Meet Eva King, a high-spirited manager in an international firm. She scraped her way up from zero to hero in the cold, hard world of power, money, and politics, where nothing and no one was going to get in her way.
Until handsome Sven came along. No...
Brian originally promised me that there would be twenty-four/seven service if I ever needed anything. Yep, it was right before I signed the contract for my apartment before moving in.
"Fucking liar," I cursed.
My mouth was a machine gun firing explosives as I tried to climb back into my apartment. After my failed Spiderman attempt to get back into my apartment through the window, I decided to call Maddy. I managed to twist her arm into letting me sleep in her room.
Honestly, she was my savior who stopped my evening from turning into a cluster-fucked mob of chaos spearheaded for a deep descent down the cliffs of doom.
The disaster started when I fell asleep in the afternoon while watching the cricket, a popular Australian sport, on TV.
Here's a piece of advice to anyone preparing for a first date: do not watch the cricket beforehand.
I repeat: Do. Not. Watch. The. Cricket. You will fall asleep.
By the time I woke up, I had less than thirty minutes to shower, shave (legs and armpits), pluck my eyebrows, pick an outfit, apply makeup, dry and style my hair, roll on some deodorant, and find a versatile pair of shoes that would work for both a football game and possibly a club afterward.
Phew, that was hard work! So, it was no surprise that I forgot my keys.
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Twenty minutes late(r)
"Hey Sven, I'm so sorry I'm late," I gushed breathlessly as I flicked wisps of runaway hair sticking on my crimson face, due to the sweltering Brisbane heat.
"I'm glad you called, otherwise I would have left," Mr. Assertive answered, as two angelic dimples emerged from his honest smile. He swung a tan leather jacket over his right shoulder and his left hand was in his jeans pocket, thumb sticking out.
I admired Sven's confidence and directness when he spoke; I instantly knew there were no games with this guy.
"I need to stay over with you at Jonas and Maddy's place tonight. It's a long story about some keys I left in my apartment," I admitted.
Sven raised his left eyebrow at me, and in return, I raised both eyebrows while shrugging my shoulders.
His quizzical look slowly evaporated, followed by the emergence of a sly smile.
"Damn, Eva, you look so pretty," he complimented me, while wearing his big grin.
"Thanks," I blubbered, straightening my blush-pink off-the-shoulder top, which matched well with my skintight jeans and a pair of caramel suede boots.
I pinned my hair back on the left side and let the other side fall into natural waves. My makeup was perfected thanks to MAC for a flawless foundation finish and a rosy blush, Maybelline for the endless lashes, and Lipstick Queen's Frog Prince for lips that don't stain.
