Soar With Me (✔️)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

Warren

Evelyn looks perfect tonight. I can't tear my eyes away from her body but especially her face. Her makeup looks fine enough to kill a man. And then there's her dress. It fits her as if hundreds of seamstresses spent days making it just for her.

She looks beautiful. Not that she doesn't always. The woman is a fucking goddess. Her beauty is unreal. And I'm not the only one who's entranced by it.

Every man in the room has his eyes trained on her. They're stealing glimpses of her as if their lives depend on it. Like she's the oxygen they breathe.

I've caught several men ogling her and it took every cell in my body to not go over and pummel them to the floor. There are so many and I'm occupied with sending every single one of them a death stare. Some don't take heed and I'm taking note of their names so that I can deal with them later.

Contrary to my previous assumptions, our night has been going well. Evelyn is talking to me and getting to know me. I didn't expect that from her. In fact, I didn't expect anything from her. I thought she'd be walking beside me like a silent ghost.

"You okay?" I ask Evelyn as soon as Austin walks away.

"Yes, I'm fine. I could handle him, you know." My hand tightens around her waist instinctively.

"I never thought you couldn't."

Her eyes study mine like she's looking for something.

"Good." One damn word and my heart leaps in my chest as if I've won a fucking lottery.

"What's the matter with her?" I eye the little girl as we enter the hallway and escape the peculiar gazes of the crowd. 

"She's hurt. Do you think we'd be able to find a first-aid kit here?" Evelyn looks so worried as she rubs the girl's back. Almost like a mother.

"I always keep one in my car. C'mon." Uncurling my arm from around her waist I stride toward the back entrance.

On my way, I text Tristan to get the kit out of the trunk.

"How did this happen to you?" I hear Evelyn ask the girl.

"Anna pushed me down because she thought my dress was pretty." Tension grips the ends of my muscles as I think about how fucked up children are.

"That's so mean. Just because your dress is pretty doesn't mean she gets to do that. Did you hurt her back?" Evelyn asks quietly as we cross the kitchen and step outside.

"No." The girl says as she hugs Evelyn, her arms wrapped around her neck. 

"Sir," Tristan says and I give him a nod.

I open the door and help Evelyn inside before getting in after her. Turning on the light in the front I watch as Evelyn puts the girl on her lap sideways, and assesses her wound.

"Would it be okay if I take care of it?" The girl nods with a tiny smile.

I'm in awe of this woman. No one in the world captures my heartstrings like she does. It's like she is made for me.

"How old are you Genevieve?" Evelyn takes the tissue and cleans off the dirt from her ankle.

"Seven. I turn eight in August." Her hands are clasped in her lap as she looks at Evelyn.

"That's next month," Evelyn announces in a cheerful tone and the girl cracks a smile.

"You're pretty," Genevieve says, staring at Evelyn like she's out of this world. You're not the only one kid.