Chapter 63
Evelyn was dragged into a bathroom in another room.
The bodyguards set her down by the bathtub and stood there without moving.
Evelyn leaned against the sink, watching them warily.
All four women were expressionless, standing ramrod straight. They looked at Evelyn, seemingly hesitant about whether to proceed.
Evelyn saw their hesitation and seized the opportunity.
"Aren't you going to untie me?" Her voice was cold. "With all of you here, where am I going to run? Unless you're planning to wash me yourselves?"
The bodyguards exchanged glances.
They'd worked for Mr. Jack for a while now. Usually, the women they dealt with were the ones who clung to him desperately. Typically they'd just haul them away and dump them somewhere, and that was that.
They'd never been asked to help someone bathe before. It made them uncomfortable.
Who was this woman, anyway?
The lead bodyguard hesitated, then stepped forward and untied the ropes around Evelyn's wrists.
"You wash yourself," she said. "No tricks."
Evelyn flexed her numb wrists without answering.
The bodyguards retreated and closed the door behind them.
The bathroom fell silent.
Evelyn leaned against the bathtub and took a deep breath. She turned on the faucet, letting the sound of running water mask any noise she might make.
Using that cover, she forced herself to calm down.
Stay calm. She had to stay calm.
She replayed everything that had just happened in her mind.
This place was remote. From getting out of the car to entering the house had taken nearly ten minutes. With those bodyguards and that psycho Jack around, it would be extremely difficult to escape alone.
She couldn't just make a run for it.
Her only option was to find a way to overpower Jack when they were alone together, then look for an opportunity to escape.
Evelyn raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.
Pale face, disheveled hair, but her eyes were calm and resilient.
There had to be a way. There had to be.
She turned on the shower. Hot water cascaded down, warming her body.
As she warmed up, her mind grew clearer.
She looked around and finally fixed her gaze on a drawer under the sink. She walked over and pulled it open.
Inside were some spare toiletries—toothbrush, toothpaste, razor.
Razor.
Evelyn's heart skipped a beat.
She quickly grabbed the razor and removed the blade. Thin and sharp.
She tucked the blade into the pocket of her bathrobe, reassembled the razor, and put it back in the drawer.
Just as she finished, someone knocked on the door.
"Are you done?"
"Almost," Evelyn called back and turned off the water.
She dried herself with a towel and wrapped herself in the bathrobe.
The moment she finished, the door opened and a bodyguard walked in carrying an outfit.
"Mr. Jack requests that you wear this." She set the clothes on the sink.
Evelyn glanced down.
One look and she nearly cursed out loud.
That was supposed to be clothing? All the fabric combined wouldn't cover as much as a bra.
Thin gauze that would hide nothing. Next to it was an even more transparent mesh skirt.
Evelyn took a deep breath and swallowed her profanity.
"I'm not wearing that," she said coldly.
The bodyguard looked at her, expression unchanged.
"If you won't put it on yourself," she said, "we'll have to help you."
Evelyn stared at her.
The other bodyguards stood in the doorway, perfectly aligned, faces blank. There was no room for negotiation.
Evelyn closed her eyes briefly. She had no choice given the circumstances. She'd wear it for now and look for an opportunity later.
"Get out," she said. "Stay back. I'll put it on myself."
The bodyguards exchanged glances, then retreated from the bathroom and closed the door.
Evelyn stood in front of the mirror, looking at that pile of transparent fabric. As she dressed, she cursed Jack viciously in her head. Animal. Pervert. Disgusting creep.
Once dressed, she pulled the bathrobe tight around herself, made sure nothing showed, and opened the door.
The bodyguards were still waiting outside. Seeing her emerge wrapped in the bathrobe, they exchanged a look.
"You're dressed?" the leader asked hesitantly. "Mr. Jack didn't say anything about you keeping the bathrobe on..."
"It's freezing out there," Evelyn said with a cold laugh. "If I catch a cold wearing just that, I'm sure Jack will take it out on you, won't he?"
The bodyguards paused. She had a point.
With Mr. Jack's temper, if they didn't serve him well, they'd all suffer for it.
"Let's go." They stopped objecting.
The door opened.
Jack stood in the room, already changed into fresh pajamas. When he saw Evelyn being escorted in, his gaze immediately latched onto her.
Fresh from the shower, her face still carried a hint of flush, her hair half-dry and falling over her shoulders. Though wrapped in the thick robe, the suggestion of her form beneath made his imagination run wild.
Jack's eyes went glassy. He waved dismissively at the bodyguards and locked the door behind them.
Only the two of them remained in the room.
Jack walked toward Evelyn, step by step, desire naked in his eyes.
Evelyn took a step back.
He took another step forward.
She stepped back again.
Jack reached out, about to pull open her robe.
"Wait," Evelyn said suddenly.
Jack's hand froze in midair.
Evelyn looked at him, the corner of her mouth curving slightly. That smile was faint, carrying something indefinable.
"Aren't you curious," she said slowly, "how Matthew and I usually... play?"
Jack froze.
He hadn't expected her to bring that up voluntarily. But the interest in his eyes immediately burned hotter.
"Oh?" He pulled his hand back and stepped away, looking her up and down. "Tell me."
Evelyn leaned against the wall, her posture relaxing slightly. She raised her eyes to look at him.
The fear and revulsion from earlier were gone, replaced by a kind of condescending appraisal.
"Usually he's the one serving me," she said, her voice lazy. "I'm the queen in our... arrangement."
Jack's eyes widened.
"If we're really going to do this today," Evelyn continued, her gaze sweeping over him, "I'd like to see if you'd make a better sub than he does."
Jack stared at her.
He never would have imagined that this seemingly cold and aloof woman would be the dominant one in bed. But thinking about her personality, maybe it wasn't so surprising after all.
The thought of Evelyn without that robe, the thought of outdoing Matthew—his desire to conquer and his competitive streak ignited instantly.
"Interesting," he said, eyes burning. "I'm not new to this. As a sub, I'll be way better than Matthew."
Evelyn smiled. That smile was shallow but carried an inherent allure.
"Oh?" She took half a step forward, tilting her head to look at him. "Then let me tie you up first and see for myself?"
A flicker of wariness crossed Jack's mind.
But looking at her eyes, that lazy yet commanding energy, that natural seductiveness—the last thread of caution in his brain snapped completely.
He dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Yes," he said, looking up at her, eyes full of fervor. "Tie me up."
Evelyn looked down at him.
The man kneeling on the floor, eyes full of anticipation.
The curve of her mouth deepened slightly. Deep in her eyes was profound coldness and contempt.