The CEO’s Dirty Little Secret

“You work too hard, Eve. When will you come down to visit?”

Evelyn Bright finished putting her eyeliner on and inspected the results in the mirror. She looked ridiculous. Though she’d spent countless hours watching online make-up tutorials, she could never get it right. She looked like someone had given a five-year-old a marker and told her to go for it.

She sighed and reached for another wet wipe. Before this job, she had worn make-up probably only a handful of times.

“Soon, mum. You know what it’s like with all the placements at the hospital.”

That lie came out of her mouth so easily these days.

“It’s ridiculous that you can’t have a break, even when the semester is over. We all miss you. At least you only have one more year. You could find a job closer to home once you graduate,” her mother continued. “It’s too expensive in London.”

As always, the guilt ate her up. It had taken her longer than others to start university, and her parents had been so proud. First in the family and everything. But here she was.

“Ah—yes,” she answered. “But I’ve really got to go now. Love you, and pass my love to Dad.”

Once her mother ended the call, she sighed and put the phone aside. She would find a way to break the news to her soon. Hopefully.

She fluffed up her curly auburn hair and inspected her face again. Her skin was olive-toned. If she were to try this again, she would have to have an expert choose her make-up. At least she never had to go out anywhere because she would have failed this job in the first week.

She finished her usual light makeup without bothering to experiment any more with the bolder styles and inspected the results. She looked natural and her green eyes popped. It was the excitement that was making them look so bright. She pushed it down, or rather, she tried to squash it as much as possible. Hopes and dreams weren’t allowed in this house.

With a sigh, she stood up from the dressing table chair and looked in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She had bought a new baby doll lingerie set for tonight. It was white, with gauzy material and opened at the front. A lacy bra pushed everything up while the knickers were barely there. Hardly anything was left to the imagination. It was all there on show, nothing to unwrap.

She didn’t know why she even bothered. She would be better off walking around with her tits out all day because none of her efforts ever lasted long. He would rip everything off the moment he arrived. She had spent more on knickers this year alone than she had spent in her whole life.

She left the dressing room to look around her bedroom with a critical eye. The colossal oak wood pedestal bed stood in the centre as the focal point with its canopy and lacy curtains. It looked like a real Princess’ bed- nothing she would have chosen for herself because she was no princess. There were matching oak bedside tables, comfortable fluffy rugs, and a chaise lounge on the other end with an oak coffee table in front of it. The quality was unmistakable, and this room alone cost more than she would ever be comfortable spending on anything. It was not her.

Nothing was out of place, so she picked her wine glass off the custom-made television stand built around the huge television mounted on the wall. It had been almost a year since she had moved in here, and everything was still the same. Maybe because she expected this to end at any moment. She hadn’t wanted to form attachments but had been failing lately. Failing so terribly.