𝗜𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 | 𝐁𝗼𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲/𝗥𝗙𝗞

XVI: "The Other Woman"

"You think anyone heard us?" Bobby hoisted his jeans, zipping and buttoning them in a swift fashion. He glanced at Evelyn, a cocky grin pasted on his flourished face. Evelyn timidly smiled with her eyes focusing on her underwear laces she was trying to tie. "Gee, I don't know." Shyness seemed to reclaimed the girl's soul, both of them were dressing up with their backs turned to each other. Bobby's low chuckling embarrassed Evelyn, was she loud enough to be heard from downstairs?

"We were loud. Like real loud." Bobby continued to tease the insecure girl, and though he had a playful tone to his voice, Evelyn could've taken it the wrong way. He puts on the dry shirt the girl had picked for him earlier. "Come here." Evelyn flashed her chartreuse eyes at the jester of a man right behind her, she handed him the floral bikini top he had untied previously. "Now, tie me." Being so close to each other faces, Evelyn whispered against Bobby's lips, almost taunting him in a way.

"Is that how the French like it?" The man replied as the girl turned around to place the fabric on her chest. "You know precisely what the French like." She leaned her back onto Bobby's shoulder while he was attempting to tie the laces. "I know they're supposed to be very good at fellatio," Bobby spoke softly into the girl's ear, he received an astonished gasp from Evelyn as she tried to walk away. "I'm not done with you." The man pulled Evelyn by her waist, while he may have sounded scary, he actually meant with the laces.

"It's gonna be so humiliating to see Jean and Ted." Evelyn groaned in agony, wishing there was another way out. "Don't forget Rose. She'd want you to stay for dinner." Bobby reminded Evelyn of his stern mother who was already in the kitchen quietly when they came home. "I'll have to pass on that, Monsieur. I can't be seen in a bikini in front of your mother." Evelyn was finally able to brush her messy hair after Bobby tied her up. She only used her fingers since the man didn't own a hairbrush.

"You should borrow Jean's clothes, her room is right next to mine." Bobby stood by Evelyn as he needed to fix his hair in front of the mirror too. "My parents are probably wondering where I've been." Sighing as she was looking at her reflection, Evelyn wiped off the smeared lipstick on the edge of her lips.

"Well, just say you've been busy... with me." Bobby slyly slithered his hands around Evelyn's narrow waist, his eyes staring at her in the mirror. "Et puis quoi?" The girl raised her eyebrows, boldly asking for instruction. "And then, we'd get married." Bobby spontaneously said, a foolish smile on his face.

"How did you graduate from Harvard?" Evelyn curled her lips into a grin, pushing Bobby's face off her shoulder before she turned to face him. "Well..." Bobby's high pitched voice complemented his cocky behavior. "Daddy's money," he whispered casually without a sense of shame. "Don't say that when you run for an office." The girl played along. She softly nipped the tip of Bobby's nose with her fingers.

"You're ready?" Bobby almost stuttered as the two words escaped his lips. He was getting cold feet during the last minute. "I guess so. Fingers crossed." Evelyn tucked her middle finger atop her index. "Let's hope the Irish luck works this time." Bobby huffed out nervously. As his hand reached the doorknob, Evelyn stroked his back gently, instantly taking the pressure off his shoulders.

They turned their heads at each other as Bobby closed the door behind them. Evelyn pressed her index finger against her lips before tiptoeing to Jean's room next door. She randomly picked a blouse and a plain colored skirt to wear.

Once Evelyn finished dressing up, she took a quick glance at the mirror and was about to leave when she detected a gold-handled hairbrush sitting on a table. "Oh, thank God," she muttered before hastily styled her hair in the usual way. "Psst. Come on, it's eight." Flinching at Bobby's voice, Evelyn glared at him in disbelief. "Alright, alright." She placed Jean's cushion hairbrush, which now has lighter chestnut hair between the bristles, back to where it belonged.

The man then lent his open palm to the girl, she took it, and their hands intertwined as they walked out of the room and down the stairs.

The sounds of chattering and laughter could be heard as they were approaching downstairs, when there were only a few steps left, they released their handgrips. "Bobby..." A woman called out. She placed her teacup on the table.

Evelyn's eyes became wider, the voice was awfully familiar to her, but she hadn't heard it in such a long time that she couldn't put a finger on it. As she was getting closer to the last flight of stairs, it hits her in the face — as the volleyball did.

"Shit, that's Ethel Skakel, Jean's friend.
Oh, and the girl Bobby dated before me."

What a record-scratching moment. A man and a woman made love in the room right above the man's ex-lover's head as she waited for him. Tensions peaked, eyes glancing, mouths gulping saliva, and hearts thumping everywhere.

"Ethel?" Narrowing his eyes, Bobby moved toward the woman with hair much shorter and darker than Evelyn's. "Hey! Good to see you again." Ethel rose from the couch, light reflecting on her radiant blue velvet dress. Her pearl necklace draped neatly around her neck, it played an important part in her role as a young woman from high society.

Bobby gestured to Ethel to return to her earlier position. "Yeah, you too— what are you doing here?" The man got himself a seat across from the woman, he looked up to his girlfriend and pat the seat next to him, before going back to his conversation.

"I'm just visiting, you know. I haven't been here since last summer break." Ethel was a bit offended by Bobby's remark. However, her big russet eyes kept glancing at Evelyn, noticing an odd mark on the girl's pale neck. It was dark purplish in color; like that of a blood clot. "Wonderful." Bobby's bored, monotonous voice snapped Ethel out of her thoughts.

"What's that on your neck?" Completely dismissing Bobby — Ethel points at Evelyn's neck with furrowed brows, Jean tried to take a peek at the flesh.

"What? Oh, it's a..." "Spider bite." The olive green eyes met with the icy blue. "Yeah, spider bite." A hand behind her neck, Evelyn visioned a little devil praising her on her shoulder. "Wow, you ought to see a doctor, then." Ethel scrunched her face, must've been painful, she thought naively.

"Oh, yeah. I will." Evelyn, in her discomfort, reclined into her seat, hand on her shirt collar to conceal Bobby's love bite. Ethel smiled insincerely to Evelyn, she did ponder why Bobby was upstairs with her for quite some time.

"Ethel! I thought I recognized the green Chevy!" An elderly sixty-year-old man exclaimed with much enthusiasm, directing his fondness toward Ethel. "Hi, Joe! I'm sorry, I wanted to visit earlier, but with college and all, I thought I should wait until summer break." The woman emerged from her seat to greet the senior man.

"So, you did receive my letter! I thought it was lost in the mail." The man hastily closed the door behind him, hanging his coat and hat on a standing coat rack. "You both are pen pals?" Bobby chimed in nosily, animosity apparent in his voice. Joe glanced — or glared, at Bobby for a short second before hugging Ethel. "Well, your father and Jean invited me over for dinner." Ethel bragged, somewhat.

Two pairs of aggrieved eyes; blue and green were on Jean. It led to such polarization for them — bitterness and such a sense of betrayal.

"Sorry, Bob. Ethel's still my college pal." Jean simply lifted her shoulders up and down, and leaned closer to Ethel, showing her fondness. "Make yourself at home, Ethel." Bobby simply muttered. "I'm gonna send Eve home, it's late." His hand grabbed onto Evelyn as he arose from the couch.

"Nice meeting you, Ethel. See ya, Jean." Evelyn respectfully nodded to Joe before giving in to Bobby as he pulled her away to the entrance.

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