Chapter 54: Another Rival
Zevian’s lips brushed softly against Evelyn’s, a sweet, lingering kiss that sent a rush of warmth through her. She could feel her heart flutter as his hand pressed against hers firmly, pinning it to the wall. Her mind barely registered the sound of footsteps drawing closer, her focus solely on the man who had taken her breath away.
Just as Evelyn began to lose herself in the moment, the curtain was yanked open, and a shocked gasp filled the small space.
"Oh my god!" Annabelle’s voice echoed through the room, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. Zevian’s broad back shielded Evelyn from view, ensuring that no one but him could see the blush creeping up her neck.
The boutique manager swiftly intervened before Annabelle could process what she had just witnessed, pulling her away and closing the curtain with an exasperated huff. "Miss Wright, this is a men’s changing room. Please have some decency and refrain from barging in like that," he scolded, his stern glare making Annabelle’s face flush with embarrassment.
Vincent, equally irritated by her actions, grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the boutique, his expression one of pure annoyance. "Honestly, Anna, you need to stop this," he muttered under his breath as they left.
Back in the dressing room, Zevian placed a light peck on Evelyn’s lips before finally withdrawing. He smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I made up for missing our morning tradition," he teased, his voice low and warm.
Evelyn’s eyelashes fluttered, her cheeks still flushed from the kiss. She quickly looked away, unable to meet his gaze. When Kiana had demanded for them to sleep together every night, she agreed on one condition that Zevian would not be part of their morning kiss routine, quite aware that this devil would not miss the chance to tease her every day. But here he was, finding a perfect opportunity to repay for teasing him yesterday.
"You’re impossible," Evelyn murmured, her voice trembling slightly as she turned and hurried out of the room, her expression flustered.
Zevian chuckled softly to himself, watching her retreat with a fond smile. He took a moment to compose himself before trying on the shirt Evelyn had selected for him. A few minutes later, he stepped out of the changing room, the shirt fitting him perfectly.
Evelyn, who had been waiting nervously outside, brightened as soon as she saw him. A bright smile lit up her face as she marveled at how the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. Even the manager couldn’t help but praise Zevian’s appearance, his professional tone mixed with genuine admiration. "Mr. Reign, you look absolutely stunning in that shirt. It suits you perfectly," he said, giving a nod of approval.
Zevian glanced at Evelyn, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the satisfaction in her eyes. "It’s all thanks to my wife’s excellent taste," he replied, his gaze never leaving hers.