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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Drake
I could see the submission in her actions and her expressions. She was willing and ready; however, I, on the other hand, was a bit shaken by my reaction to her. There was an endless supply of women at my beck and call, so why had I allowed myself to stoop in this way just to get her attention? For the first time in a long while, I felt as though I had given my power away, like I was no longer in control, and I hated it.
No woman could make me feel this way, so I rose to my feet with my decision made. It would be a lot more difficult for her to change my mind than for her to change hers. I didn't bother responding, just as how she hadn't even bothered communicating clearly her train of thought and decision, so I headed for the door, much to her shock.
“Drake,” she called out; however, I didn't respond. It was a shame because I had been looking forward to using that room with her; however, there were a lot of things that couldn't be pushed aside for the sake of my desire, and my complete lack of control over one woman was one of them. I would rather deprive myself than be at her mercy, and I wanted the both of us to know that.
I exited the room but just as I did, the door to the spa room beside us opened. I didn't bother looking to see who it was, but when I heard the door to Evelyn’s room open as well, I realized that she had run out after me. I turned around to make sure that she was properly dressed and found that she was not. She did, however, have the towel around her, which was okay, but it wasn't tight.
“Get back!” I scolded her immediately, concerned for her before even turning to see the situation. I found that it was Victoria, and my worries were allayed. She wasn't important; however, when I turned and saw the look on Evelyn’s face, I realized that this probably would spell trouble for her.
She seemed so angry and forlorn at the same time as she retreated back into the room and then she slammed the door shut behind her. I understood, and in a way, I felt a bit responsible, and so I turned to Victoria. Her mouth was wide open, and she as well was in a towel.
“Um,” she smiled and boldly met my gaze. “I’m sorry for interrupting. I didn't know you two were?—”
“It's none of your business,” I told her, and her expression immediately changed. It darkened, and I could clearly see that she was incredibly upset. I didn't give a fuck.
“Do you understand what I mean?” I asked.
“If I hear this discussed beyond the three of us and amongst anyone at the party, I will know for
sure that you were the one who tattled, and I will, as a result, ensure that you’re immediately fired. Do you understand me?”
She glared at me, and then she released a deep breath.
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
“Good,” I said and continued on my way.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Evelyn
Holy shit. I was in a shit ton of trouble. At first, and after seeing Victoria, that had been the true source of my panic. But leaning against the door and hearing what he had said to her, how he had cared enough to protect me even though he was clearly pissed at me, my legs were currently weak. I was a mixture of anxiety and arousal, and I didn't know what to deal with myself. This was why this massage had been needed to calm me down, but now it seemed as though I was more riled up than ever.
I liked him. I liked him a lot. There was no looking away from that any longer, and so I had to figure this out. I couldn’t be careless and dismissive simply because it was easier than actually trying to work around something, even if it was my obligation to Aurora.
However, I didn’t know how to fathom anything concrete with him. In a way, he almost seemed larger than life, and thus I didn't know how to imagine myself with him. Not that he had been propositioning that, but with the way I was reacting to him, I didn't just want to cut off all possibilities to it. Sure, I was still unhappy about the fact that Aurora couldn’t have the exact wedding she wanted because of his interference, but their contention in this matter shouldn’t have to affect me. Or should it? It annoyed me for sure, but … but was it enough of a reason for me to stay away from him? I mean, Aurora didn't hate her brother. From what I had seen so far, and despite this, they were still quite cordial with each other or even friendly.
So, rather than assume and deprive myself, perhaps it would be better for me to actually discuss this with him and possibly even Aurora. However, I was nervous, but I was glad that I was considering it because I was at least open to more options. I looked around the massage room and couldn’t help but shake my head. What a prime location it had been for a lot of great things to happen. Yet I had ended up alone in it, staring at the wall, and so unsatisfied I wanted to scream.
I couldn’t possibly relax now, not after Victoria had seen as well. Sure, Drake had warned her not to be a tattle tale, but I didn't see how she was going to be able to keep this newly found info to herself. She was probably going to use it to find every which way possible to frustrate, mock, or even blackmail me, and ultimately, she might even tell Aurora.
There truly was absolutely no fucking way I could relax now, so I put my clothes on and headed out. After these spa sessions was lunch at a nearby restaurant; however, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wait till then. There would be too many eyes, so of course, it would be nearly impossible to reach him. Unless I reached out to ask for his audience?
I stopped at my locker as this idea came to mind and pulled out my phone. I wanted to call him, but I wasn't sure that I was able to sound coherent yet, so I texted him instead.
“Where are you, please?” I asked. I truly didn't want to sound so polite, but currently, I understood that there were a lot of eggshells between us, and I had to tread lightly. So, I sighed and added another line.
"I really hope we can talk. Please let me know.”
I sent it off, gathered my things, and exited the spa. However, twenty minutes later, there was no response whatsoever. I had expected it would be somewhat difficult to reach him, but the reality of it was much more disheartening than I knew how to accept.
The verdict had been given. My choices now were to either accept this and move on with my life like he so obviously had, or I could instead put down my pride for a little bit and reach out this time around? So far, he had been the one to do so; perhaps it was my turn?
Sighing, I pulled out my phone once again and thought of calling Anna, but there was nothing she could say that could help me make this decision. It had to come from me completely, and so, after giving things a few more minutes of thought, I contacted him. This time around, however, I didn't text him because perhaps that was easy to ignore, but a phone call for sure would be much harder.
