Evie's Sweet Life

Evie Love. And warmth. Thats what I felt, staring into those steely grey eyes. His hands fit my body perfectly. Tracing up and down my skin, his surprisingly soft fingers sent sparks everywhere they touched. I leaned over to place my lips on his, when suddenly his face turned angry. Then I felt the freezing cold air hit my skin. "Wake up you airhead!" A shrill voice called, thick with a french accent. I groaned. What the hell. The sunlight shone through my windows and I peeked open my eyes. My cousin was hovering over me, with my blanket in her hands. She threw it to the ground and crossed her arms. She was wearing her work uniform, a black button up shirt, black slacks that hugged her thin frame, and a black apron folded at her waist. Her jet black hair was pulled into a sleek high bun and her olive skin glistened in the sunlight. She stared at me with her beautiful sky blue eyes, I always get lost in them. "Don't try to butter me up. Get your ass out of bed." She demanded as she turned on her heels. Jaqui and I aren't cousins per se. We grew up in London together at the same orphanage. When we became of age, we moved to America, New York City to be exact. It's perfect for her here. Although she may only be 5'5 with a soft voice, she demands respect. She's never afraid to say what's on her mind, and takes what she wants. I rolled out of bed when I smelled coffee in the kitchen. We live in a tiny two bedroom apartment, it isn't much, but it's home. We both worked bloody hard until we saved enough. We spent many nights sleeping in bus stations and huddled up on benches. I was proud of how far we came. "You will be late" She said shaking her head and grabbing her purse. We both worked at a creole restaurant a couple of blocks from our apartment. It was high class without the stuffiness. One day on the subway, we met this vibrant girl, with big brown doe eyes, pastel hair and a captivating smile. We hit it off and she informed us she could land us both jobs at the restaurant. Unbeknownst to us, her parents owned it and she was in charge of everything in their absence, which is often. Llandela Souvignon was practically royalty in the city, her parents owned many restaurants all across the states, from Louisiana to NYC. We've never had enough money for phones, so social media wasn't something we're well versed in. Even now that we're doing better, it took Jaqui months to convince me to buy a cell phone. I just don't see the need in another unnecessary bill. A year later, and she's still trying to convince me to start an Snapchat and i********: account. No thank you. Anyways, Jaqui works as a server/hostess and I make the desserts. I hated the spotlight so being in the front of the house wasn't a option for me. Jaqui was perfectly outgoing for the role, and didn't mind the drunk ogling men. I love to bake so Yandy suggested I'd be more comfortable in the kitchen and she was right. We've worked here for almost three years now and I loved it. We're in a comfortable spot right now and I wished nothing would change as I sipped my coffee. I'm definitely not a morning person, luckily for me, the restaurant doesn't open until 10 AM and it's only 8. Why on Earth would Jaqui wake me up at this ungodly hour? I sigh and look at my reflection in the fridge. My long red hair resembled a birds nest and my almond eyes looked dull and lifeless. I'm so grateful for having Jaqui and Yandy, and I'm so proud of how far we've come, but I felt so lonely. There's always a dull, empty pain aching my heart and I didn't know why or how to stop it. I sighed as I put my cup in the sink and headed towards the shower. I suppose I'll start getting ready for work. ************ Usually I get lost in my own head and end up drastically behind schedule. Today was no different. I ran down the steps of our building while pulling on my black ballerina flats. I dashed out of the apartment complex and down the street, fixing the cuffs on my black button up that stopped at my elbows. I was waiting to cross the street as I fumbled with my hair, putting it into a messy bun. And not the good kind of messy. My crimson red hair is unruly, wavy and stops at my waist. I never have the time or energy to fool with it. A blasting horn broke me from my trance and I darted across the street. I walk ran a couple of more blocks and stopped in my tracks. There he was, standing in front of the closed restaurant having a heated debate with Yandy. "Terrance" I breathed, my palms started to sweat and my heart began to race. He was wearing a tight white button up shirt, that was neatly tucked into his grey bottoms. His shiny dark brown shoes matched perfectly with the shiny dark brown curls that sat on top of his head. I could see his light brown eyes filled with anger as he argued with Yandy. She was waving her finger in his face and wasn't the least bit intimidated by his 5'11 stature. He was no doubt looking for me, but I wasn't in the mood for another black eye. I used to get lost his eyes, they were like pools of honey I could get stuck in, it was my favorite thing about him. But one day those pools of honey turned black as he backhanded me for questioning his cozy relationship with a coworker. Needless to say when Jaqui found out, she was not happy. She ended up setting his apartment on fire and with Yandy's connections it was deemed a accident. Luckily for Terrance he was out with one of his whores so he only lost materialistic things. I cut off all communication and it's been two weeks that I'd catch him lurking around our apartment and now our job. I spun around and high tailed it to a nearby alley next to a cafe. I'm a coward, I hate confrontation, and finding hiding spots was my specialty. I was so focused on getting away from Terrance that I didn't realize a brick wall was in front of me. "Oof" I exclaimed as the wind was knocked out of me. As I fell backwards with my eyes clamped shut, I expected the pain of my bum hitting the sidewalk - but it never came. I opened my eyes and realized two huge hands were holding my arms, keeping me upright. I looked at the solid chest, all muscle, threatening to break through the soft black material of his dress shirt. My eyes trailed up to his chiseled jaw line, adorned with brown stubble and to his plump lips. I slowly looked up and noticed a scar running from his left eyebrow, down to his perfect cheekbone. But what caught my attention was his beautiful grey eyes. I know those eyes, I've dreamt about them countless times. A small smile spread across his face as I took a breath. "I- I'm terribly sorry" I gasped. He gently let my arms go and I wished he hadn't. Suddenly the morning air felt cold against my skin. "I didn't think anyone else would be here hiding" I said as I attempted to get my bearings together. "Who says I'm hiding?" His voice was deep and husky, sending signals in between my legs. He ran his hand through his perfectly wavy brown hair that stopped a little past his broad shoulders. He was a beautiful sight to behold. "Well unless you're a total freak hiding in alleyways, I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt." I stated, taking a cigarette and pink lighter out of my black sequined fanny pack. I lit the cigarette and closed my eyes as I took a puff. If Jaqui found out I hadn't quit, she'll kill me. "That's a bad habit" the deep voice stated, bringing me back from my thoughts. "I won't tell if you don't" I said looking into his gorgeous grey eyes. A small smile crossed his face as he snatched the cigarette from my hand and took a puff. He handed it back and our fingers touched. I swore I felt a million little fireworks. We stood staring at each other for a moment and I swore I could feel electricity in the air. "You move on quick" Another voice accused startling me. "s**t!" I squealed, stomping out the cigarette. There Terrance was, looking madder than hell with his arms crossed. His eyes darted between me and the greek god in the alleyway. "W-What? N-No," I stammered, suddenly aware of how shady we looked. "Wait a minute, the pace in which I move on is none of your concern! As I recall, you're the one who couldn't keep your little garden snake in your pants!" I yelled. How dare he accuse me. I've done nothing wrong. "If you wanted to be treated like a dirty slut, I could've easily done that for you" he seethed as he took a step towards me. I flinched and was immediately covered by a huge shadow. The greek god swiftly stood between Terrance and I, blocking me from seeing anything besides his massive back. "You should leave" He said, his voice thick with anger. "Terrance you son of a b***h! I'm going to chop your balls off!" I heard Jaqui yell from across the street. I jumped around the greek god and Terrance and saw her darting through traffic, oblivious to how many times she almost got hit. People where blaring their horns at her, but she was relentless. "Stay the f**k away from her!" she yelled running towards us, frantically swinging a knife. Terrance opened his mouth, wanting to say more to the greek god and me, but changed his mind as Jaqui got closer. "You have to talk to me eventually babe" He said, before running off in the opposite direction. Coward. I shook my head in disgust. Jaqui ran after him for a few steps, then turned around and stomped towards me. "Evie you're late! Again!" She reprimanded as she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the restaurant. She stopped and eyed the greek god, who gave her the sexiest smile and small wave. She decided to say nothing and drag me across the street. I couldn't help the smile that creeped across my face as I looked back. He was staring at me, the smile still on his face. I waved before I turned around, giving Jaqui my full attention. Adonis "Donnie, you have five minutes. And don't do anything cute" Klaus said eyeing me suspiciously. His light brown hair was slicked back and he kept running his fingers through it. A tell tale sign that I'm beginning to stress him out. His silky pink top was neatly tucked into his purple slacks. He fidgeted with his rings, before putting the tablet down. He may be my younger brother, but he was definitely older in spirit. He kept me in line in my personal life, and as my assistant, in my professional life too. Concern flashed in his dark grey eyes. "I'm serious Donnie. Five minutes and stay on the property" He said as I stood up to walk towards the door. "You need to quit!" He called after me. I briskly walked to the elevator and pushed the down button as I took a cigarette out from the pack in my pocket. Then I heard her. "Donnie bear!" She called, her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Her heels clicked as she tried to run down the hallway towards the elevator. She was tall and super model skinny with sandy blonde hair. Like every other boring ass model from California. She was pushing people out her way as her dull blue eyes fixated on me. When she realized I was spamming the door close button, her porcelain white skin turned red. "You can't avoid me forever!" she called as the doors closed. We knew each other from the industry but our parents also had a lot of business deals. She wasn't bad arm candy and I made the foolish assumption that we could be f**k buddies, nothing more. Boy was I wrong. She began to get clingy and annoying. She would snake her way into my photo shoots, so she could be the "leading lady". And when persuasion didn't work with some photographers, she'd threaten them and the female models. It was beginning to reflect poorly on my image. I groaned as the doors to the elevator opened and booked it to the front door leading to the street. I quickly walked down a few blocks and found a alleyway to smoke in peace. I was avoiding Mona Lisa, but I was also trying to avoid paparazzi. On top of owning businesses across the world, I began to make a name for myself as the most eligible business bachelor turned model. I was puffing on my cigarette when I noticed her. Her dark red hair swayed in the wind and he caramel skin shined in the sun as she rushed down the street. She was putting her hair up, obviously deep in thought when a car horn startled her. She began to run towards a restaurant called The Bayou when she stopped in her tracks. A woman with pastel hair was arguing with some guy. Red turned on her heels and ran in my direction. Before I could judge where she was running to, she took a sharp turn into the alley and ran right into my chest. She gasped as I reached out and held her so she wouldn't fall. I felt the air change as I held onto her. It felt like a million butterflies fluttering in my stomach as she slowly eyed up my body, like she was taking all of me in. My crotch twitched as her almond eyes landed on my lips and lingered. Her beautiful eyes trailed up to look into mine and they took my breath away. Her left eye was green and her right one was hazel. "I'm terribly sorry! I didn't think anyone else would be hiding in this alleyway" she nervously chuckled. I slowly let her go as her British accent filled my ears like music. "Who said I was hiding?" I asked. I mean, I was hiding but she didn't know that. "Well unless you're a total freak, hiding in alleys, I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt" she stated as her shaking hands reached into a fanny pack and pulled out a cigarette and mini pink lighter. I couldn't help but smile at her sass even though she was clearly shaken up. And the fact that she had a fanny pack like it was the 80s. She held the cigarette to her perfect plump lips and took a drag. I couldn't stop my throbbing member from responding to my impure thoughts. "That's a bad habit" I said watching her smoke. "I won't tell if you don't" she winked, as she took another puff. I snatched the cigarette from her and took a drag. My five minutes were definitely up and I'm sure Klaus was sending out a search team by now. When our fingers touched I got a warm tingling sensation and I think she felt it too. Her cheeks flushed and she stared into my eyes for a few moments. I couldn't force myself to look away so I did the same, getting lost in her beauty. "You move on quick" someone said breaking us from our little bubble. "s**t!" she squealed, dropping the cigarette. I scoffed when I realized it was the douche from before. I got angrier when I realized who he was. Terrance Black, the chief financial officer of the hotel we just brought. He's been dicking with this deal for months and it finally went through, no thanks to him. I've only met him a handful of times and I knew then I didn't like him. Right now only solidifies that fact. "What? No" Red stammered, looking at me nervously. Then anger flashed through her eyes. "Wait a minute, the pace of which I move on is none of your concern! As I recall, you're the one who couldn't keep your little garden snake in your pants!" she yelled pointing her finger at him. I chuckled at "little garden snake". "If you wanted to be treated like a dirty slut, I could've easily done that for you" he hissed taking a step towards her. She flinched as if she was bracing herself for a smack. Oh hell no. I jumped in between them, my body shaking with anger. "You should leave" I warned Before he could respond, a woman's voice, thick with a french accent, began screaming in our direction. A slim woman, with olive skin and dark black hair was running through traffic waving a knife. "Terrance you son of a b***h! I'm gonna chop your balls off! Stay the f**k away from her!" She yelled, charging towards us. Like the f**k boy he is, Terrance turned to run. "You have to talk to me sooner or later babe" He said to Red, before looking me up and down and scurrying down the street. The french woman almost ran right past us, before turning around and grabbing Red by her wrist. She eyed me up and down. Her eyes flashed a hint of recognition but not enough for her to address me. I gave her a small smile and wave and she continued to scowl at me before turning her attention to the definition of beauty with red hair. "Evie, you're late. Again" she said before dragging her down the street towards The Bayou. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and my heart skipped a beat when she turned to look at me, a smile plastered across her face. She blushed and waved before turning back around. "This doesn't look like property of the hotel AND it's way past five minutes." Klaus' voice broke my thoughts as he was suddenly right beside me. "I want creole for tomorrow nights event" I say lighting another cigarette and walking towards the hotel. Klaus stood there, unsure for a second before he jogged beside me. "I'm enthralled that you've suddenly taken a interest in event planning but may I ask why? And why creole? It's shocking to say the least." he questioned, as he began to type furiously on his cell phone. We got to the hotel doors and I threw my cigarette butt in the street. Klaus was intercepted by the receptionist rattling off different things that happened in his tiny absence and handed over a document on a tablet for him to read over and sign. "I want it from The Bayou. And make sure a french girl and a girl named Evie will be there" I stated. "Wait, what? Donnie? Donnie!" Klaus called after me as I got on the elevator. Evie. I loved the way her name felt on my lips. I wanted to have my lips on every part of her. I wanted to get to know her. And there is nothing that's going to stop me.