Chapter 11

Evie

I was horrified. He had gotten himself a private investigator to find me. There was no other plausible reason for him to know where I was in the first place.

“Answer the question, Mister Hayes,” I order, my tone becoming icy.

He continues fumbling over his words. “I- I can explain.”

That was all the confirmation I needed.

“Well, then. Please go ahead and explain yourself. I’m dying to hear what excuse you have in your incredibly expensive–looking suit jacket you have on,” I scoff.

He shakes his head, laughing tiredly.

“You practically vanished overnight,” he says defensively. “You didn’t text. You didn’t call. Hell, Evie. You had every reason to come and yell at me for what I did. But you just left. And no one in your family knew a thing. They didn’t even care. All of your stuff was just tossed on the front lawn.”

“I didn’t want to see you,” I explain flatly.

“I get that,” he says. “But seeing you the other night at the restaurant and bumping into you after the game, I had to set things right.”

“To make yourself feel better,” I laugh bitterly. “I’m not mad. I should’ve known better. You didn’t hide the fact that you were involved with other girls.”

“I wasn’t,” he says firmly. “I cut it all off before I even started talking to you. I wanted things with us to be different. I thought you were inexperienced.”

Fury burns through my veins now.

“You wanted things to be different, Timothy,” I ask, my voice shaking from pure unadulterated rage. “Did you really? Is that why you made that bet? I was just that special?”

“Evie,” he says, guilt filling his eyes again. “I didn’t-

“No,” I say sharply. Inhaling deeply, I start gathering my things. The workday wast

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over at this point. I could call it quits and Mister Erickson wouldn’t mind. “I think this conversation is over. And I don’t know. I might not even take the case. I don’t care if I’m thrown out of this firm.”

body was frozen. The space

of you to even hear me out,” he says finally. “Whatever you decide,

Timothy

that office. Those eyes that used to look at me so softly had become dangerously frosty. Why did I have to care so much? We both know I could have

want it.

I was, and still am,

bar break me out of my headspace. I move to the leg press, setting myself up for a personal record. I am angry enough that I know I would pull through.

eyes, letting the weight bear down on my legs before pushing it back up into resting position. About halfway through my set, my headphones are ripped from my head.

she asks sharply. “Who is

sigh, performing another leg press. Maybe she would get too distracted to remember

question,” she snaps

until you calm down,” I huff, locking up the machine so that I could get

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to be with me,” she fumes, pulling down the bottom of her skin–tight neon dress that left little to

Stella,” I scoff. “I said what I

lunges at me, pushing me back into the leg

you tell me,” she hisses, flashing

I say tiredly. “I’m not in the

“Her?”

being ridiculous,” I growl.

tell me it’s Evelyn,” she says

say, smirking

on her face. “For your sake,

Stella goes

me, tossing her hair over one shoulder.

laugh. “Don’t

her arms across her chest. I know my dad is still putting you through the ringer, but since you got the best captain thing, he has to let us bet together. And you’ll be on

snort, hopping back off the leg press and heading

is

head tilts, almost unnaturally.

grabbing my towel and wiping down my

would really

of the league,” she sighs.

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