She gasped, surprised by the turn of events. My body was in between her legs, and my cock on top of her pussy. One hand was gripping her throat while the other was holding me up.

The scent of her perfume caused a wave of sensations I’d never felt before.

She smirked as if she could read my thoughts, baiting, “I could say the same for you, old man.”

I immediately got off of her.

It didn’t end with me fixing her tire either. If anything, I felt like I was always rescuing her. One night I had to fix the pipe that burst in her kitchen. She swore up and down it wasn’t her fault. Come to find out, she was organizing her pots and pans and hit the supply line, causing it to explode.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Please stop running!”

I rushed into her apartment, pissed the door wasn’t locked. I never expected the sight in front of me. There was water everywhere, gushing from the pipe under the sink, but that wasn’t what caught my attention the most.

It was the fact that Evie was wearing a fucking white silk nightie, and her nipples were hard and exposed. I could see every inch of her body, including the lips of her pussy.

“Oh. My. God!” She had a bucket in her hands, filled with water. “What are you doing here?”

In four strides, I was under the sink. Grabbing the wrench I brought with me, I tightened the valve and shut off the water.

“You can’t keep barging into my life like this!”

“Barging into your life?” I stood and leaned against the sink. I was soaked, and she was giving me shit… “Are you kidding me? How about a thank you for saving your ass yet again?”

“Why would I thank you if I didn’t even call you?!”

“Evie!” I bit. “Go put some fucking clothes on!”

Then there were all the times I had to stop by her apartment just to make sure she was alright because the little shit would ignore when I’d text or call to check on her.

She opened the door, only to slam it in my face, but I caught it with my foot.

“You know I wouldn’t be here if you answered my texts?”

“When someone doesn’t answer your texts, Caleb, it means they don’t want to talk to you. It doesn’t mean you show up at their place uninvited and unwanted.”

“It’s a fucking text message, Evie. Takes you two seconds to write a simple okay.”

“It also takes me two seconds to shut the door in your face. Now move your foot!”

“I promised your brother I’d look out for you. All you have to do is answer my goddamn texts.”

“You fail to realize that I don’t have to do shit about what you expect me to do. It’s not my problem—it’s yours.”

“You’re making this harder than it has to be. Stop acting like a child.”

“Then stop treating me like one!”

Most of our interactions were hostile. We spent a lot of time arguing back and forth. The number of times I picked her up from a party to take her home wasn’t lost on her, and she hated me for it.

“She’s going to give me shit for this, but can she fly out with you? You’re going to have to pick her up, but it’s better if you just show up at her apartment and tell her she’s going with you. If I call her and talk to her, she’s going to lose her shit that I’m using you to help her again. But what am I supposed to do? You’re the only one I can count on. She’s going to have to get over it and get used to you being in her life.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know she’s been a brat to you too, man. Again, I appreciate everything you’ve done for her, and I know she does too. She’s just too stubborn to admit it.”

“She’s something alright.”

“As a thank you for your help, I booked you the penthouse suite of the hotel. I know… I know… But before you say I didn’t have to do that, I need you to let Evie stay in one of the suite bedrooms this weekend. There’s plenty of room for both of you. She was going to stay at my condo, but I’m barely going to be there, and like I said, it’s her first time in Miami. I don’t want to worry about her when I need to be focused on the game.”

“Are you asking me to babysit?”

“Yeah… I mean, don’t tell her that. Just make something up. Like my place is being fumigated or something, and she can’t stay there. I just need you to keep her busy. Can I count on you?”

What the fuck was I supposed to say?

“I’ll see what I can do.”

He breathed out a huge sigh of relief. “Thanks, Caleb. I owe you.”

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