Evelyn's POV.
Lucas's hand brushed against my shoulders, sending jolts through my body, as he helped me wear my coat. "Are you okay?" His voice drifted to me and my lips parted before I gave a quick nod.
My body was still trembling, after Dominic and Lucas made me orgasm in a matter of minutes like they had studied my body for years. Even though I had been with men like Ethan, this was the first time that I was truly feeling...like a woman.
"You tasted so fucking good," Dominic pressed a kiss on my cheek, before kissing my hand too.
I smiled warmly at them, as I touched my coat. "I have to leave now. Thank you for such a memorable night."
I took half a step forward, before they both dragged me at the same time, their hold strong and firm. "Let's drive you home." Dominic said softly, as his fingertips caressed my skin.
"No. It-it is fine." I stuttered a little. "I drove here. I can drive back home."
Lucas eyed me for a second, before he shook his head. "No way. You can't even walk properly."
My cheeks turned bright red, as I chuckled lightly. "That's not because I drank." I said. "It's...because of something else."
They both understood, as they briefly exchanged a quick glance, and smirked.
"I'm fine. I'll drive." I drifted away from them, while flashing a smile. "I hope we meet again someday."
And with that, I ran out of the club, with my body still tingling from their touch. The moment I sat in my car, I let out a heavy sigh, and rested my head, allowing the memory from the last hour to flash through my head.
It was...a lot. The fact that I might not see them again—ever was a shame, but I preferred it that way. I didn't want any funny drama in my life. I just needed to get married, show Ethan how much he hurt me, and get even better at my career.
That was all I wanted.
The drive back home was so much less chaotic than the drive to the club. My head was calm, and my body was hot.
The time to be wild had passed, it was time to be serious now.
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The next morning came quickly, as sunlight poured from my window, its warmth caressing my skin.
A small groan slipped out of my lips, as I stretched and opened my eyes. I smiled against the ceiling, as I arranged my thoughts, ready for today.
My wedding day. To Ethan Whitmore. How exciting.
I rolled my eyes, and reached for my phone. Layla, my personal makeup artist, had called five times. Amy, nine times. Ethan, twelve times.
My eyes rolled again. Sleeping in the guest room had been the best way for me to avoid Ethan.
"Hey, Layla, ask one of the maids to bring you to one of the guest rooms, the biggest one." I said into my phone. "I'm there."
"I have been searching for you everywhere, Miss Evelyn. You-"
"Just come, please."
I dropped my phone, and dashed to the bathroom to have a full body shower.
The moment the hot water sprayed lightly and touched my skin, a small moan escaped my lips. My eyes fell shut, and last night started happening again.
Lucas and Dominic had been one of a kind. They were the kind of fire that you wouldn't mind playing with at least once in your life, even though every part of them screamed danger.
My smile deepened, as the memory got more clear and vivid and—
"Miss Evelyn? I'm here," Layla's voice came through the door, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, and finished up with my bath, before I stepped out.
"Why did you sleep here?" Amy squealed, as she shook me, before pulling me into a hug.
"We'll talk about it later." I sighed, as I sat in front of the mirror, squaring my shoulders. "Let's just get this over with."
Amy's eyes squinted, but she said nothing. She probably understood that something was wrong, and it wasn't little.
Hours passed, and I was standing in my room in a white, straight dress. Its fabric, soft and velvet, felt heavy and smooth against my skin, hugging me perfectly in all the right places. I liked how simple and gorgeous it was, every inch of it reeking of the money I had poured into it.
Amy sniffed softly, as she stepped forward, hugging me from the back. "You look even prettier than I thought." She cried into my shoulder. "You look gorgeous, baby."
My eyes got teary a little, as I pulled her in for a hug. "I am trying not to ruin my makeup so Layla doesn't kill me." I joked, as I sniffed. "So, get it together. We have a wedding to attend."
She nodded, and soon, we were out of the door, taking soft, unhurried steps outside. With every step that I took, my heart skipped.
This was it; my wedding to Ethan. The day that was supposed to be the best day of my life.
But hell, it wasn't.
Amy helped me into the car, and the engine roared under us, as we started moving.
"So, what happened last night?" She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. " I asked Ethan but he just said that you were tired."
I gave a slight shrug, my eyes fixed on the road. "He wasn't wrong, but that wasn't what happened." The car came to a stop. "I'll tell you later."
"But—"
"Everyone's waiting, Amy. Let's go."
I got out, and Amy helped me arrange my dress properly. She was the only bridesmaid that I had, the only friend that I needed.
I walked slowly towards the door leading inside the hall, and I saw my father, standing there, his teary eyes blinking at me.
"Oh, father," I cooed, as I melted into his hug.
"You make such a beautiful bride, your mother would have loved to see you in this dress." He responded against my skin, his voice shaky. "Come on, let me walk you in. Everyone's waiting."
He firmly slipped his hand into mine, and our feet started carrying us inside. The music that I had picked started playing, the notes wrapping around me.
My eyes settled on Ethan, who was waiting at the altar, his smile bright and false. I cleared my throat, and held my head high, as I continued with my steps.
Cameras flashed in my direction, as different smiles were being thrown at me.
I felt good, and happy about the fact that I had gone through with the wedding. We finally got to the altar, and Amy handed a bouquet to me, as Ethan stepped closer, taking my hand and kissing it.
He mouthed some words, and I smiled a little, standing straight.
"It is time to join Miss Evelyn Hale, and Mr Ethan Whitmore." The priest announced, as his voice carried through the hall.
The priest's voice continued, steady and calm, but something shifted inside me.
I felt it first, like a pull at the back of my neck.
My eyes lifted without permission, drifting past the rows of guests, past the flowers, past the cameras, until they reached the back of the hall.
And that was when I saw them.
Lucas stood there, hands in his pockets, his gaze locked on mine like he had been waiting. Beside him was Dominic, just as composed, just as dangerous, his eyes dark and knowing.
My breath caught.
My fingers tightened around the bouquet in my hand, as memories burned through me, sharp and unwanted.
No.
Shit, no!
Of all places—
Of all days—
"Do you, Miss Evelyn Hale..."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing, my body betraying me.
Because the past had just found me again.