Chris Evans is ready to take the next step with his longtime girlfriend, Billie Bryant. But what happens when a troubled past and dark secrets get in the way of their happy ending
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CAUTION: strong sexual content ahead, NSFW. So this is a warning for those not comfortable with reading smut
Billie sat on the edge of the tub, smiling at the random texts from her family back in Kentucky, who were excited that she was attending the Golden Globes. And while Chris' team worked their magic on him in the other room, she couldn't help but to feel weird about all of this. It was just a few years prior that she working as a reporter for Collider and she had to provide coverage for the same event. And because it was a last minute assignment, she had to scramble for a proper dress from a random thrift store and she had to do her make-up in the car on the way there. But now the tables had turned and she was fortunate to be part of this amazing night with the love of her life. But it was still a hard pill to swallow.
Chris shared her nervy energy because he had to present an award and there was something about awards shows that always gave him brain noise. Plus he knew that he was going to be bored out of his skull because he wasn't set to hit the stage until two hours after the show's start. But he was happy that Billie agreed to join him especially since he knew that she wasn't a fan of these things and she hated being the center of attention.
After he finished getting dressed, he quietly knocked on the bathroom door, pulling Billie from her worried thoughts.
"You're not pooping or anything, right?" Chris asked through the other side of the door.
"Very funny, jackass." She yelled back.
Then she quickly threw on her bathrobe and opened the door. And she swooned at the gorgeous sight of him in a dark blue tux and crisp white shirt. His beard was trimmed to perfection and his hair was slicked back which made him look exceptionally debonair. She straightened out his bow tie and felt that familiar warmth between her legs as she took a deep inhale of his intoxicating cologne.
"You clean up pretty well, Evans." She teased.
"Thanks doll." He said in a low but enticing tone.
He made his way into the bathroom and she noticed he was holding her dress for the night. Chris loved the way her eyes lit up once he handed her a custom made dress by Stella McCartney. It was a floor length silk gown with a plunging sweetheart neckline and a tantalizing low cut design in the back. And its clean line silhouette was perfectly made to showcase all of her curves in all the right places.
"Wow, I still can't believe how stunning this looks." She squealed and then she carefully hung the dress behind the door. "And you don't think it'll make me look like Mortica Adams? Or that it's too boring because it's a black dress?"
"No, it's perfect." Chris responded. And suddenly he handed her a large black jewelry box and said, "But I got you a little something for some added flair."
Billie wrinkled her nose as she took the box from him and her heart dropped into her stomach once she discovered that he rented a vintage diamond jewelry collection for the occasion. But he told her to not get too excited because it would have to be returned in the morning but she didn't care. And she actually felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, despite the fact that she wasn't a hooker.
