The announcement of Lucas’ impending marriage fell upon him like a sudden downpour, leaving him drenched in confusion. His father, Mr. Davis, had an inexplicable eagerness for Lucas to enter into matrimony, which only intensified Lucas’ bewilderment. “But Dad, why this sudden insistence on my marriage?” Lucas questioned, seeking understanding in his father’s eyes. Perplexed, he couldn’t fathom the underlying reasons driving his father’s urgency.
“Lucas, if you recall, I had already urged you to marry years ago when Evan tied the knot,” Mr. Davis revealed, accompanied by the presentation of some documents. “Take a look at these,” he continued, handing Lucas the papers, which carried the weight of his father’s will. As Lucas scanned the contents, his eyes widened at the revelation. “According to my will, the remaining share of the company will go to the firstborn grandchild. Currently, Evan holds 63% of the shares in his name. However, if Evan and Aubrey have a child, you won’t receive a single penny,” Mr. Davis cautioned Lucas, leaving him to grapple with the gravity of the situation.
Lucas turned his gaze to his father, searching for answers amidst the complexities of inheritance and familial duty. “But Dad, I have no interest in the company or its shares. Acting is what makes me happy,” Lucas retorted, trying to convey his genuine desires amidst the rising tension.
Frustration tainted Mr. Davis’ voice as he responded with a sharp retort, “What do you gain from mere acting? Just get married and have a child. I have my doubts about Evan and Aubrey’s marriage, and if my suspicions are confirmed, I will expose Evan’s true nature to the Board of Directors. I’ll regain control of the entire company, removing him from power,” he declared before departing, leaving Lucas to grapple with the weight of his father’s expectations.
Sighing heavily, Lucas held the papers in his hands, their contents still echoing in his mind. “Aubrey and Evan’s child,” he murmured, his frustration evident as he crumpled the documents and tossed them aside. The thought of Aubrey bearing Evan’s child irked him, stirring emotions he wished to suppress. He didn’t desire this outcome; he didn’t want to entertain the notion of a child born from Evan’s union with Aubrey. Their connection seemed unjust, as if teasing his heart with a forbidden attraction.
The first time Lucas laid eyes on Aubrey, he was captivated by her exquisite beauty, an enchanting sight that left him spellbound. A strange flutter stirred within his chest, igniting a flame of unfamiliar emotions. Yet, as he discovered her true identity as his sister-in-law, he convinced himself that such sentiments were forbidden, bound by the shackles of familial boundaries. Still, a sense of sadness and anger gnawed at him, fueled by the mistreatment he witnessed from Evan towards Aubrey.
“I have no desire to claim anything that belongs to Evan. My mother has already taken everything from his mother. All I yearn for is to find my rightful place within this family,” Lucas whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his convictions.
Aubrey’s Point of View:
The evening cast its gentle veil over the world, and I found myself drawn into the captivating rhythm of the approaching twilight. Lost in my thoughts, my phone chimed, pulling me back to reality. Evan’s message adorned the screen, and a smile painted itself on my lips as I read his words: “Come to the office when you’re done for the day.” Curiosity mingled with excitement within me, wondering what could have prompted Evan to summon me to his office. Eager to unravel the mystery, I swiftly prepared myself and soon found John waiting for me. His warm greeting embraced me, and together we embarked on the journey towards Evan’s realm.
As the office door swung open, the room revealed itself shrouded in darkness. Silence greeted our entrance, leaving an air of emptiness. Tentatively, I ventured forth, opening the door to Evan’s inner sanctum, and called out softly, “Mr. Evan.” The room remained dimly lit, with Evan standing near the window, illuminated by the tender touch of moonlight. An ethereal glow surrounded him, enhancing his already striking features. He turned his gaze towards me, and his voice resonated with a hint of impatience as he uttered, “You’re here.” I approached him cautiously, sensing a subtle urgency in his words. “I didn’t come in immediately. I thought you weren’t here since there was no one around, and the lights were off,” I explained, averting my gaze, unsure of how to meet his eyes.
Without warning, Evan enveloped me in a tight embrace, catching me off guard. “I couldn’t wait to do this,” he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and anticipation. Momentarily taken aback, I hesitated, feeling the absence of any other presence around us. “But there’s no one here. Why are you…” I began to whisper, my words trailing off as his lips met mine, silencing my inquiries. The kiss, electrifying and intense, left me bewildered as I tried to comprehend the motives behind his actions. “Can you keep your eyes closed when we’re kissing?” he requested, his words infused with a desire that stirred something deep within me. Conflicting emotions surged within, urging me to decide whether to surrender to his touch or resist. In the end, I closed my eyes, succumbing to the intoxicating allure of the moment. My hand found its way to the nape of his neck, and I eagerly reciprocated the kiss, our lips melding in a fervent dance. The taste of his cologne enveloped me, while the exploration of his tongue within my mouth set my senses ablaze. It became a heady rush, overwhelming in its intensity, making it difficult to catch my breath.
As the kiss lingered, Evan pressed me against the wall, deepening the connection between us. His hand encircled my waist, drawing me closer to him, fusing our bodies in an embrace that defied the boundaries of mere pretense. We broke apart, our ragged breaths punctuating the charged atmosphere. The weight of curiosity tugged at my heart, and I could no longer contain my questions. “If we’re only practicing, shouldn’t we do it at home? Why did you call me to the office?” I yearned to comprehend his motives, to decipher the intricate layers of this enigmatic charade we were engaged in. “You must be mistaken. I didn’t call you here for practice. You have more eyes on you than you realize,” he unveiled, a smile curling at the corners of his lips—a provocative smile that conveyed his desire to assert dominance. “So, get it together and think of it as acting,” he urged, grounding me back into the realm of reality. This was no fairy tale, but a carefully crafted illusion, a contract that bound me to fulfill his desires. The truth stung, but I must face it. Summoning my resolve, I rose on my tiptoes and kissed him once more, surprising him with my boldness. After a brief pause, he reciprocated, his lips trailing down my jawline, then settling on my neck. Waves of pleasure coursed through me as he teased and nibbled at my sensitive skin. My grip tightened on his shirt, desperate to hold onto something tangible amidst the whirlwind of emotions.
Suddenly, the intrusive sound of Evan’s phone ringing pierced the air, causing me to flinch. Oblivious to the interruption, Evan continued his ministrations, paying no heed to the call that clamored for attention. “Mr. Evan, your phone,” I reminded him, hoping to break his focus. Dismissing the call, he persisted, his hand daringly venturing beneath the fabric of my top, causing my heart to race. Startled, I mustered the courage to voice my concerns, my voice quivering with apprehension. “You’re not actually thinking of… proceeding, are you?” I asked, my fear palpable. Silence hung heavy in the air as he withheld his response, leaving me to grapple with the uncertainty of his intentions. With a firm resolve, I pushed his hand away, creating a semblance of distance. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a wicked desire. “The plan isn’t to showcase how perfectly suited we are as a couple. It’s to exhibit the depths of our carnal desires,” he declared, his touch returning to caress my cheek. Stuttering, I pleaded, “M-Mr. Evan… We’re supposed to be husband and wife. It doesn’t feel right for you to keep calling me ‘Mr. Evan.’ From now on, you can call me ‘Aubrey.'” With a tender gesture, he kissed my forehead, then my eyelids, and finally my cheeks. Overwhelmed, I squeezed my eyes shut, my hand resting tentatively on his shoulder. “Alright, please stop,” I implored, my voice betraying a mix of desire and trepidation. “I will, after you call me Evan,” he responded, his voice commanding. In a moment of surrender, I let out a soft moan as he nipped at my neck, the sensations eliciting a swirl of conflicting emotions. “E-Evan, please stop,” I managed to utter, and he relinquished his hold.
Just then, a knock echoed through the office door, abruptly halting our encounter. Pushing Evan away, my heart pounded in my chest, my senses reeling from the sudden interruption. “There’s someone outside,” I informed him, my voice trembling. Unfazed, he directed me to ignore the presence, urging me to calm myself and prepare to depart for home. “That’s enough for today,” he asserted, his voice holding an air of finality. Opening the door, he addressed the visitor on the other side, though their identity remained concealed from my sight. Evan turned back to me, his gaze piercing through my bewildered state. “John will drive you home right away,” he stated, leaving me alone in the office, a whirlwind of confusion and desire swirling within me.
