Dear Eva,
He stepped closer to me, his eyes flicking between mine and Stan's like he was ready to pounce on Stan and beat him up.
I didn't mean to cause a quarrel between them—I just wanted Stan around.
Stan stuttered, glancing at me for help. I tried to signal him with my eyes, silently begging him to just say yes and come to the party. That was my main concern, not Kingsley's anger.
"She told me that's what everyone calls her," Stan blurted out, completely selling me out.
"Eva dear, is that true?" Kingsley asked ad he turned to me, his tone suspicious.
I laughed and quickly nodded. "Of course," I said. I wasn't about to sell Stan out. "I thought it was normal for everyone to call me Dear Eva." I laughed nervously.
"You shouldn't allow others call you that name, okay?" Kingsley said as he stroked my chin. If I didn't feel my temperature rise in anger at that moment, I'd be the biggest liar on earth.
Still, I insisted that Stan come with us, and after a little convincing, he finally agreed to drive us there and return immediately. That was more than enough time for me.
Kingsley led me out, cracking dry jokes and laughing loudly. I faked a chuckle here and there just so he wouldn't feel bad.
When we got back to my desk, he promised to return soon to pick me up so I could get dressed for the party. Then he left, and I was finally alone with Fifi.
"What happened?" Fifi asked, clearly curious after noticing my mood.
I spilled everything—how Kingsley had acted, how I really felt about Stan. Fifi burst into laughter so loud it made me regret opening up to her.
"Errand boy? Like the room service guy? Eva, you are finished!" she laughed uncontrollably. "A guy you just met, you already have feelings for him?"
"It's not funny. I know I like him. He's the one I want."
"God gave you milk and you're about to spit it out for stale oil?" she teased, still giggling.
I was already regretting ever telling her. I left her to her laughter and went in search of Stan to explain myself.
I caught up with him just as he was about to deliver food to a room. He stood upright, took a deep breath, and asked bluntly: "Why did you lie?"
"I don't like the boss, Stan," I said quickly.
"Then tell him!" he snapped. "Tell the boss you don't like him and stop trying to make the two of us clash. I don't want problems with him—you don't know how much he has helped me. So, I can't betray him just by calling you names exclusive for only him!"
I bowed my head, hurt by his tone and how he made it sound like I was nothing but trouble...like I was bad news in disguise.
"I can't tell him yet, Stan. My family wants me to end up with him. But I don't want that. He's not my dream man."
I noticed the way his eyes subtly scanned my body—and I knew he was taking a moment to admire me. That was something.
"You're an adult. Speak up for yourself," he said, then turned to leave.
I couldn't let him go. I had to say it.
"It's you I want, Stan," I said softly—almost in a whisper—but he heard me. "I want you, Stan."
He paused and turned slowly.
"From the first day I saw you, I fell in love with you. I can't help the way I feel about you," I confessed, pouting sadly.
I know people would say I'm just being manipulative, but sometimes, love does things like this to a woman—confessing her love shamelessly.
Stan scoffed and held me gently by the shoulders. "Listen, Eva..."
"Dear Eva," I quickly corrected. "I want you to call me that. Not in front of the boss, but at least when we're alone."
He looked conflicted, then shook off the reply. "Like I was saying... you're a very beautiful woman. Too beautiful to be ignored. I liked you from the first time, yes. But I can't fight my boss because of you."
"You find me attractive?" I lit up immediately. "You like me?" I asked, full of hope.
"Listen..." he started, looking even more frustrated.
But I couldn't hold back anymore. I stepped closer, staring deep into his eyes, biting my lip as a silent signal. He paused, and in his eyes, I saw it—he wanted me too.
"I have a guest to attend to..." he tried to say.
I cut him off. "Call me Dear Eva, again," I pleaded.
We stood there for a long, quiet moment.
I wrapped my arms around him, and he finally whispered it: "Dear Eva..."
And I kissed him.
To be continued.
Dear Eva,
Episode 3.
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