A Wifey for the Bad Boy(49)

“Does that include you?”

His eyes widened. “Especially me. But Zoe you’re hurtin’. I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not fair to either of us.”

I nodded, understanding. I hadn’t known he thought of me as anything other than a kid. Instead, I brushed my lips on his and smiled when his eyes fluttered shut. “Thank you,” I whispered. Any other man would have taken advantage of the situation. Instead, Evan held me close until I fell asleep, and when I woke up the next morning he was gone from my bed.

I took my time in the shower, washing away all of the hurt. I needed to bounce back. There were so many things I had to do to get my life back. I dried my body and slid on my cutest panties. I wanted to feel sexy, because I certainly hadn’t felt that way in recent days. Wes hadn’t touched me much for the last few weeks, and now I understood why. He wanted thin, and that wasn’t something I was. I had always been a bigger girl, and that never seemed to bother him. I thought he loved me. It turned out I was very wrong.





Chapter 2

When I went into the kitchen, Evan was making breakfast. The scent of eggs, maple, and sausage filled the air and my stomach rumbled. I loved food and I especially loved Evan’s cooking. “That smells good.”

He turned around and his eyes widened slightly. I was wearing a halter dress and between my breasts was a ring for the keyhole look. The dress was striped and airy. It was one of my favorites that I hadn’t worn in a long time.

“Morning, Evan,” I said and smiled. I felt much lighter. In the shower, I sobbed and cried my last tear for Wes. I knew it would be a while before I actually felt better, but it was a good start. The look on Evan’s face was enough to give me a little boost in my self-esteem.

“You look beautiful, darlin’.”

“Thanks.”

“Hungry?”

I nodded and sat down. He placed a plate in front of me and I licked my lips. It had been too long since I’d had his cooking. Wes never cooked and he didn’t like the kinds of foods I did. I wasted no time digging in and blushed with a mouth full when Evan chuckled. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Don’t worry about me. I love how much you enjoy my food.”

I nodded, smiling. “You’re the best cook ever.”

“Your dad called this morning.”

“Oh?”

“I didn’t tell him you were home, and he extended his trip, so it looks like it’s just you and me for a while, darlin.”

I licked my lips and smiled. “That could be fun. Dad will only tell me to get over it. I know I need to, but I’m not him. He’s more emotionless than I am.”

He watched me while I ate, and then he stabbed his fork on my plate and took a big bite. Our eyes stayed locked, and it was almost like we were communicating without saying a word.

“Your dad won’t be happy if he finds out.”

“I’m a big girl. He doesn’t need to know everything about my life, and I certainly haven’t told him everything. Hell, you know more about my life than he does.”

“Really? I don’t know enough about you though.”

“Looks like we get to change that, now don’t we? You didn’t tell Dad because you knew that if he knew I was back because Wes cheated, he would have come home.”

“And then I wouldn’t have the time with you. You’re right. I’ll admit that I want you to myself.”

“How come you’ve never said anything before?”

“You had a boyfriend, darlin’. I don’t over step.”

“I see.” When I finished eating, he took the plate and finished what I’d left and rinsed the plate before putting it in the dishwasher. I realized how domestic we seemed, and I found I sort of liked it.

After the kitchen was done, I went to call my boss. I sat at my nook and looked out the window as I explained why I had up and left.

“I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have left without notice—”

“Oh Hun, I understand. It really screws me for this week, but I would have done the same thing.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

“I’ll be sure to spit in the next coffee he orders if it’ll make you feel better.”

I laughed. “Nah, but that would be funny.”

I hung up a few minutes later and realized Evan was standing at my door. “Do you want to get out and do something? It’s better than hanging out in here all day.”

I didn’t want to, but I nodded anyways. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to help me keep my mind off of Wes while also taking me out.

I followed him outside and let him lead me to his car, open the door, and make sure I was buckled before he even shut the door. He was a gentleman. When he got into the driver’s seat, he smiled as he pulled out of the drive. I put my hand on his thigh and his body tensed, but then he put his hand over mine. “You know what this is, right?”