#evette interactions

This was probably one of the dumbest things they'd done in a long, long time. Except, Evette couldn't really feel sorry about it, not when the little piece of paper folded neatly in her hand was a way to keep Aiden away from the awful woman he'd been planning on marrying.

For as long as she could remember, Evette had always trusted her intuition. It got her out of more sticky situations than she cared to admit, or even really talked about, but it was something she trusted implicitly. The people who saw Aiden as just another spoiled, rich bastard were sure, okay, mostly right, but Evette had also seen the way he'd struggled to read when they were in high school, the way people had bullied him for it. He deserved to be a bit of an asshole, after all that.

Besides, it couldn't be so bad, if he'd agreed to pay off part of her student debt for them to fake a marriage for a year.

"She's going to be so pissed," Evette said, a giddy little laugh escaping her as she glanced sideways to the man beside her. There was a mischievous glint in her eye, one that was mirrored in her grin. "Serves her right though."

Evette walked down the street in a hurry, her winter boots clicking against the sidewalk. Her hands were full, work packets from her students clutched to her chest. The bag that hung off her shoulder had five more stacks, rubberbanded together, shoved inside. She was trying to catch the bus. Her car had broken down a week or so before, but she hadn’t had the time to take it into a shop. 

She was rounding around a blind corner when she smacked, face into chest with a man. Shocked, Evette stuttered out an apology as she rushed to collect the work she’d dropped before the breeze took them all away. 

Open to any male, preferably 30s to 40s.

Evette raised a brow at the little girl, unimpressed with the fake, fat crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks. Behind her stood the girl's brother, looking guilty as he clutched his toy protectively to his chest.

"Come on, guys, we have to share right? What does your dad say, huh? Go on, let her play with it, just for a minute. She'll give it right back, won't you Em?" The little girl sniffled but nodded her head, turning to make grabby hands at the toy in her brother's arms. The freckle-faced child stuck out his bottom lip but handed the toy over with a mumbled 'okay, Miss Levi.' Evette beamed, standing to her feet and ruffing his hair.

Evette hadn’t known what she was getting into when she’d seen the man in that bar hadn’t known she would spread herself out on his bed like this, nor that she would be mewling and whining for his cock as he pounded into her from behind. His hands held onto her firmly, the back of her shirt fisted in one and holding her in place as his hips smacked against her skin, cock sliding in and out of her easily even as she stretched to accommodate him. “Please--” she panted, throwing her head back with a whine as he hit that spot inside. “--I want to feel it.”