Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(68)

I want to tell him it’s how I feel about his dad, but I can’t, yet.

Instalove?

Whoa.

That’s not what I meant about Knox and me.

Is it?

“Okay, good chat, Dr. Phil.” Lincoln turns away from me.

“Night, Lincoln.”

He doesn’t turn back.

“Night, Eva.”

I look directly down at my feet and mutter to myself, “I know my space is already reserved for me down there in hell. I can hear you making my bed.”

Shoulders back, deep breath in, I shake my head.

Time to go home. A tornado of butterflies dances in my lower belly. I can’t wait to see Knox and spend the night with him.

Wait till I tell Knox about the Ewan voluntary layoff revelation.

What a douche canoe.

And me? I feel like such a fool.

I must have been the ultimate pushover wife.

Not anymore.

Wait until my lawyer finds out about this too.

Our girl group chat texts appear on my phone screen

Eden: Where are you?

Ella: Are you fucking Knox?

Beth: I thought it was Lincoln?

Ella: It’s not Lincoln! He’s still here in the bar.

Eden: Did you go home by yourself?

Ella: Tell us, Eva!

Beth: She’s not giving anything away.

Toni: Will you clowns shut up. I left the bar ’cause I am trying to get some sexy time in with my man. I haven’t seen him in weeks. I’m turning my phone off. I still want to know if you are fucking Knox though, Eva. ;) Beth: Does he make you call him daddy?

Me: *laughing emoji*

Eden: Text us when you get home to let us know you're safe.

Me: Will do.

Ella: Eva Wallace! You are deeper than the ocean.

Beth: She’s never going to confirm or deny.





“Then Matthew told me it was voluntary layoff he took. He wasn’t forced,” I say through a contented wide morning yawn.

Having slept on Matthew's surprising fact, I don’t feel so shocked about it.

“Which means he would have received a payout,” Knox says matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, but where is it? It never came into our bank account. He never mentioned money. His explanation was very different. Compulsory layoff, the firm had no money, so no payout. It makes no sense.”

It certainly doesn’t make a blind bit of difference to my current situation. Screw Ewan and his conniving ways. I will teach my sons to be wonderful humans. Unlike their father.

I turn from my side onto my back, stretching out.

I’m sore from our evening of bedroom gymnastics. It was so worth it. Knox can keep me up all night, anytime of the week. I don’t know where he gets his never-ending supply of zest from. Not that I’m complaining.

Returning to Knox’s house last night, he’d already popped open a bottle of champagne. We chatted for a while, stuffed our faces with finger food from the refrigerator we could easily shovel into our mouths, then he piped Bastille’s “Shut Off The Lights” on repeat through his integrated multiroom sound system, and we danced barefoot in his kitchen in the dark with only the moonlight shining through to keep us company.

Eros, the Greek god of love, doesn’t stand a chance. He’s so romantic.

Knox has already speared my heart with his golden arrow. I’m smitten.

Falling into bed later than expected, Knox worshipped my body. He kissed every millimeter of me.

Each one seeped deep into my soul.

He held on to me for dear life as he thrust into me with almost brutal passion, staring deep into my eyes as he entered me.

He wasn’t subtle. Throwing me into different positions.

The way he sucked on my clit ring like I was the best meal he’d had all day.

I loved every single minute of it.

He made me feel so sexy, so loved, so adored as he whispered how beautiful I am and how he loves my body as he ran his hands over my skin.

It was different from last weekend. Deeper, more emotional.

He’s even figured out what makes me come quickly and often, aligning his pelvic bone with my clit ring while raising my hips. He is a phenomenal lover.

The secrecy of our relationship appears to be increasing the intensity between us due to the excitement of being forced to play it cool by day and getting deep down and dirty at night as we share our shady hookups.

Or maybe it’s because of him. My very own filthy Greek talking lothario.

I’d love to know what he’s saying to me.

With his head in his hand for support, Knox props himself up on his side against the mattress.

“I feel like such a fool. I didn’t question Ewan at the time.”

“Because you trusted him, Eva.” Knox traces his fingertips over the skin of my arm.

“I did. Once.”

“It will all work out. Stop worrying.”

“You don’t know that, Knox. And I am worried. If I have to buy Ewan out of the house, then it will be a lot for me to take on. Ewan no longer contributes, I have many bills to pay for by myself.” I’m currently walking a fine line juggling my household bills.

Proportionally, there is enough money coming in to cover my outgoings every month. Fractionally. But we refinanced my mortgage several years ago when I invested in the dance studio. It almost broke us then. We managed with two incomes, and the dance studio started gaining traction and performing financially well, but my wages haven’t increased by that much. Our profits have but so have our staff costs and outgoings too.