The Arranged Deal✅ |COMPLETED|

Listening and all..

~~~Eve's POV~~~

Oh my goodness! My name sounded so good from his mouth. It was like I fell in love with my own name and I felt so nervous.

I looked at his head in my lap. His hair so soft. Even softer than Andy. Why didn't I touch them before? They were not in their mean position.
They looked relax. And even he.

Please! He requested me. The only time he said please to me on his own was on our second meeting. He seriously said please.
I tried to move away but I didn't want to. I was shocked at his behaviour. How can he?

But I wanted to stay. To stare at him. To make sure he is alright.

I hate him.

I felt a weight lifted off me followed by myself.

Someone caressed my cheek.
Oh! My fantasy.

Sometime later, I opened my eyes. I was lying on my bed.
Was it a dream? He.... He wasn't there?

Was he not?

I looked at my clothes.
Possibly...

I freshened up and went outside. Might be he left.

"Of my mom." I saw Mia talking to him.

"What the hell is going on here?" I shouted.
"Good morning Evel..." Oh say it!
"Miss Stanford." He corrected.
I pursed my lips.
"Mia? You're late. Leave." I said to her.
"Bye mom. Take care alright." She left.

He turned towards the stove.
"What are you doing?" I asked walking towards him.
"Actually I was hungry so..."
I stared at the pan. Water was boiling and something was in there.
"What is this?" I asked.
"It's um.. Noodles. They are not getting in the proper shape." He ranted.

My eyes widened.
"What the hell? Tsk..." I stared at him.
"You could have woken me up if you were that hungry." I folded my arms after turning the stove off. He looked at me.

"I thought.." He looked away.
"Speak up." I said rudely. Why is his hair so tempting?

"That you'll listen to me if I present you with breakfast." He completed.
"What?" My eyes widened as I slapped my forehead.

"Goodness! Move aside." I said discarding whatever there was left in the pan.
"Will you listen to me? Now?" He said.
I wanted to remain hard but he was just making it difficult for me. He asked that question so softy and then he stayed outside my house for probably four days. But still.

Ughgh! I'm so confused.

I remained silent.
"What would you like to eat?" I asked.
"Anything." He shrugged leaning on the counter. He could even pull off crushed formals.
"Like a punch." I muttered.
He nodded.

"Look at me." He spoke firmly.
"And who said I obeyed instructions?" I retorted. "I don't want to listen to you." I exaggerated.
"You are not meeting my eyes. And then you say what? You don't want to hear me out." He came near me.
"Stop testing my patience. I know you're dying to talk to me." He stared at me.