Suspicions....
1539 Words
Nia's POV
When Evan got home, we settled into the cozy living room, ready for some lighthearted fun. The aroma of delicious lasagna filled the air, adding to the pleasant ambiance. I was sitting on the sofa, while Evan positioned himself on the floor between my legs.
We both held gamepads in our hands, engaging in a friendly competition. As we played a racing game, our laughter filled the room. My competitive spirit kicked in as I tried to outmaneuver Evan on the virtual track. Evan had always been the king of this game, but tonight, I was determined to see him lose.
"Oh, you really thought you could beat me at car racing, Nia?" Evan exclaimed with a mischievous smile. "You know how many times we've bet on this game, and I've always come out on top."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Oh, shut up. I'm going to show you what I'm capable of!" I clasped my knees around his head, causing him to groan in pain.
“Nia, stop it, you're cheating,” Evan said, trying to wriggle free from my grip. He knew my tactics well; I always tried to distract him to make him lose focus.
“Come on, Evan, let me win just this once,” I begged desperately.
Evan looked up at me, stretching his neck. “What will you give me if I let you win?”
“Well,” I paused, "what do you want?" My hands secretly pressed buttons on my gamepad behind his back.
Soon, Evan heard his virtual car crashing. I won. He simply laughed it off. I wasn’t the best at video games, but I always wanted to win.
As our playful banter continued, the chef entered the living room, interrupting our game.
“Dinner is ready,” the chef announced with a warm smile, bowing his head slightly.
We immediately set our competitive spirits aside, got up and made our way to the dining area.
Upon entering the dining room, my eyes widened in awe at the feast before me. The table was adorned with an array of dishes, each exuding a tantalizing aroma that made my mouth water.
Taking my seat, I marveled at the sight before me. Unable to contain my excitement, I dug my fork into a piece of lasagna and took a bite. My eyes closed in sheer bliss as I moaned at the explosion of flavors in my mouth.
U looked up at Evan, my eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation. "That reminds me, Evan," I said, my voice carrying a hint of seriousness amid the pleasant atmosphere. "There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."
Evan, caught off guard by the sudden shift in my tone, set down his fork and gave me his full attention. "Of course. What's up?" There was a flicker of concern in his eyes.
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. I had to ask about his wealth, about the luxurious lifestyle he seemed to lead. The gifts, the presence of maids, chefs and other staff members.
"Evan," I began, my voice steady but with genuine curiosity. "I'm very grateful for the gifts you gave me, and I'm grateful for letting me stay here, but I'm just wondering, how come you have so much money? I know about the royalties from your late father's work, but this level of luxury seems beyond that."
"Nia, it's my family's wealth. Everything I have today was passed down to my parents and then to me. Each generation took their time to multiply it for the coming generation, and that's what I'm doing with my tech companies," he stretched his hand across the table and gently squeezed my hand.
"Nia, you have absolutely no reason to be worried." He said with a smile.
"Okay," I replied warily, wondering whether to believe him or not. "Also, there's something else."
"What's that?" Evan asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowed.
"It's about my company. I want to find out what happened at my workplace. I want to investigate, and I've gotten someone to help me."
"Oh!" Evan dropped his fork, his eyes widening at my words. "I don't think you should do that. It could be dangerous."
"I have to do it." I said, twirling my fork in my lasagna.
As I talked, a sudden change came over Evan, his demeanour changed entirely. His eyes widened for a brief moment, and he froze, as if time had momentarily stood still. I watched intently, my curiosity piqued by his reaction. Something seemed amiss; like something had struck a nerve in him.
As the silence grew between us palpable, Evan's phone started ringing. Swiftly, he reached out and snatched his phone from the table, his eyes fixated on the caller ID. The name on the screen seemed to have ignited a storm of emotions within him.
A mix of frustration and annoyance etched across his face as he hissed under his breath. In that moment, the jovial and carefree Evan seemed to vanish, replaced by someone burdened with unseen troubles. Without uttering a word, he rose from his seat and walked briskly toward a corner of the room.
My gaze followed him, a knot of concern forming in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder what call could evoke such a strong reaction from him.
Who was on the other end of the line? Why was he so bothered by the call?
My eyes stayed glued to him, observing him talk in hushed tones.
My thoughts drifted back to the mystery that surrounded him. There were moments when I caught glimpses of his secrets, hints of a hidden world beyond what he presented to me. His wealth, the extravagant lifestyle, the frequent unwanted phone calls—each piece of the puzzle added to my curiosity.
In the midst of my swirling thoughts, my phone chimed. I glanced down and saw an i********: message notification from Tyler. The guy I was trying to get to know. My lips curled upwards in a smile, momentarily distracting me from the mysteries surrounding Evan.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened the message, eager to see what he had to say.
"Hey Kotik" Tyler greeted with his signature charm and an emoji.
I raised an eyebrow, amused by the unfamiliar term. "Kotik?" I typed back, a playful tone lacing my words.
Tyler quickly replied, "Yes, it means 'kitten' in Russian. I thought it suited you."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his clever choice of words. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment then," I replied, my smile growing wider.
"So, how was your day?" He asked.
"It was okay, nothing peculiar, just at home trying out some beauty products my friend gave me."
"Beauty products?" Ryan typed back. "Aren't you already beautiful enough?" He added a winking emoji.
I rolled my eyes playfully at his cheesy text. "Do you flirt with every woman like this?"
"No, just you, Kotik," he replied, his words dripping with playful affection.
My heart fluttered at his sweet words.
"Lol, does this line usually work on other women?" I typed, teasing him.
"Why do you assume there are other women, Nia?" He sent an emoji of frustration.
We continued to chat and I forgot all about the unanswered questions in the room.
While I kept chatting and giggling with Tyler, Evan stormed into the room, his eyes bloodshot with anger. He immediately noticed me smiling at my phone, not registering his presence.
"Who is this?" Evan asked, snatching my phone from my hand. His knuckles turning white as he gripped the phone tightly, his eyes red with anger.
My eyes widened, my mouth opening wide as I wondered what had gotten into him.
A shiver ran down my spine as he eyed me angrily, ready to pounce on me any moment.
With fear and hurt, I mustered the strength to defend myself. "Evan, calm down! It's just a guy I met on i********:. We've been chatting, that's all."
Evan's face contorted with disbelief, his rage seeping into every word he uttered. "Chatting? This is more than chatting, Nia!" he roared, his voice echoing through the room. "He's sending you seductive videos, and you sit there watching with a smile on your face like a damn fool!"
My eyes widened in shock at the choice in his words. The sting of his insult fueled my own anger. "You can't talk to me like that, Evan!" I shot back, my voice quivering with a mix of anger and hurt.
"Oh, really?" Evan sneered, his eyes blazing with resentment. "You can get all cozy with a man you barely know, but I can't speak my mind?"
Confusion and hurt washed over me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Before I could respond, Evan threw my phone at me forcefully and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone and bewildered.
The room felt eerily quiet after he left, the tension lingering like a thick fog. I picked up my phone, my hands trembling. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.
Why was he acting strange?
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