Chapter 2

• Current time
• Evelyn's POV
• "Hey Carr.. come on girl cheer up!" I said to my best friend. Uncle Roger died in a mysterious accident. I don't know how. Of course, we all know that it's not just an accident. But then it's been a month. She was the one who brought me out of that shitty life. It's my duty to bring her back to life. Why does God have to do this to all good people.
• She has always been the lonely girl since that guy left her and now this. I seriously don't know how aunt Sophie is coping with it. After I ran away from home, I came straight to Carr's house hoping that she'd help me. We both got into the same business schools together. Of course, it was Uncle Roger who helped me through out. I have a house now all because of this family. And now that they don't have one, they don't want to stay in this house. It's not mine but their house. I agree I paid for my university myself, had to take up multiple jobs but without them even I wouldn't exist. I wish I could help them......
• Aunt Sophie won't agree to come home with me. At least I could take Carr out somewhere just to get her refreshed.
• So here we are, I have got her dressed up like a doll. Of course, she has a sexy body so yeah... she looks beautiful. I tried to wear as much less clothes as I can. Cause I want to give out that impression like I'm a bitch. See if you're a bitch, guys come behind you but mostly they won't try to mess up or get serious with you. That's how I have saved myself for my husband. I don't know who that unlucky man is.
• Soon as we enter, I tried to look around for some.... oh my god! My eyes stopped at two handsome guys. One of them..... Shit! It's Nick!
• I see them coming towards us. Nick said something to the other guys making that guy look angry but then the guy followed Nick's gaze towards me and smiled looking at Carr beside me. As though Carr recognised him, she gave him a broad smile.
• "Hi" I heard Nick's voice. It's him. Just the better and even more handsome version of him. I didn't know that my hand was already in his. I only realised it when I started walking along him to the bar. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.And I only managed to nod. He is the one... the one who would've been my husband, but who selfishly rejected me. If he'd have told me himself that he didn't want to go with this
• marriage then I would've happily agreed. Why did he have to insult me, break me in a way that I could never be fixed.
• I asked the bartender for a stronger drink making Nick raise his eyebrows at me. Drink after drink. Drink after drink. Every drink reminded me about his every word. Doesn't he recognize me? Remember me?
• Of course, he wouldn't. I was a nerd back then.. with conservative clothes. Now I dress up like a bitch. There's not a single similarity, how would he recognize.
• He was only looking at me since I started drinking... with a smug look. Looking smug Huh? I got up trying to sway my hips but ended up falling into his arms, but I pushed his arms away and got up.
• I looked towards the dance floor trying to find a hot guy. But none. Isn't there any guy who is more handsome than Nick?! I entered the dance floor and pulled the guy next to me by his shirt collar and pulled his hands around my waist moving my ass up his..... you know what I mean.. my entire body weight was on him. But suddenly I was pulled roughly, and I fell into familiar hands. His touch creating a vibration in my entire body. My heart doing a flip flop, like it's pounding against my chest.
• He held me by the waist and punched the guy on his face. "Why the fuck would you do that?!" I screamed at him hitting his chest, but he picked me up, onto his shoulders."Nick!" I whined.
• "How do you know my name? I never told you?" He asked with suspicion in his voice. Fuck! "Uff...." he said and sat me on his car seat. "Now tell me how you know?" He asked.
• "You did. You told me" I said leaning into the seat and closing my eyes trying to neglect his question.
• "Hmmm....." I heard him sigh and he got up only to come to the other side on the driver's seat. Why can this man not leave me alone?
• Fifteen minutes later, we were In front of a large black gate. "Where are we?" I asked him. The gates opened itself. "How did it open?" I asked.
• "I have a remote" he said laughing at me. Why am I here? What was I thinking coming here with a stranger? Ok I know him. But....... 'What if he rapes me'
• "Fuck no!" I heard him scream beside me.
• "What?" I asked. 'Did I say it out loud?'
• "Yes, you did. So, you better stop thinking while you're drunk. And for fuck's sake no. No, I'm not going to rape you." He said glaring at me.
• As soon as the car came to a stop, I got out trying to handle myself, stop myself from falling. When he tried to hold me, I moved away from him. Cause one, his touch did things to me... things that I never felt before. Two, I don't want him to touch me anymore. This handsome man makes me feel good about myself but at the same time it reminds me of the old times. That if I was still the old me, would he have asked me for a drink like today? I guess not..... maybe he still would've insulted me like before...