Insomnia

Conquest // Twenty-One

Days passed. Their beach trip was coming to a close.

They'd come back on Christmas Eve. This was already the best possible present she could ask for, but Cade was indeed Cade... She begged him not to plan anything, but he only said, 'okay' with a grin. Then she asked if he was lying and his response was, 'oh yeah.'

They still hadn't had sex, much to Evie's chagrin. Now she was the one begging and he was the one that told her no. She couldn't figure out why. He'd been begging her for weeks, why did he stop now?

Well, it looks like she would just have to seduce him.

How hard could it be?

She was very confused when Cade walked back into the room, arguing with someone in entirely fluent Italian. He had told her once before that he hated speaking it, as it was one of the last ties to his family, but he had learned it so young that it was ingrained in his system.

He paused, staring at Evie who was wearing a tiny red nightgown and had straightened her hair so it fell in beautiful loose waves over her shoulders. It took all of his might not to suck in a breath and look stunned by her moonlit glow. It almost made him forget how mad he was, but as Italian words passed his lips he couldn't ignore the tension it created in him.

The conversation soon ended and he angrily threw his phone on the couch.

He slumped in a chair across from her, covering his face with a hand. "My fucking cars!" He finally shouts, unexpectedly.

Evie was confused. Not even a linger?

"Bitches stole my Lexus!" He groaned. "They hit me right where it hurts every fucking time. I only have one left and I can't get any new ones."

A car.

He's upset about-

Evie wanted to smack him silly.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, fuck you too."

She does all this? Dressed up, shaved, plucked her eyebrows to perfection, puts on the most beautiful, delicate makeup look she could ever conceive, straightens her mane of hair, which took well over an hour, and all he can think about is his goddamn cars.

Dante was dead wrong. Cade didn't love her. In fact, she didn't even think he liked her anymore.

She storms off to the bathroom, tossing her red lace and silk nightgown in his face as he tries to follow her, then slams the bathroom door and locks it.

"Babe, I-"

He doesn't get a chance to speak, because Evie snatched her phone on the way into the bathroom and plays music as loud as it will go.

She was fuming. For five days he sidestepped every one of her advances, treating her to little more than a kiss on the lips. When did she become the pursuer? For months it had been Cade, and the second she said yes he wanted nothing to do with her.

He just wanted the conquest, and he fucking got it. Now that it's no longer hard, he wants nothing to do with me.

"Congratulations, Cade. You had Evangeline Marie Lacoste at your feet shamefully begging for sex, and you turned her down. You've won." She said to mostly herself.

"Sunshine, it's not like that." He pleaded through the door as Evie turned on the shower spray.

She threw open the bathroom door, striking him in the face. He fell back on the floor, looking up at her.