"Beg me not to take you in front of all these fucking people," he whispered, tightening his grip around her neck.
Her breath hitched, unable to say anything to him. She felt his fingers dance their way up to her thigh before trickling towards the yo...
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Evangeline traced her fingers across his sharp jaw, waiting for him to continue speaking. He pondered in thought and began stroking her hair, lost in words when he finally sighed.
"I should've kept you in school," he frowned, "And don't worry, baby - You won't be a maid."
She smiled in relief, and dipped her head into his neck, "Then why did you say that, daddy?" she asked, causing Leonardo's face to drop.
"I had to come up with something on the spot, I'm sorry, love. What would you want me to have said?" he raised an eyebrow.
Evangeline shrugged and looked at him, "Hm, maybe um, your um b-babygirl! Because I am your babygirl!" she giggled. Leonardo smiled at her sadly, and pulled her closer to him. Shaking his head, he pursed his lips then trailed wet kisses down her neck. A tinted red color sparkled on Evangeline's cheeks and she gently began playing with his hair, ruining its sleek and swept design.
Leonardo walked Evangeline out of the room and rolled his eyes when Evangeline laughed as he tightened the apron around his waist. "D-daddy, you look s-silly!" she giggled, the bright cartoon animals design contrasting terribly with his personality. After turning on the stove to cook the minced beef, he sprinked several herbs and spices into the pot while retelling stupid stories from his childhood.
Their combined laughter echoed through the tall walls as Leonardo continued making the lasagne. The sound of heels clacking against the hard floor killed all other sounds. Annalise sauntered into the kitchen, taking in a dramatic whiff and she smiled, "What's the maid cooking?" she asked. Her eyebrows furrowed once she realized Leonardo was the one cooking and the so-called maid was sitting casually on the stool.
Evangeline looked at him worriedly. Annalise walked closer, tapping her long nails against the counters annoyingly. "I'll be cooking for the rest of the week," he chimed, grating the cheese. Annalise flashed a fake smile and reached out her arm to touch Evangeline's shoulder. She flinched and backed away, causing Leonardo do stop what he was doing and narrow his eyes at Annalise.
She removed her hand, and batted her eyelashes at him. "Then she's useless here! Come on, girl, you can clean my room," Annalise screeched, looking the frightened teenager up and down. She was about to speak back when Leonardo got in between them, "Actually, she'll be cleaning my room and also," he whispered into Annalise's ear, "Don't call her useless."
She watched as he dragged Eva away, leaving the atmosphere tense and awkward. When it was only her in the room, she clenched her fists beside her while muttering curses at Evangeline.
'You pathetic fucking whore, I'll get rid of you sooner or later.'
A few minutes later, Leonardo and Eva were outside, the luxury cars lined up perfectly in a row. Amazed and awestruck, Evangeline hurried over to the black chevrolet corvette, gliding her fingers on the smooth, clean hood. She looked all over it, admiring the dark grey interior and even the custom steering wheel. Leonardo chuckled behind her, and said, "The corvette's for racing, babygirl. It's too fast to be on the roads," he laughed, guiding her to a red vintage-looking car.
