Hands of the devil

"This is a freaking changing room, Mr. Alexander," Evangeline roared as quietly as she could, her face red from embarrassment.

Her brows were knitted close with her nose flaring and chest heaving up and down. Anyone could tell she was angry.

But to Alexander, she looked too cute while she was almost raging hell.

"I know what this is, Evangeline. And if you don't want those sales girls to hear us and think I might be actually doing something indecent to you, I would suggest you answer a few of my questions and then you are free to go," Alexander smirked.

"Do hell with your questions. I am not answering anything," Evangeline tried to push him out of the way, but rather than moving, Alexander pushed her further into the corner of the changing room, slamming her body in the corner with his body pressing on her.

With their faces only a couple inches away, Alexander looked into her light brown cat-like eyes that were looking at him as if ready to pounce and scratch his face at any given chance.

He raised his hand and grabbed her jaws, rubbing her chin softly.

"Don't send my questions to hell, Evangeline, or I'll have to bring that hell on Earth. And let's say, it won't be a good decision. So just answer my questions like a good girl. Or do you prefer tasting some wine first?" Alexander mused, making Evangeline grit her teeth before she looked away.

"Don't steal away your gaze from me. I don't like it. I like it when you look straight into my eyes while talking to me. These eyes, they talk more than your lips do," Alexander forced her to look into his eyes.

"If that's the case, why don't you ask your questions from my eyes and see if you can find an answer there? I don't understand what I ever did to you. Why are you always finding ways to mess with me?" Evangeline groaned, and Alexander smirked.

"I can ask those questions from your eyes, Evangeline, but what if I understand something entirely different? With the way you have Knowledge about almost everything around you, I am sure you already know what kind of connections I have. It won't be hard to put a bullet straight between your eyes that I have started to like to interact with," Alexander's eyes flashed with evilness.

"Or do you prefer it between your chest?" Alexander smirked as he looked down at her heaving chest that was unconsciously rubbing on his chest.

"Don't cross your limits, Mr. Alexander," Evangeline raged.

"Really? Should I not? But what if I want to?" Alexander placed his forehead on hers, his nose barely touching her like a feather, and their lips only a couple of cm away.

"Let's start with your first question," Alexander breathed, and Evangeline hummed, distracted by his proximity that was making her toes curl, his hand drawing circles on her waist, strangely calming her anger.

"What were you doing at the club last night?"

"I was there to meet someone. I have told you before," Evangeline gritted her teeth.

"Was it to meet someone or to torture someone? I have the list of everyone here on my phone. Which room did you go in and who did you meet?" Alexander closed his eyes, pressing his body further into her.

Evangeline didn't reply. Her body froze at his choice of words, and Alexander opened his eyes at her lack of response.

"If I change my dress here, won't it become sticky? I don't want to change. I want to go back to my dorm," Evangeline said.

"You haven't answered my question, Evangeline. I hate it when someone tries to change the subject,"

"And what I hate is that you think I am obliged to answer you. Who the hell are you? You are just Justin's brother. You want me to stay away from your brother, I will get the fuck out of his life and won't ever look at him, but just stop torturing me. I went there to torture someone? Do you even hear yourself?" Evangeline's eyes brimmed with tears of frustration.

"You don't have to be so loud about it. I don't want you to -"

"Please, Mr. Alexander, anyone who looks at us can tell how much you hate me. Teasing and messing with me might be your passing time because you don't have anything else interesting to do, but I already have enough problems on my plate," A tear rolled down Evangeline's eyes, and Alexander sighed.

He didn't want her to cry.

He bent to her eye level, looking straight into her eyes before he closed the distance between them, rubbing his cheeks on her to wipe the rogue tear that rolled down her cheeks.

A gasp left Evangeline's mouth at such an intimate action and she didn't know if it was okay to feel good about it. She didn't want to, but her body and heart were saying otherwise.

"I know you won't change here. I won't either. I just wanted you to pick a dress for yourself before we go,"

"Go where?"

"My house," Alexander said.

"You know, Evangeline, I think you'll make an excellent actress," Alexander smirked, referring to her acting of being so pitiful a second ago, and Evangeline wiped her tears before humming.

"I know," she said, and Alexander pinched the space between his brows before shaking his head. He got tricked again.

But honestly, was he really thinking too much into things? Why would a University student feel the need to torture a goon? Alexander sighed.

"Wait. Your house? What are you thinking? You are kidnapping in broad daylight," Evangeline asked when she remembered what he said earlier.

"Aww, is Evangeline finally learning about the laws? But guess what? Those laws don't work for me," Alexander smirked and bent before picking her up in his arms, and Evangeline gritted her teeth.

"You are an a*sho -"

"If I were you, I wouldn't dare to complete the sentence, Evangeline. I mean, who knows what will happen to you? It's not like you are in the arms of the most gentlemanly person on Earth. You are in the hands of a devil," Alexander smiled evilly at her, rubbing his nose on hers, making her huff.

Alexander exited the changing room, pushing her face back in his chest to hide her like he wanted.

His expression turned from teasing to dark and unapproachable, and the sales girls who were talking about them earlier immediately looked down.

"Pick a shirt for me," Alexander said as he walked to the men's section and the section of his size.

"Put me down," Evangeline sighed.

"Just place your hand on the one you like," Alexander said.

"God, you are impossible," Evangeline groaned, unknown to the fact that her voice made Alexander's gaze darken once again as he felt heart rush to a part of his body that has stayed dormant for quite a long time.

"I am not impossible, Evangeline. You can try to do me, I won't mind it," Alexander smirked when she glared.

"This," Evangeline placed her hand on a royal blue shirt, and Alexander hummed.

He went to the ladies section and without thinking twice, he grabbed a black dress before looking at his secretary, who had been following him since earlier and waiting for his boss's orders.

"Pay for them. We are leaving," It was all Alexander said before he left with the girl in his arms, making the salesgirl swoon at the sight.