Alistair's POV

The crowd cheered further, when she walked backstage, her pressure simply dragging me along with hers. Her hands were cold yet so warm. She intertwined her fingers with mine tightly. What was this fucking woman up to? Why does she continue to throw and act? What on earth is she implying? It was extremely difficult for me to keep calm but I somehow managed to. I wasn't ready to give in to her act. Not yet.

She took me backstage. It was small and cozy, not bigger than 8 by 8 feet. The room was dark, the only lights that beamed were that of the dressing mirror. Small bulbs were decoratively embedded on the boundaries of the mirror. They, however, successfully lit the room enough for us to watch each other's movement, but simply not enough for us to read out a script. Not that I, or apparently her were going to read something out loud. I tried to look away, paying little or no attention to her movements.

She closed the door behind her with her pointed heels, her hands still holding me close to her by a tight grip. She winked as she started to bask in my direction. She pushed me against the wall, as she started to bridge the distance between us. Slowly, yet steadily. I stayed still, real still, for which I think I deserve to be awarded. Her nose touched mine, our breaths started to fan each other. She tilted her head to match our heights. To make sure I was seeing her.

She let go of the grip and aggressively locked her lips against mine. I stayed still as I allowed her to bite my lower lip violently. The antagonism between us was anything but pleasant. I felt my core hardening but I managed to let my mind detour. I couldn't but I was at least trying to.

Evelyn could see me struggle as she pulled away. I gasped as I looked straight into her eyes. She looked coldly against it as she moved her hands towards my erection, simply caressing it, and finally cupping it. And, in a minute, she threw herself again,  battling her lips with mine. Biting and sucking it, using her tongue, asking desperately for me to open up. To kiss her back. To touch her, or even fuck her.

I controlled myself, it took every ounce of my existence to not kiss her back but I somehow held my horses. Quite literally. 

On gaining my consciousness, I shoved her away from me holding her breasts towards the other end of the wall of the room, making sure her back was clasped in contact with the wall. She moaned as she expected me to go further. To continue what she started. I, on the other hand, had no such intentions. I was disgusted by her very being. I bent my head and I took a small breath close to her neck. I could see her nerves tighten but she managed to stay still. I licked her collarbone as I uplifted my head again. Enough for her to be teased. 

My breath collided with her, and our lips almost touched but there was a small distance that both of us respected. Respected enough to maintain the separation. "Never in a million years, Eva. Never. Emphasis on Eva", I smirked as she placed her hands on my abs and pushed me away.

"I thought all you wanted was sex. I was offering you that, Alistair" she corrected her posture as she straightened her dress "For free. Emphasis on free", she chuckled.

"It's Mr. Dickman for you, Miss. Collins", I raised my brow after removing a handkerchief from my pocket. I dabbed the cloth on my lips, making sure I was dissolving away her touch. I didn't want her taste to linger in my senses but most importantly, I wanted her to witness that I didn't want her anymore. She almost gasped furrowing her brows but didn't utter a word.

She continued when she heard pin-drop silence. "Well, that was quite a show there, Alistair. Who knew there was more to the baby in you?", I coughed so she corrected, "Mr. Dickman. Apologies" she raised her brows as she ridiculed me. I was a fool to be affectionate towards her in the past. All my actions, which were merely out of love, were coming back to haunt me, to slap me in my face.

I was out of words. I opened my mouth to backfire, but I stuttered so I gulped my words. I wanted to say things, to shame her, to tell her what she was worth, but I couldn't. I was scared I would generalize it. I still held women in the highest of regards and I wouldn't let one filthy bitch fuck me out of my mind. Also, but most importantly, what if she was wired?

"My dick has its own preferences. It wouldn't want to land itself in the ground as filthy as yours. Kind of defeats the royalty, you see?", I shrugged moving my hand through my hair "Also, babe, it's going to be so much fun ruining you"

"We'll see who ruins who", she smirked. I moved my head backward as I heard footsteps ascending the room. Not to my surprise, Charles marched in. So this man-whore was involved. I wasn't wrong entirely. He stood side-by-side with Eva as he slid his hand behind her back. He patted her butt as he pinched her close to her through the same. Eva/ Evelyn/ whatever sure seemed uncomfortable but it was not the water I fancied swimming in anymore.

In a moment, Michael rushed in. "What's wrong here?" his arms stretched, his gun pointed towards Evelyn and Charles. I patter his back trying to calm his gut "Relax, we're just chatting here. You might as well be a part of this little group chat", he pulled himself backward and he adhered to my instructions.

I smiled at Charles "Now, care to say how you were involved with Miss. Eva? Netflix could document your little filthy self. I happen to know someone who'd be interested in your betrayal stories" I remarked sarcastically

"It's no mystery. I work for her father", he aired a kiss in her direction "Always have, always will", she smiled. I could tell that it was a fake one. I snatched the gun from Michael's hand as I trusted it on his forehead "Why the fuck did you fuck with my sister? Fuck you. Lay your hand one more time on her and I will kill you. I no longer care about the consequence. I did ask you to stay away from her. Not one time. Not two times but a million times. I would've spared you if Christine wasn't involved but now, I hope God saved you from me", Michael pulled me back but I pushed him away warning him to step aside. He abided.

"uh-hmm" Evelyn cleared her throat sarcastically.

"I never used you. It's a shame I had to say it out loud", I looked at her, with disgust in my eyes. Being a woman, she had allowed it, which by the looks of it she did.

"He's manipulating you, baby girl", Charles caught Eva's eyes. She eyed him, gasped, and swallowed her words. Baby girl. So they have been screwing each other as well. How shallow could you go, Eva?

It was Charles' word against mine which caused me an urge to scream. To feel powerless and powerful at the same time. I curled my fingers into a fist and knocked the air out of his lungs. He smiled. He fucking smiled. I punched his face, making sure his nose bled. He, to my surprise, didn't react but instead redirected my focus to the mobile screen. It read Pregnancy- Positive.

"You do not want to hurt the father of your sister's unborn", he chucked settling his hair. He blew a kiss in my direction opening his arms and gesturing for me to congratulate him. The audacity.

"You bloody son of a bitch. I will fuck you now and now", I picked the chair up in the air intending to throw it in his direction. Something stopped me. It wasn't Michael. It wasn't Eva, who was standing in one corner with a poker face. It was my father. He stood up shakingly, as he grabbed me by my collar. 

"I want you to calm down", he placed his hands on my thighs, still being seated on the wheel-chair.

"Now", he yelled again. No, I didn't stop because I was scared of him. I stopped because he was still under strict medical conditions. Any stress or anxiety won't do him any good. The doctor had strictly advised us to not cause him hypertension, as this would severely pave way for another attack. I couldn't knowingly throw my father under the bridge so I stopped.

We silently left the room knowing their eyes were glued to our backs. I gently glided the gun inside my pocket and placed a hand on top of my middle thigh to avoid any kind of speculations from the general crowd. I greeted and responded to the greetings warmly. A group of young teenagers extended their arms in order to take a picture with me. It felt weird, but I complied with their wishes, of course. 

It was a deadly silent ride on our way home. I sat next to Michael whilst he drove and dad took the back seat. It was mutually agreed to gather in dad's study to discuss the issue further. The personal issue before the professional one. Michael was allowed to share the table with us. In the past couple of days, he felt more homely and familiar than the friends I did have. Not that I object to Chace and Zack's friendship, it's just that he knew the situation better than anyone else and he helped us cope.

I rested myself on the chair and placed my elbows on the table waiting for dad to show up so that we could begin with the meeting. Dad stormed in, in a couple of minutes. "I believe this is an ad-hoc meeting so there's no agenda to follow"

I nodded. "You do realize Alistair that the whore is now the opponent. She is fucking Samuel Collins's daughter. I thought she was missing in action"

"You knew he had a daughter?" I questioned confused

"That's not the point. The point is my children don't know who to screw. The whore--"

"Eva--" I interrupted. Something yet stringed within me when someone disrespected her. "Apologies" I continued.

"How much does she know?" dad questioned

"Barely," I answered.

"You did screw her for quite a while, son. Think over", the word 'screw' genuinely annoyed me.

I collected my thoughts for a while to confirm my understanding. "I'm sure. Except for the fact that you were providing for the place and working jointly with her mother", I coughed "Owner-- I don't even know what's real anymore", I questioned him back using the same sarcasm in my tone. 

Michael twitched his brows, bewildered. I filled him with the details in brief. He gasped and nodded and gasped and then digested it all in. "I'll let William know, then? This seems like a worrisome situation to me" he questioned to affirm. Dad interrupted "till then, keep it in your pants for a while. can you?" and finally I got to experience the infamous taunts first hand.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Please do the needful", I replied back to Michael and completely ignored dad's remarks. 

"Coming back to Christine"

"Christine--" dad sighed heavily. "I'll deal with her", he continued.

"I insist. Let me. She needs to be taken care of. I think it's best for us to not question her choices now"

"Make sure she aborts" dad aggressively puts his head down. I could tell from his eyes that he was ashamed. 

"I won't promise anything. It's her body and hence her choice", I opposed.

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