Her Precious Baby

Angeline knew there was no way out of it. Hence, she gritted her teeth and bit the bullet.

“Yes, I do like you.”

Evander’s eyes sparkled with joy upon her words. He brushed her cheeks with his long slender fingers.

I can finally protect Angeline as her boyfriend.

To him, it felt better than signing a million-dollar contract. This feels magical.

However, Angeline frowned and turned away to avoid his touch.

“Mr. Golding, I know where I stand. So what if I like you? Have you ever thought of our future?” she sneered.

“I will make our relationship publicly known if you’ve thought this through.”

Evander enunciated as if this was the only way to show his sincerity.

“If you make our relationship public and your grandma objects, just like Sylas had said, are you going to turn your

back on your family for my sake?”

Angeline’s tone was dead serious.

She couldn’t tell if Evander really liked her or if he simply found a sense of ty in her.

What would I do if Evander lost interest in me one day and wanted to get out of my life?

She thought Evander would pull away after hearing her out, but instead, he cradled her face between his hands and

locked eyes with her.

“Angeline, you’ve got to have more self-confidence. You have a great family background.”

Instead of making empty promises to protect her, he gave her gentle words of encouragement and reminded her

that she would be perfectly fine even if she were alone.

This was the answer Angeline needed to hear.

Her walls came crumbling down as she pursed her lips and stared at the love and tenderness in Evander’s eyes.

Angeline wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Thank you.”

For your understanding and your words of encouragement.

Suddenly, he pressed his body against hers, pinned her against the bathtub, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her

kiss had ignited his lust.

“Do you know what happens to those who try to seduce me?” His voice was hoarse, and his breath was short and

raspy.

Angeline submitted as she lay under him. She looked mesmerizing with her blouse fully unbuttoned and brown curly

hair scattered over her shoulders.

“I’d love to try.”

Her voice was soft and alluring.

The next day, Angeline slept in till noon. Her body was aching all over by the time she woke up.

Frowning, she rubbed her eyes groggily and instinctively reached out for her phone.

It’s eleven thirty already?

She shrieked when she saw the time on her phone screen and scrambled out of bed.

Realization dawned on her as the cold air hit her skin. She quickly lifted the covers to check on herself and was

instantly filled with regret when she saw the two hickeys on her neck.

My gosh! I’ve miscalculated. I should have held back last night instead of letting Evander have his way with me.

Angeline wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole as she recalled the intense sex they had had

last night.

She took in her surroundings and gritted her teeth when she noticed Evander was nowhere to be found.

How could he go to work as if nothing had happened after that intense sex? It’s not fair.

After washing up in the bathroom, she put on her shoes and headed toward the living room. She spotted Francesca

coming out of the kitchen with some dishes on her way there.

“Ms. Sorelle, you’re awake.”

“Yes, sorry for sleeping in. I’ll help you out.”

Angeline blushed. She hurried over to help Francesca with the dishes to avoid being awkward.

“No need. I can handle this myself. It’s perfectly normal for you youngsters to sleep in.”

Francesca chuckled and gave her a meaningful look.

Even though Angeline had spent the night in the Golding residence before, this was her first time coming out from

Evander’s room.

Moreover, Evander had instructed her not to disturb Angeline’s slumber early in the morning. It wasn’t hard to

imagine that they had been going at it all night.

Angeline turned beet red as Francesca gave her a knowing look. This is embarrassing.

“Ms. Sorelle, please head to the dining room. It’s almost time for lunch. Mr. Golding is waiting for you.”

Evander? He didn’t go to work today?

Feeling puzzled, Angeline quickly followed Francesca into the dining room.

And, lo and behold, Evander, dressed in a casual white top, was sitting at the head of the table meddling with his

phone with his legs crossed.

He raised his head when he heard her enter the room and gave her a meaningful look.

“You’re awake. I thought you would sleep in until Floretta comes home from school.”

Angeline looked at him coyly. “Jeez. Why didn’t you get Francesca to wake me up?” she said begrudgingly.

“Couldn’t bear to.”

Evander crossed his arms and scrutinized the hickey on her neck.

“After all, you’ve endured a lot yesterday,” he teased.

“Shut up. This is… embarrassing.”

Angeline quickly reached out and covered her hickeys with one hand and gave Francesca, who was busying herself

with some household chores, a nervous glance. She was still shy and reserved about her sex life even though she

wasn’t eighteen anymore.

“What are you afraid of? There are no outsiders here.”

Angeline fumed as she stared at his nonchalant attitude.

“Just look at what you did. Can you be any more shameless?”

Evander picked up a glass of water from the table and took a sip. He looked at her innocently and shrugged upon

her words.

“This is totally out of my control. Moreover, you showed even more enthusiasm than me last night.”

With that, Evander tugged at his collar and pretended to scratch his collarbones.

Angeline inhaled sharply as she caught sight of the hickeys on his body.

D*mn it, he has two more hickeys than me. Is this really my doing?

Angeline laughed awkwardly, pulled the chair in front of her out, and sat down. Clap! She then put her hands

together and pretended she was having the time of her life.

“My, my, this smells delicious. I feel so hungry after sleeping in.”

With that, she picked up the cutleries and dug in before the remaining dishes were served.