Chapter 63 Dirty Little Whore
Evelyn’s POV
I remained in the same position. Naked. On the floor. My knees stinging from the cold tiles, my mouth aching, my whole body trembling….. and still I stared at the doorway like some pathetic statue, frozen in place, waiting for a miracle that clearly wasn’t coming.
Lorenzo walked out on me.
Just like that?
Like I was nothing.
Like I was something he could use anytime, command, and then toss aside without a second thought.
The realization hit hard, cutting deep enough to make my breath shake.
My tongue drifted across my lower lip without thinking, brushing over the last faint trace of the liquid he had spilled into my mouth. It tasted warm, lingering, and impossibly bittersweet.
Was I that bad?
I didn’t even know whether to be angry at him or at myself.
Because seriously, what was I even thinking?
How could I have convinced myself, even for a second, that agreeing to any of this would make him want a woman like me? I’m not even his class.
God.
Now, all I’d done was hand him proof that I was nothing but a tiny pices of trash, a dirty little whore!
A heavy, sick feeling twisted in my chest.
“Oh my fucking God.”
I pushed myself off the floor, legs shaky, breath unsteady, and staggered toward the bathroom.
I didn’t care about the cold tiles under my feet or the sting in my knees. I just needed to get away from the version of myself still kneeling there like I was waiting for him to come back.
I need a cold shower to think.
I needed something, anything, to wash away the filth I felt crawling under my skin.
To scrub out his scent, his touch, the ghost of his presence clinging to me
The morning felt too bright for the heaviness sitting inside my chest. I lay on the bed for a moment, staring at the empty side of the bed as if maybe I could force him to appear just by wishing hard enough, but the pillow was untouched and flat, sheets pulled tight, carrying nothing of his warmth. Lorenzo really didn’t come back. He didn’t even try to check on me, not even once. He needed distance. Or maybe he needed to forget whatever happened last night.
I dragged myself out of the bed, my movement slow and heavy, still feeling the echo of last night.
I reached for a robe, tied it loosely around my waist, and made my way out of the room. I didn’t even bother to fix my hair or check my reflection. I didn’t want to see myself. Not like this. Not when the memory of myself kneeling before him like he was a god still pressed on my chest.
I didn’t even know where my leg was leading me to, all I wanted was air because I was suffocating.
When I reached the back door, I pushed it open gently. A fresh air brushed softly against my skin, followed by the morning sun.
The garden spread out quietly, glistening with thin drops of dew perching on the grasses.
I stepped further into the garden, my feet brushing against the soft grass.
It was a beautiful kind of feeling that made me feel like maybe if I stood here long enough, if I let the quiet touch me, I could at least breathe without feeling like pieces of myself were trying to choke me from inside.
I exhaled shakily, then closed my eyes.
Just one minute of peace. That was all I wanted. One minute where the image of myself from last night didn’t rise up to taunt me. But peace never stays long for me. It never has.
The next sound I heard was a sharp irritated click of a tongue, followed by slow footsteps approaching from behind, too confident, too careless, too eager to disturb.
I opened my eyes, quickly.
It was Kim.
Of course. Because the universe wasn’t done playing with me yet.
She stopped a little distance from me, crossed her arms over her chest, and tilted her head with that same mocking smirk she always wore whenever she looked at me.
“Well,” she said, her voice thick with arrogance, “look at you, Evelyn. Out here pretending to breathe fresh air like someone who actually belongs in this house.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at her at first. I just stared ahead, trying to keep my face blank, trying to hold on to whatever little calmness the morning gave me.
But she wasn’t the type to be ignored.
She stepped closer. “I said look at me.”
Slowly, I turned my head, meeting her eyes.
Kim smirked deeper. “You know, I’ve been waiting for this moment. The moment you finally fall apart.”
I swallowed, refusing to let the tremble in my chest show. “What do you want, Kim?”
She let out a soft laugh. “What I want? Evelyn, don’t act stupid. You know exactly what I want.”
She took a slow step toward me, her eyes dragging over me. “Lorenzo.”
My breath stopped.
Her smile stretched wider. “I’ve wanted him for years. Years, Evelyn. Long before you came into this house. Long before he even bothered to say more than five words to you. I’ve been beside him, loyal, patient, waiting for him to finally see me.”
She flicked her hair over her shoulder, arrogance dripping from every movement. “And he is seeing me now. Finally.”
I didn’t respond, not because I didn’t want to, but because I wanted to understand what she was actually coming up with.
what does she mean by, 'he is seeing me now?
I stood there staring at her, trying to wrap my head around the nonsense pouring out of her mouth. She talked like Lorenzo had suddenly promised her the world, like he vowed undying love to her last night while I was busy drowning in my own humiliation.
Kim stepped close. “You think he cares about you? You really think you matter? Lorenzo uses you, Evelyn. He uses you and throws you away the moment something annoys him. And honestly, he’s getting tired of you.”
My chest tightened painfully.
Did Lorenzo tell her about last night?
“I have given you this information before but you decided to shove it away.”
“But soon,” she continued, her voice lowering, “I will throw you out of this house myself. And when I do, Lorenzo won’t stop me. Because he’ll be mine. Completely mine.”
Her words got to me in a way that I wish that it didn’t.
“Kim,” I whispered, fighting to keep my voice steady, “I don’t know what you think you’re.”
“No,” she cut in sharply, leaning in so close her breath touched my cheek, “you don’t get to talk when I’m talking.”
Her eyes were wild now, something darker swimming in them. “You don’t deserve him. You don’t even deserve the air in this house. Everything about you irritates me. The way he looks at you, the way he gets angry when someone touches you, the way he calls your name when he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.”
I blinked, stunned.
Kim’s lips curled. “He should’ve been mine. I was going to make him love me.”
She straightened. “But don’t worry. Soon he will be mine. And you…. you will be nothing but a memory I’ll gladly erase.”
Something in her tone changed then, became colder, sharper, almost dangerous. She reached toward me, grabbing my wrist with more force than she needed.
“Let me help you disappear,” she whispered.
Her nails dug into my skin, sharp enough to sting. She pulled me closer, her grip tightening, her other hand lifting as if she wanted to shove me back or slap me or do something worse.
I inhaled shakily. “Kim…..let go.”
She didn’t.
Instead she leaned closer. “I knew it. You’re weak. I didn’t expect more from an immortal.”
Before I could react, she jerked her hand, pushing me hard enough that I stumbled backward. My foot caught the edge of a small stone path, and I nearly fell, catching myself at the last second.
Kim gasped dramatically. “Oh my God! Evelyn, what are you doing? Stop attacking me!”
My mouth fell open in shock. “What?!”
But she wasn’t talking to me anymore.
Her eyes shot over my shoulder.
I froze, because I didn’t need to turn around to know who was standing there. I felt it in the sudden silence, in the way Kim’s expression instantly transformed into something innocent and trembling.
Lorenzo.
Of course it was him.
He had come out at the exact moment she wanted him to.
Kim clutched her arm dramatically, her voice quivering as she took a shaky step back. “Lorenzo….. she….. she tried to hurt me.”
And I stood there, breathing hard, staring at her, unable to believe how quickly she shifted the blame on me
Before I could defend myself, Lorenzo's posture was already standing in between us.