Her Billion Dollar Exit

TOO LATE FOR SORRIES

ARTHUR

“What the f**k are you going in my house? JJ!? J— what the hell are you doing here?” Evelyn yelled as she stepped out of the water, dripping wet in her barely there underwear.

In my defense, I tried to keep my eyes on her face.

The keyword being tried.

“I’m here to apologize on behalf of my sister.” I decided to get straight to the point before she threw me out. “Please. You have every right to press charges—”

“But you hope I don’t. Right? You’re asking me to let this go, and forgive your sister that literally abducted my son?” she snapped.

She stalked closer without seeming to realize it, her anger making every movement sharp and deliberate. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to focus on her face instead of everything else.

“I was going to say… you have every right to press charges, and I’m not going to stop you if you choose to. I’m only here to apologize, because you deserve an apology. Rebecca was wrong to do what she did. And I’m really sorry for that.”

I meant every word.

Evelyn stared at me with the same steely expression she’d worn since the day we crossed paths again. There wasn’t an ounce of softness in her eyes.

When she finally spoke, her voice was cold.

“Get the hell out of my property.”

She didn’t wait for a response. She simply turned away and bent down to grab the clothes she’d left beside the pool.

Any remaining traces of my gentleman act went straight out the window.

My eyes immediately followed the curve of her body.

She’d filled out over the years, and definitely in all the right places. I was still trying to process the fact that she was a mother now. What was even harder to process was how much motherhood had changed her.

Not just on the outside.

On the inside too.

When she straightened and started to walk away, something in me snapped.

Before I could think better of it, I stepped forward and caught her arm.

She gasped as I pulled her back.

Her wet body collided with mine, cool water soaking through my shirt. Her big brown eyes widened in surprise, like she hadn’t expected me to touch her.

Hell, I hadn’t expected it either.

But here we were.

“I was trying to talk to you, Evie.”

For the briefest second, I thought her gaze flickered toward my mouth.

Maybe I imagined it.

The glare she shot me afterward certainly suggested I had.

“My name is Evelyn. Miss Carter, even, to you. And I’m not trying to talk to you. How about that?” She threw at me.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out.

“For?” She shot back at once. “Which of your numerous sins towards me are you apologizing for, Arthur? Would you have apologized to me if I came back to this city, looking like the broken woman you threw out of your house? If I came back here, poor and at your feet again?”

Yes. My mind answered before I could even fully process the question.

All these years, I’ve been deceiving myself, thinking that I was at home with Samantha. The truth was that nothing was the same after Evelyn left. Everything went downhill.

Every-f*****g-thing. Including my sanity. I want her back, even if she may never want me back again.

“I thought as much.” She finally answered her question and slapped my hand off her. This time, she didn’t turn around and start to leave.

She stood there and said in a bitter tone, “Toby is yours.”

My breath caught at once, because hell… that was the last thing I’d been expecting her to tell me. Willingly, for that matter.

“God, Evie—”

“He wants his dad. I f*****g hate to have to do this, but my son wants his dad, and that’s why he was easily deceived by your sister who used my little boy’s desperation to literally show what a devil she is. She hasn’t changed. Not that I’m surprised.” She shrugged her shoulders, her voice breaking but at the same time, there was no trace of tears in her eyes.

“Can I see him?” I quietly asked after a little pause. She didn’t respond. Not immediately.

When she did, she said, “No, not today. I’ll tell you when. I need to get him ready. Get myself ready too.”

I nodded. “I understand.”

Questions lodged in my throat, but I could tell Evelyn wouldn’t be bothered to answer any questions I had for her right now. She had her arms crossed around her chest, watching me.

I couldn’t help it anymore. My gaze slid down to her taut body, and I immediately regretted it. My pants grew tighter at once, seeing his pebbled her n*****s were under that sheer light blue bra. Her panties were a G-string, which didn’t leave much to imagination.

Her boobs were bigger than I remember, a good handful. Her waist was slender, not in an athletic way, but just enough. Her hips were well rounded, and in general, she looked like the sexiest woman I’d ever come across.

She was then, and she is now.

I finally dragged my gaze back to her face with reluctance, and she nodded towards the exit.

“Get out, Arthur. I’ll speak to you when I can.”

“I’ll come around your office.”

She scoffed, glaring more at me. “What part of I’ll speak to you when I can did you not understand? You’ll be thrown out if you come without waiting for me to call you over. I hope you know that.”

Was I a simp for loving how much of a backbone she’d grown? She was not the timid Evelyn we used to know. Not in the slightest.

She didn’t know it, but I was very f*****g proud of her. It’s just such a pity that I had to be the one to push her to such drastic change.

But I could fix everything, or at least, try to.

I nodded at her, “Have a good day, Evie.”