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“Oh, Eva. You’re in big, big trouble…” she teases.
I shake my head, blinking rapidly. “What did I do?”
“You’ve caught the attention of the playboy,” she informs me with a bemused smile. “There’s nowhere to run now.”
“There’s always a way to escape,” I say, barely above a whisper. “I’ve escaped him once, and I can do it again…”
Iwantto believe my words. Ineedto believe my words.
We just need boundaries. So, they’ve been crossed a few times already. Big deal. All I need to do is treat him like my best friend’s older brother and remember the one I want in my bed is Marco.
And the best way to do that? Make these wedding appointments unbearable for the playboy.
Starting this afternoon…
CHAPTER 14
Aston
Madelina knows how to push my buttons without even trying.
Her reckless comment, you’regetting laid by a doctor, put me in a pissed-off mood for the rest of our meeting. Not only that, but I was also forced to listen to Madelina talk about dresses. Like I fucking care if she wears lace or not.
I insisted on joining Everleigh for this tedious task of auditioning music acts to prove a point—I won’t get bored. But now I’m standing here listening to middle-aged women play a Beyoncé song on their violin and cello.
Nobody willingly wants to listen to pathetic love songs.
I can’t think of anything worse.
Besides planning this wedding for my sister.
On the car ride over, Everleigh was quiet. It didn’t help that I also had a lot on my mind. After leaving the café, I received a call from an investor who pulled out because of the pending lawsuit. My father, of course, ignored my calls and insisted on hitting the golf course again.
Then there was last night…
The old man came home on a bender, and my mother was his target. She wasn’t there yet, but that didn’t stop him from calling Madelina. He so brutally informed her, “Your mother needs toget her ass to Cinnamon Springs because her absence is making me look like a fool.”
I knew my sister was upset, and all I could do was hide his bottles of liquor to stop him from drinking more. Eventually, he passed out in bed.
Everleigh sits on the leather armchair next to me, listening to Eunice, the woman who played the violin, explain the notes of the song. It’s hard not to succumb to boredom, especially when the conversation shifts to Beyoncé being the greatest artist of all time. It doesn’t stop there when other notable female artists are brought up, and then it segues to women’s rights.
I’m starting to think these two women are more than a musical duo.
Beside me, Everleigh leans over to whisper, “I know you’re bored. I can see it all over your face.”
“I’m not bored,” I correct her, straightening my posture. “I’m unable to comprehend why music matters so much. My sister is walking down the aisle. Shouldn’t the wedding march suffice?”
“A wedding is about emotions,” Carol the cello player reveals. “It’s about finding the deepest connection with one person and vowing to spend your life with them. Music brings out these emotions.”
Everleigh nods, but she’s trying to keep a straight face. I observe her side profile, the way her lips deliciously press together while curving upward. She appears confident and poised, making me want to play and have fun with her.
Just admit it… you want to see her cheeks turn pink with anger.
I clear my throat. “You’ll have to excuse Miss Woods. She’s not a believer in romance.”
Everleigh snaps her head in my direction as her mouth opens wide in shock. “I’m not the player who brings women to my fancy penthouse and doesn’t let them sleep over. What’s the longest relationship you’ve ever had, huh?”
I’m amused by her willingness to bite back so quickly, but truth be told, I’ve never had a relationship.I fuck—end of story.
