“I'm not calling you a liar
Just don't lie to me
I'm not calling you a thief
Just don't steal from me
I'm not calling you a ghost
Just stop haunting me
And I love you so much
I'm gonna let you
Kill me”
- I'm not calling you a liar, Florence + The Machine

CHAPTER SEVEN

I popped a cherry in my mouth, crushing it in between my teeth. The sour taste made me tongue tingle deliciously as I savored it. I reached for a pink colored gloss and applied it on my lips, lightly pressing them together. It was subtle, but made my lips look soft and plump. Perfect.

I was wearing a white wrap dress that reached my knees. It was casual, yet enticing. My hair was up in a bun with a few strands escaping and falling over my face. I applied a little mascara as a finishing touch.

I was in my hotel room in Chicago and I couldn't resist the urge to go see Evan after the long flight I had. I was hoping to get to talk to him during the plane ride, but I didn't see him at all. He must be traveling first class, away from us commoners.

In a way, it was good though. No, it was great. I came late and went through the security separately to prevent my real identity from being exposed. No one could know that I wasn't Scarlett Stone. Thankfully, no one seemed to care or suspect anything at the airport. Mr Bates had stayed in New York as he had ample amount of work to deal with there. I and a woman from PR and a few other employees from different departments had traveled together.

I picked up the reports from my bed, a smirk forming on my lips at the thought of seeing him. He was going to regret all the teasing and playing he had put me through... I was going to make sure of that tonight.

I knocked on his door, waiting outside in the hotel lobby. My heart was beating wildly against my chest. After what seemed like a very long time, the door finally opened.

I sucked in a breath as my eyes wandered his body. He was wearing a jeans and a black t-shirt that fit his broad shoulders and muscular body like a second skin. His hair was wet from a shower and his scent was clean and earthy.

He looked surprised to see me there. "Ms Stone. To what do I owe your pleasure?" his eyes roamed my body before settling back to my face, his eyes slowly darkening.

Guess I wasn't the only one feeling hot and bothered. Good.

"I need your signatures on these reports." I held the reports in front on me, drawing his attention to them. "It's a bit urgent." I said lowly, my eyes sparkling with mischief, happily letting him know that it wasn't urgent at all.

"Is it really?" he laughed softly, licking his lips.

"Do you want me to come back later?" I challenged teasingly. We both knew he didn't want that.

"Why don't you come inside?" his voice was dangerous and daring, causing a delicious chill to run down my spine. "I mean, while I search for a pen to sign these urgent reports?" he took them from my hand, then held the door open for me, rather provocatively.

I held his gaze for a moment before slowly stepping inside, my shoulder brushing against his. I swallowed as I heard him shut the door behind me. My knees suddenly felt weak.

Evan was staying in the luxury suite. His room had a king-sized bed, exquisite furniture and artwork on the walls to add to the aesthetics. It had a balcony with the most- breathtaking view of the city.

"Wow," I breathed, staring at the city lights twinkling in the dark night. It was dazzling, chaotic and absolutely mesmerizing in every sense.

Evan appeared beside me, with two glasses of expensive red wine in his hands. He offered one to me with a playful smile which I gladly took, chuckling silently.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He opened the balcony door and we stepped out. I felt the cool wind hit my face and closed my eyes for a moment, taking it all in, feeling my body relax.

"It is." I nodded. I turned towards him, taking a small sip of my wine. "You must travel often."

"Now and then." he shrugged, bringing his glass to his lips. He took a large swig of his drink and sighed lowly, luxuriating in its taste. "I usually only travel for business so it's mostly just around America itself."

"You can afford to travel the world just for the leisure of it, yet you choose only to go on business trips." I stated. "That's unusual. Don't you ever feel like taking a break? You know, having fun?"

"I'm a workaholic in case you haven't noticed. But that doesn't mean I don't know how to have fun. And I'd love to prove it to you too." he winked.

"I'd like to see you try." I laughed.

We stood there in a silence for some time, just observing the city. It felt nice, kind of peaceful. It was late and starting to get cold. After some time, we went back inside and closed the balcony doors.

"Almost forgot about these." Evan took the reports he had kept on the table and after quickly going through them, he did his signature. "There." he turned around, his breath hitching slightly as he noticed how close I was suddenly.

"Evan," I whispered, my voice low and sultry.

His expression darkened with desire, his focus zeroing on my lips. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I took a couple of steps closer, my pace slow, deliberate. He leaned against the table and folded his arms, watching me with his intimidating eyes.

"What is it, Scarlett?" he asked, darting his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. We were only inches apart and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. The fire in his eyes. I placed one of my hands on the table behind him.

He inhaled deeply, unfolding his arms and standing up straight. I inched a bit more closer, until our bodies were nearly touching. Everything about him was so hot and inviting. I couldn't resist him even if I tried.

"Evan, I want.." I started, shivering slightly as I felt his hand brush against my waist. His fingers were rough and warm and it scared me that I wanted more. So much more.

"What?" he whispered huskily in my ear. His voice was thick with lust.

"I want you to.." I said restlessly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Mm?" he murmured, his gaze lingering on my lips. "You want me to?"

I shifted so my lips were hovering over his ears. I could feel his stubble against my cheeks, lightly scratching my skin. Our breaths were uneven in anticipation. I stayed there for a moment, letting the heated tension between us reach a peak.

"I want you to move out of my way so I can take these reports."

I quickly took a step back after grabbing the files from the table, my hip brushing against his as I did so.

He glared at me in shock, his nostrils flaring in fury, causing a victorious smile to spread on my lips. His jaw tightened. This was my payback for when he left me dumbfounded in his office, making me think that he was going to kiss me.

His eyes narrow as I cocked my head to the side, battling my lashes at him slyly. "My work here is done."

"I don't think so." his smile was wicked and dangerous.

I turn around to leave, but before I could take another step, he grabbed my upper arms and jerked me against his body. He shifted our positions so that my back was pressed against the table.

"If you want to play, we can play, Ms Stone. But don't feel bad when you end up losing." he whispered in my ear. His hips pressing against mine, making my loins heat up. I bit my lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

"I'm not used to losing." I sounded out of breath, which seemed to please him too much.

"Then you should get used to it." he whispered, his hands slowly gripping my waist. I gulped nervously as they started moving downwards. My breathing was growing heavier as his fingers moved past my hips and touched my bare thighs underneath the hem of my dress. A warmth spread through my belly. His touch was intoxicating and I needed more of it. I anticipated his next move, almost in desperation, but his hands slipped down and grabbed the pen stuck on the reports in my hand.

He stepped back, a taunting look on his face. "My pen." he held it up, enjoying my shocked expression.

"You—" I started in fury and embarrassment, my face turning red. Idiot. I was an idiot. It was final. Final.

"See, like I said, you should get used to losing." he laughed, winking at me in triumph.

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