Chapter 3: Is This Your Idea Of Peace Offering?

Evonne was beyond insulted. The wine and champagne she had consumed earlier fueled her anger, and she acted impulsively. In a fit of rage, she stormed towards Seth and to the sexy bimbo, determined to put an end to their flirtatious behavior once and for all.

With a mask covering her face and bunny pajamas adorning her body, Evonne made quite the entrance as she charged towards them. The expressions on their faces were priceless as she snatched the blonde away from Seth with a force that sent her tumbling backwards.

As she got closer to Seth, the strong scent of whiskey filled her nostrils, further fueling her anger. In a moment of desperation, she even threw the saucer she was holding at Seth, but he deftly dodged it with ease.

Evonne saw the blonde had left her purse on the floor. She grabbed it and threw it outside, surprising the blonde. She slammed the door shut. Then, she remembered something, so she quickly opened the door and yelled, "You better hope I never catch you with him again, you fake bitch! He's married to me now, and I don't share!" She slammed the door once more and went to Seth, who looked confused. She landed a hot slap on his cheek and watched as his eyes filled with fury becoming so black, she felt her bravado slim a bit.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Any other night Seth! Any other night I’ll accept you were sleeping with other hoes but not on my wedding night! I don’t care what you think or what you’re going to say, but no bitch is laying afoot in this house to fuck you! Or get fucked by you!” Evonne shook her head, realizing she had gotten off track.

The muscle in his jaw twitched, as she realized she had made a terrible mistake. Her body was on autopilot, and she felt powerless to control her actions. She watched as he stormed towards the door, but she was determined to block his exit. She braced herself against the door frame, grateful that the architect had designed it to be sturdy.

“Move, Evonne,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. The sound of him saying her name sent shivers down her spine and evoked a completely different response in her body, and she had to clench her thighs.

“Move, or the deal is off,” he warned, trying to rein in his anger. Despite the danger she felt, she couldn’t deny the thrill of being so close to him.

“I’ll tell your grandfather what you did on our wedding night!” She threatened, daring him to back down. She waited for him to retreat, as he usually did when faced with the threat of his grandfather’s disapproval. But this time, his dark, emotionless eyes met hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She was the first to look away and hated herself for it. Despite her defeat, she refused to back down. “I’m not letting you go with your damsel in distress tonight Seth,” Evonne declared, her voice firm and final.

As if finally pushed to his limit, Seth’s hand shot out towards her as if to strike. Her body instinctively recoiled out of old habit, but instead of hitting her, he punched the door above her head with such force that she felt the vibrations throughout her entire body. He turned and stormed up the stairs without a word, taking them two at a time. The sound of his door slamming echoed through the house.

Still trembling, Evonne stumbled over to the door and locked it, just in case the bimbo decided to try to break in. She made her way to the kitchen, where she had left her cake, and sat down to catch her breath. Despite the adrenaline still rushing through her veins, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of victory. She had stood her ground, even in Seth’s wrath.

As she took it out of the freezer and saw less than half of it left, she decided to take some to her dearly beloved husband.

‘Did he go into his office or his bedroom? Logic says he’s a workaholic and should be in his office, but he was drunk, so maybe he blacked out on his bed with his tie barely removed and his shoes still on.’ She chuckled a bit at that thought.

She sliced half of what was left and took it to him, hoping he liked the cake and wouldn’t throw it away because she’d go batshit on his ass. She took the stairs slowly, debating whether it was a good idea. The guy didn’t even like her. Should she wash her face first? No, the cake will melt if she takes too long. And she knew for a fact she’d take a lot of time washing this mask off.

She knocked on his bedroom first since it came before his office. There was no response. She knocked again and slowly pushed the door open, poking her head inside. It was empty. Evonne got her whole body in and went inside, and maybe he was in the shower. But the door was open, and it was also empty. Logic won.

She went down the hall to the last room and knocked twice before she heard a groggy invite in. She opened the door slightly and stepped in.

“I brought some cake for you,” Evonne said slowly with a smile, unsure if there was anything else she was supposed to add.

He looked at her suspiciously as if she’d poisoned the cake or something. She placed it right in front of him.

“Is this your idea of a peace offering?” he poked at the cake suspiciously with the fork she handed him. She didn’t know what he wanted to hear, and she didn’t even have anything to say at all.

He took the plate and put it aside. For a moment, her heart skipped, thinking he would throw it or something of the sort.

“It will melt if you don’t eat it now.”

“Just take it back to the freezer then, I’ll eat it later.”

“I can’t promise you’ll get it.”

He sighed exasperatedly and put his files aside. He was being weirdly compliant. She’d enjoy this side of him while it lasted.

“Will you just stand there and watch me eat it?”

Uuumm, that was the plan originally, but that’s not what she said out loud.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” Evonne started reaching for the door before he called her back.

“Take a seat. Join me.”