Evelyn's Girl | Lesbian Novel

XVIII

I was knocking on Evelyn's front door, something that filled my stomach with nerves. Then I was feeling everything in between because my knock was proving itself to be pointless.

I was leaning against the door, sighing when the sound of heels faintly clicked down the hallway. I held my breath, expecting nature-like eyes and faint perfume. Instead, I was staring at blue ones. Soft blue eyes slightly surprised by my presence. Ava embraced me before I could even process it.

"Cecelia! It's good to see you!" She gushed in the realest way possible. There was something earnest behind her voice as she smiled at me.

"It's good to see you too Ava."

Then she was glancing at Evelyn's door, "Her meeting is running late. I'm just dropping off some paperwork for an acquisition. Nothing fancy."

To my disbelief, Ava pulled out her keys and proceeded to unlock Evelyn's front door. The jealousy I felt was subtly coursing through my veins. She held the door open and grinned at me, "You coming in?"

I nodded and then we were standing inside Evelyn's empty penthouse. It was in its usual spotless condition as Ava's heels clicked against the marbled floors.

"Would you like a drink?" She asked after setting the papers on the countertop.

I hesitated before nodding, "Macallan neat."

Ava was stifling a laugh, pouring my glass whilst doing so. Her thin frame was reaching for a wine glass and then she was sipping on Moscato and sighing softly.

"She's rubbing off on you isn't she?" Ava smiled, somewhat observant of the manner in which I leaned against the countertop.

I'd hardly had a martini in weeks.

"Honestly, she is. I would've never imagined myself to be a whiskey drinker." I smiled, thinking about the times when we'd sipped out of the bottle. The memories were fuzzy, intoxicating, and damn near impossible to forget.

Ava was amused, "That's her specialty. If you're not careful, you'll catch yourself making those unreadable expressions too. Really, be careful."

I laughed and then we were quiet again. I remembered that Ava was indeed Evelyn's ex girlfriend. I also remembered that she had the key to her penthouse and that made me slightly less amused and a bit more jealous. I'd forfeited my rights to those emotions, the moment I kissed Theresa. It didn't mean I didn't feel them though.

"Would you like to go for lunch with me?" Ava's eyes were innocent, almost tempting as I thought about her offer.

"I should probably get groceries and head home," I admitted while Ava's smile fainted a bit.

She was almost effortlessly nonchalant, "Well a quick lunch won't hurt. We don't have to go anywhere fancy, I know a wonderful cafe a few blocks away."

For some reason, I said yes after that.

We made our way out of the penthouse and Ava was giggling like the Moscato had really done it for her. We stepped into what had to have been the nicest vehicle I'd ever been in. It wasn't like the town cars Evelyn was fond of. This was more complex with luxury leather seats the colour of baby blue skies. I wasn't as impressed as I was surprised when Ava slid into the seat next to me.

Her legs crossed as she started on her second glass of Moscato. I was impressed by the chilled glass coming from a mini fridge. She poured mine first as we ventured a few blocks past Eleven's flat.

Ava was wealthy but a different kind from Marcus and Marietta. Her wealth happened to show in small but impactful moments like this one. She wasn't an ass like Marcus. She wasn't a snob like Marietta. She sure as hell wasn't as refined as Evelyn.