my bare chest. I kissed the top of her head, my eyes getting heavy and ready to sleep.

“Ev,” she murmured and my eyes shot open as I gazed down at her. She chuckled and propped herself up, “I’m hungry.”

I burst out laughing, realizing that both of us had skipped dinner to be in each other’s arms. We both got up from the bed and I pulled on my boxers as she slid on my shirt and her panties and we made our way to the kitchen. The food she was cooking had grown cold and she had to reheat them and finally finished them. She placed them on the dinner table and we began to eat our dinner at 12 AM in the morning.

I couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement at how the night just played out and Evangeline kicked me gently in the shin. “Stop laughing. You practically seduced me.”

“All I did was kiss you!” I defended, “And I told you that you could’ve told me to stop and I would’ve.”

She rolled her eyes and continued eating, completely ignoring me. I gently kicked her foot with mine and she looked at me with her eyebrows rising. “What?”

“So before I practically dragged you to bed with me, what you said earlier, did you mean it?”

Evangeline looked at me with a shy smile on her face. It was the first time I saw her actually blushing and the sight honestly warmed my heart. She tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear and stared straight into my eyes.

“Why? Do you want me to take it back?” she asked, her voice low and shy and timid, far different from the sultry tone I had gotten used to, “Don’t give me crap about how I’m acting right now. This is my first time actually dating someone for real.”

I laughed. “Well then, that makes two of us.”