The extended honeymoon!

chapter-9

The door bell woke Evelyn up from one of her untimely afternoon naps. This was her second day at the hotel and all she had done was sleeping, other than eating food of course. Her only source of entertainment had been the television set in the living area. She stood up from the couch in the living area, where she had fallen asleep and went to the door to answer it. As she opened it, she knew that it would be room service with her cleaned clothes. She had been wearing the same dress since the day she had run from Carlton’s villa, and so she had decided to send it for dry-clean today so she could wear fresh clothes after two days.

She took her dress from the service guy and came back inside to change back into her clothes and retire the bath robe she had been wearing all day. She changed and came to stand in front of her dressing table and started combing her hair. Suddenly Jeremy’s thought sprang up in her mind. He hadn’t called or visited her since his previous day’s morning visit. She knew, mainly from her intuitions, that he was an intelligent person and he still didn’t trust her completely. But right now all she needed was his shield, to protect her, hide her from the world outside. Till now, she had been unable to think of any further plan, she had nobody to call for help or no place where she could be safe. The thought of calling Jake had felt tempting, but she knew her risks in the act.

She let out a defeated sign and looked at the mirror in front of her. A pale, almost lifeless face with defeated eyes, stared back at her, like a ghost, but rather than to be frightened of it, she somehow accepted it, like it was a part of her. Martha probably would have slapped her, if she would have seen her in this state, filled with no joy, feeling defeated. But she wasn’t here, nor was Lily and not even Jake. She was alone, with her destiny in her own hands, for the first time in her life and it was up to her whether she wanted to waste this opportunity or make something out of it.

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Who is she? Is she really the person, she so claimed to be? E….va, she had called herself, but is she really some Eva? Ahhhh! Why the hell am I thinking so much about her? She might just be another passing traveler or maybe even a terrorist, in any case, she should not matter to me.

Feeling utterly irritated with his own self, Jeremy infused his fingers into his hair angrily. Since the previous day, no actually from the moment he had met her, all he could think was her. He didn’t even knew why he was helping her to such great extents.

He got up from his office chair and walked to stand by the window. His Paris office was a bit smaller than his main office in New York, yet he had loved the comfort he usually received here but today not even the twilight sky outside could calm his inner self.

He took out his cell phone and dialed John’s number. He had asked him to find information on this girl, whom he still couldn’t bring himself to call Eva. The phone rang twice but then he finally heard his friend’s voice.

“Tell me some good news Simpson.”

“Oh God Jer! You still hooked up to that little girl?”

“Yup and so you better give me something interesting and worthy.”

“For Christ’s sake! You are there on your honeymoon and not to handle charity. What if some paparazzi are following you? What if they get to know that you are not spending your honeymoon period with Lana but rather wasting it on some charity case?”

“Mind your tongue Simpson! She’s not some charity case, for your kind information. I had offered her help myself. And speaking of that bitch of a wife that I have, she’s happy until she’s shopping her ass off and I’m happy until that lady stays far, much far from me. Now if you’re done irritating me, can I have the information I asked you for?” Jeremy asked impatiently.

“Ahh… I’ll never get you.” John said highly irritated. “I checked all the flight schedules from Mexico to Paris that have flown in, in the past week. There have been five entries with the name Eva but none of them match to the details you’ve given me about her. Still I’ve emailed you the photographs of these ladies. We need more than just a person’s and a place’s name, to get more information on her. Can you get that?”

“I’ll try that. I was thinking about visiting her this evening, so I’ll try and bring some information out of her.”

“Ya, okay. Wait, what?? You’ll be spending your evening with her. What if Lana finds out about it? You know she could develop a story about you sleeping around, so that it could be considered a breach in your contract and then….” Jeremy disconnected his call midway as he knew that his manager had started giving him another lecturing session.

He went back to his table and opened his laptop to check the mail John had sent. It took him less than five minutes to look into the five photographs and conclude that none of them looked like his ‘Eva’. He closed his laptop and stood in front of the table with his opened palms resting on it.

I need an excuse to drop by her hotel room this time. He thought. Oh shut up! You are paying for her stay, you can drop by anytime you want. His mind’s other half argued. What I’m suggesting, is called mannerism and so it’s a better option. His wiser side argued. Huh mannerism! She’s not lady Diana for God’s  sake.

“Enough! I need a reason to go there and I think I have one.” He said to himself and picked up the office intercom in front of him and dialed.

“Kate, in my office, right now.” He said and disconnected without bothering to listen to the reply. Kate was his assistant, who took care of his Paris office. Before he knew, there was knock on his door.

“Get in!” Kate got in with her notepad and pen in hand, to write down Jeremy’s orders and instructions.

“How can I help sir?” She asked a bit nervously, and just like her, everyone too in the office was afraid of his temperaments and mood swings.

“Kate, I’m gonna tell you some details and figures and then you have to get a beautiful dress accordingly.”

“For you sir?”

“Haha…. No, for a lady.”

Kate was a bit shocked to see him laughing but still felt relieved that he was in a fine mood. She opened her notebook and started writing down the details, her boss shared.