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Moreen picks up her daughter, and along with Topper and Evangeline, they make a beeline for our round table. Evangeline’s eyes fall on me. I wink at her, and not a second later, she blushes, and it turns her cheeks bright red. She pokes her tongue at me, and I can’t suppress my chuckle.
“What did I say, completely whipped.”
“Want me to call Jocelyn to ask her to bring back your balls?” I whisper to Prescott, while keeping my eyes on my gorgeous little neighbour until they finally reach our table.
“Princess,” I greet her, watching her take the seat next to mine.
“Chester.”
“How was the game?” I remember her complaining about how terrible Moreen is at tennis, which honestly surprises me. Moreen is a beast when it comes to sports. She works out daily, though her favourite sport is swimming.
“Good. I won,” she brags and looks directly at Topper.
“Did not,” Topper fires back. “I annihilated her.”
“What?” she says loudly, leaning closer to him. Her eyes almost bulge out of her head. Who knew Evangeline was this competitive? Though, I like that fire in all facets of her life. I wish I could have seen her play tennis that day. There’s nothing cuter than that button nose scrunching at her best friend.
Bloody hell. Maybe I do sound completely whipped?
“I won.” Topper scoffs loudly. Evangeline’s mouth falls open, and she slowly turns her head my way. A stupefied look on her face.
“Can you believe that? He thinks he won againstme. I’m a two-times tennis champion.”
“Of our neighbourhood when you were nine and ten years old,” Topper says with a mocking undertone. I chuckle when Evangeline rolls her eyes and blows out some air, making a few hairs stick to her lips.
“Don’t believe anything Topper says,” she whispers my way, and I slowly lean in before grabbing those silver hairs and moving them behind her ear. I let my hand run over her ear before cupping her flaming red cheek for a second.
That’s when I freeze completely. My hand is stuck on her soft cheek as her large brown eyes stare shockingly at mine, right before her shock wears off, and one of her small, innocent smiles takes over.
Oh fuck.
But even when I hear Prescott laughing softly, I can’t look away from my beautiful neighbour. Fuck, is this what it means to like someone? My heart sure agrees with the idea of liking her. My eyes fall on her lips, and I swallow, fighting the urge to close the gap between us. I want to fucking kiss those full lips. I want to feel them against mine. And when she wets hers, I know she wants it too.
Yeah, I’m whipped. Screwed a million times over because Evangeline is going to marry another man and damn does it bother me. I don’t want to share my princess with anyone. If things were different, I would even reconsider my no-relationship rule. Only for Evangeline. Only for her.
“Evangeline.” For a second time that day, I still. But this time, it’s not because of something that makes my heart beat that tiny bit quicker. My brain must be playing tricks on me because there’s no way the person whose voice belongs to dared to approach our table.
“Frederic,” Evangeline breathes out before her small hand grabs mine and pulls it from her cheek. She sits up straighter with her eyes wide open and in shock. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same fucking question,” Frederic snarls.
“Don’t talk to her like that.” I turn around quickly, and sure enough, her brother is standing close by. He’s dressed in a suit, and it makes me wonder if he was headed to work but decided to make a detour.
But it’s that face that makes me see red every single time. A pretentious glare, as if he’s better than everyone else even though he is the one who’s failing left and right.
Fuck, do I hate him.
My hands grow itchy, and I clench and unclench them. My focus is solely on Frederic. It’s as if a disease spreads inside me when he’s near. My hands grow heavy, and my shoulders grow restless. I hate him. For everything, but now, the only thing that continues to feed my anger is the way he mistreats his sister.
“Frederic, what are you doing here?” Evangeline repeats, but the tone of her voice makes me even angrier. She sounds guilty, as if her brother caught her making some huge mistake. But she’s not doing anything wrong. She’s having lunch, not murdering some passer-by.
Her healthy blush is gone, and nothing but fear is on her face. I feel my heart beating in my throat and my hands clench into fists. Evangeline should never feel this kind of fear for anyone. But it’s Frederic who created that reaction by fighting for the upper hand every single time he gets the chance.
My blood starts to race through my veins, and if he doesn’t shut up soon, I’ll lose it. He has it coming. He messed with my business, but when I compare it to what he’s doing to his sister, it’s ten times worse. It puts that first thing on the back burning because messing with the woman I like gets me riled up to an insane degree.
“She was gone this morning, so I started to look for my dear sister. Imagine my surprise when I see her having lunch with Chester Boyd.” He sneers while leaning closer to Evangeline.
“Fuck off, Frederic. It’s lunch. Nothing more.” I have the urge to shoot out of my chair and grab him by the collar.
