Evelyn's POV.
Another small smile curled up on my face, as my eyes found the box on my bed again. It contained lingeries, and spicy things that I ordered a while ago to surprise Ethan, my fiance.
Our wedding was tomorrow, and one of the gifts that I planned to give him, included me being all dolled up the way he had said he liked.
Since we started dating a year ago, he'd been ringing it in my ears that he wanted a girl who could be spicy and...sexy. I wasn't that, I was very far from that; I had been a simple, and busy woman all my life. But still, he was very much interested in me.
I could still remember the way my face had lit up against my phone screen, after I saw that he had also swiped right on me on tinder, making us match. And the rest as they say, is history.
"Let's see if they fit," I squealed as I jumped a little, before my fingers started working around the box. It took a while to loosen it all up, but the last strap snapped off, and I quickly opened it.
My lips parted involuntarily, as my eyes widened a little the moment I saw the things inside like I didn't order them myself at 2am last Thursday.
"Oh, damn," the words slipped out of my lips, as I started naming the items in my head— there was a red, transparent lingerie, thigh high stockings, vibrator, dildo, soft restraints and a silk blindfold.
I reached to the end of the box, and chuckled softly as I saw that the vendor had added an extra gift for me; a massage oil. She really understood the assignment.
My eyes settled on the window. It was really late already. Ethan had excused himself about an hour ago, saying that he had some things to finish off in his study.
Teasing him a little wouldn't be bad. He'd be forever mine tomorrow anyway.
Another small squeal escaped me, as I gripped the lingerie and got naked, slipping it on immediately.
"Wow," a gasp left me, as I faced the mirror, and saw how the red material clung on to my curves, leaving no space for imagination.
Hurriedly, as excitement surged through me, I grabbed a long coat, put it on, and dashed out to the study.
As I skipped, a smile continued dancing on my lips.
"Good evening, miss Evelyn," one of my maids greeted, as she ran past me.
I responded with a warm smile. Very soon, it'd be Mrs Evelyn Whitmore, the biggest lawyer in NewYork, wife to Ethan Whitmore.
Damn, it sounded good.
My pace quickened towards the study, my smile deepening.
I took another firm step closer, but instantly stopped in my tracks, as a sound drifted into my ears.
It was a soft moan. My smile faltered immediately, as I took more steps closer to be sure of what I heard.
More moans came from the door. They were very feminine and the voice sounded familiar, too familiar.
My heart skipped, and I took a step back to be sure that I was at the right door.
I was.
"Fuck, yes," the woman moaned loudly. She definitely didn't care if anyone heard them. "Yes, Ethan, yes," she continued and my world tilted.
She mentioned Ethan's name.
How?
What?
With a hardened face, I gripped the door knob, and slipped inside.
My heart fell, as the scene played out in front of me; my event planner, Bianca, was on the table, her legs parted, with Ethan's face deeply buried inside.
Her eyes were shut, one hand gripping his hair in a way that I never did.
Tears quickly welled up in my eyes, and with shaky legs, I stood and watched Ethan pleasure Bianca, concentrating so hard the way he never did at his job.
"Wh-" I finally breathed when I couldn't take it any longer. My breaths were seizing.
They both heard me. Ethan's head snapped up, with her wetness dripping down his face. Bianca's head turned and for a brief second, her eyes widened, before she rolled them and scoffed softly.
"B-babe, what are you doing here?" Ethan wiped his face, as he straightened and buttoned his rumpled shirt. "I— she— fuck!"
"N-no! No way." I turned and strode out of the door with anger burning off me.
His voice followed me. "Wait, Evelyn. I can explain, wait." He pushed past the busy maids, and gripped my arm, but I shrugged him off.
"Let me go! Go back to her!"
"No, I can explain. Let's..." His eyes darted around, as he breathed heavily. "Let's go to the room."
I didn't want to listen, but every corner of the house was occupied.
I pushed past him, and dashed into my room, slamming the door shut.
He came a second later.
"Tomorrow is our wedding and you're fucking another woman?!" I yelled. "Not just any woman, but Bianca? Seriously?!"
"Evelyn-"
"Bianca has been heavily involved in this wedding from the beginning. Hell, she put it all together. And...you're fucking her?!"
My voice started shaking, as tears gathered in my eyes again, threatening to pour out. But I blinked them back.
I couldn't allow this motherfucker to see me like this. At least, not now.
"Babe," he started softly. "One, I wasn't fucking her. I was...I was just eating her out. And two—"
"Are you serious right now?" I scoffed, as I couldn't believe my ears. How ridiculous was this man?
"Two, I'm so sorry, babe. It was a silly mistake." He took a step closer, I took two backwards. "I don't know how it happened, babe. I am so sorry."
"You're sorry? Really?" Another scoff slipped out of my lips. "In case you don't understand, our wedding is in a few hours!"
I started trembling again, as the thought scared me.
How'd I do it? Everyone was coming. Everyone.
I was a big deal in NewYork, everyone knew my name, every blog knew things about me that I didn't even know.
Since my wedding got announced a month ago, it's been the only thing that everybody talked about.
And now, this had to happen just a day before? Oh, how I just loved the universe.
"It was a mistake, babe." Ethan's voice came through again, irritating me even more. "It will never happen again. Never!"
My head snapped up to him, my eyes searing into his. "Bianca wasn't here, she had no reason to be here tonight. What happened?"
His shoulders slumped even more, as he cursed under his breath. "I—I called her. I wanted her to go over some details and—"
"Your mouth ended up going over her wet spot. I get it." I shrug, and my eyes narrowed even more.
The realisation slowly dawned on me.
Oh, shit. How didn't I notice?
The way he had insisted on working with Bianca, even though she wasn't the best event planner in NewYork. The late night work alone with her. The over-familiarity.
It all made sense now.
"Please, babe," he got to me, and his touch jolted me a little. My head raised, and I saw that same soft look that he gave me on our first date. If I didn't know better, I'd have fallen for him again.
"Okay," I breathed heavily. "I understand." I replied, even though the words in my head screamed otherwise.
His face lit up immediately. "So that means you forgive me?"
I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "We'll go through with the wedding."
"You-"
"I need some time to myself. Can you leave?"
His lips parted to say something, but he gave a sharp nod, and strode out.
Immediately he did, I let out a huge sigh and rubbed at my temples.
I was so heartbroken, in fact, my heart was still clenching against my chest. But the wedding had to go on.
If it didn't, it'd affect me and my career. I had everything to lose, Ethan didn't; he was a broke ass freaking artist. His artworks weren't even that good.
So, my mind was made up. I would go through with the wedding, maintain my status, smile at the cameras, then privately make Ethan pay for what he did to me.
He's going to regret the day that he said "I do" to becoming my husband. I would make sure he never knows how to bury his face in a woman's silky folds.
But for now, I had a night to enjoy.