Lady Evelyne's Bodyguard - Part I

Mark messed up when he got into a fight with the wrong man. His blood was dripping from his hand and made a soft splash sound on the hard concrete ground. The other man wasn’t moving anymore and Mark started to slowly come to his senses.
“Fuck, is he dead?” He thought. His fists were shaking and slowly he fell on his knees. Breathing heavily he thought carefully about his next move. He was usually a patient guy, but this man just pushed the wrong button. He looked around to see if anyone saw what happened, but thankfully the alley was empty. He had to think of something fast, because if they were going to find out, he would be the one to lie bleeding on the concrete ground. Shakinlgy he reached for his pocket and grabbed his phone. If he could reach Jonas before anyone could see this scene, maybe there was still hope. But before he could press call he already heard a voice in the distance.
“Hey, what the fuck” Said a familiar voice. Mark turned to look and he wasn’t sure if it was luck or bad luck, but Jonas was the one running towards him.
“Fuck, I knew it. The moment I heard what he had said to you, I fucking knew it.” He reached Mark’s location and looked at the unconscious man lying in a pool of blood.
“Did you have to take it this far, how the hell are we going to clean this up.”Jonas looked at Mark who had a panicked look on his face.
“I fucked up…” Mark said while gritting his teeth.
“But he just… shouldn’t have said that.” He clenched his fists and felt his hasty breathing. “Calm down” Jonas said. Mark looked up at his friend who always seemed to help him out in these terrible situations.
“You know I can’t just make this disappear, you’re going to get punished for it somehow, but I’ll see what I can do so they at least won’t kill you.” Mark nodded and looked at his hands.
“Thank you.” He said meekly.

It was a couple of days later when Mark woke up from his bed that he got the call from Jonas.
“I got you a new job. You can start when your face doesn’t look as shit as it probably still does now.” Mark carefully touched his left eye and briefly winced in pain. Besides his eye, the rest of his face was also full of bruises and cuts. They got him good.
“I’ll text you the address.” After a slight pause Jonas added.
“You’re to be the bodyguard of one of the daughters of the boss, but she is.. how to say it.. just do as she says.” A bodyguard job? That didn’t seem so bad, Mark thought. He was happy to have one, but he had imagined something quite worse. There would probably be a catch somehow that would make the job lose its charm quickly.
“She doesn’t hold on to bodyguards long because she seems to hate men, so don’t try to do anything that gets on her nerves. And try to hold to this job, because I really couldn’t get you anything else. Nobody wants to hire you anymore after what you did.” A quick burst of anger filled his heart thinking about that man and his words, but he quickly brushed it off.
“I’ll behave, thank Jonas, for everything.. again”
“Anyway, good luck and don’t mess this up. See you around.” The phone went silent and Mark just stared at it, before he made up his mind and put it down. He got up from the bed and looked in the mirror, his face was clearly a mess and it would take maybe a week or two to recover so it wouldn’t look too obvious he got beaten up badly. After the incident Jonas had done his best to protect Mark, but they wouldn’t let it slide as expected. He got fired from his job as a bouncer and they punished him with their fists, but they didn’t go so far as to leave him crippled. He had Jonas to thank for that. He even managed to keep him off the streets. I should repay him when I get the chance, Mark thought and went out to get some products from the pharmacy to clean up his face.

A week or something later he stood in front of a big iron gate and he spoke through the intercom to announce his presence. For this occasion he got dressed up in a suit they had provided for him even though it felt like it restricted his movements, but it seemed the bodyguards at this place had a dress code to follow. He hadn’t heard too much about this place yet but he knew this was were the daughter of the boss was residing. The boss had two daughters and one was handling much of the business and quite known to be a big player in the underground, but his other daughter wasn’t like that. Little was known about her besides the rumor that she disliked men and surrounded herself with women. Everyone in her household was female except for the bodyguards. Since it was a more physical job, her father hadn’t allowed her to choose only women for that function. He was very protective of her even though she didn’t seem to have an interest in the family business. Mark wondered what made this daughter so beloved to the boss if it wasn’t that.
The gate made a sound as it slowly moved. Mark hesistated slightly before making his move towards the entrance of the mansion. It was almost a small palace with its giant pillors and twenty or-so windows and a nicely kept garden with well trimmed bushes. It just seemed like something was going to be off about this job. You don’t get to be a bodyguard in this luxurious mansion to just protect some damsel in distress after you beat up an important client. He needed the money and the job to keep his sister from ending up in bad situations but lately he had just been making matters worse for her. Even the incident with the client came from wanting to protect her, but all he could do was let her down.
In front of the door stood two bodyguards and after Mark introduced himself the door opened and an older woman stood in front of him. She looked stern and gave him a close inspection with her eyes. She seemd to be in her fourties and had a strain of grey hair in her knot on top. She seemed a little to old the be the daughter of the boss, Mark thought.
“They send in a guy looking the way you do?” She smirked.
“We will see how long you’ll last.” Mark raised one eyebrow in response to her remark, but refraint from asking what she meant by that.
“I’m Miss Dima, please come with me.”

He followed her through the spacious main hall, up the spiral staircase and into a few hallways when they finally arrived at a small room.
“You’ll be staying here if you’re not on duty. Lady Evelyne requires 24/7 protection, but we have a handful of bodyguards so she is always under care at all times.” She rummaged through her bag and held out what looked like a schedule.
“For the first weeks or so, you are paired with Trevor Maxen. After that..” She paused a bit which made Mark pay more attention
“and if you are still here” she continued “then you can make up a new schedule that would work for you as long as the rules are respected.” She walked through the room and checked for dust with her finger touching the lamppost on the nightstand. A small disappointed sound could be heard escaping her mouth.
“Mister Maxen should be here soon to bring your belongings and pick you up, He’ll explain what your daily duties as a bodyguard will entail.” After one more quick look around the room she said goodbye to Mark and left him alone in the room. For a while he just stared at his small bed and wondered if he was going to fit without his feet sticking out. He wasn’t that tall but the bed seemed more like the size of regular sized woman than one where a man could fit. At least he had a bed he reminded himself. The rest of the room was similarly small in size and a few furniture pieces were put in place. A wooden closet at the end of the bed that had a couple of shelves in it and a nightstand with a lamp on it. There was a small window just above the bed that shone a little light through, but the room looked somber nonetheless. It was a sharp contrast with the rest of the mansion of what he had seen so far, but he guessed that the servants probably weren’t given much to look at.

He heard some footsteps reach his door and a man that he assumed was Trevor came into his sight. He looked a little older than him, somewhere in his thirties maybe. Not a bad looking man, but albeit a bit small for a bodyguard. He was quite muscular, as too be expected and he had a scar on the left side of his face that went from his forehead to his ear. “Hey, I’m Trevor” He stuck out his hand and Mark responded.
“Mark, nice to meet you.” His handshake was firm. Trevor gave a quick look and nodded approvingly.
“I don’t know how much you have been told about Lady Evelyne but you better know how to keep yourself from staring. She isn’t keen on guys that get easily arroused.” Mark was taken aback.
“What?”
“It’s just as I said. She dislikes it, so she’ll probably fire you straight away, so hold it together.”
“But why would I get arroused on the job? What is it that we are supposed to do?” Mark blurted out
Trevor shook his head and sighed. He looked a little bit as if he was searching for the right words.
“It’s not that there’s something weird in our job description, we’re just bodyguards, but it’s how Lady Evelyne likes to spend her time.” He blushed a bit saying it and Mark laughed a bit at the sight of Trevors face. Trevor recomposed himself and continued.
“You’ll see it for yourself soon enough, just follow me.”

They walked through the long corridors and into the dining hall where miss Dima was seated with a couple of younger women. They stole a glance at Mark as he was passing by and he could hear them whisper words to each other. They were always excited to see a new guy since Lady Evelyne was so keen on only hiring women around the mansion. Mark wasn’t paying much attention since he was still wondering what Trevor meant with his words but tried to let it go. They continued their way and reached a hallway with a room at the end of it. Two guards were standing in front of the door and looked relieved to see Trevor and Mark leading up to them. Trevor went up to introduce Mark but at the same time Mark heard strange sounds coming from the room. It sounded like a woman screaming in pain? Mark grabbed Trevor by the arm.
“What’s happening? Shouldn’t we check it out?” Mark looked slightly worried towards Trevor but he laughed wryly and replied.
“This is normal, better not intrude if you don’t want to get fired on your first day.”
Mark wasn’t completely convinced but he kept himself from questioning further. They switched with the two guards and held the door. Trevor turned towards Mark and whispered
“Lady Evelyne doesn’t want you to look at her or touch her.. or disobey her. If you do as she says, you’ll be fine and the job won’t be that bad. But if you do something that will upset her, she’s quick to fire someone. The more unnoticable you are the better” Trevor looked at Mark trying to get a read if he understood clearly and Mark responded with a nod.
After a while the sounds stopped and it got quiet. A loud pouncing on the door startled Mark and Trevor quickly turned around to open the large door of the room. He held his head downwards as a woman in a bathrobe with a blushed face and messy dark blonde hair trembled outside. She smiled with a certain glow on her face as she walked pass the two guards. Mark looked at Trevor hinting if they should follow her, but Trevor still held the door open. Out of curiosity Mark looked through the door opening to see another woman standing in her bathrobe. Her hair was dark and slightly curly that bounced lightly on her shoulders. She had piercing blue eyes with a smudge of brown in them. Her bathrobe was half open and most of her slender body could be seen. Some sweat was dripping between her firm breasts and slowly slid down to between her thighs. She took the belt of her bathrobe and nonchalantly closed her bathrobe ever so slightly.
“Get me Annabelle” She said. “I need to take a bath.” She said these words without even so much as looking at the two men guarding her door, but Trevor nonetheless nodded quickly in response.
“I’ll be right back” said Trevor to Mark as he abruptly walked off and left Mark on his own standing in front of the door. Mark was stumped at what he just had seen. He wasn’t used to seeing a woman so unashamed. His thoughts were disrupted when he heard another knock on the door. Since Trevor had quickly opened it before, he did the logical thing. He grabbed the handle and opened it and turned his gaze downwards as he saw Trevor do.
“You’re new” She said as if stating a fact and this time she was looking right at him. Mark could feel her gaze upon him. He was wondering if he should say something.
“Look up so I can see your face” she touched his face with her hand and before thinking clearly Mark instinctively grabbed her wrist in his defense. A sudden shudder went through his body as he quickly realised his mistake and let go.
She looked at him irritated and moved closer to him, pushing him towards the wall with her hands. Her hand grabbed his throat and she leaned in. He could feel her warm body almost pressing onto him.
“Don’t ever touch me again without my say-so” It was a clear warning. Even though she was smaller and weighed significantly less than he did, there was something dangerous about the way she said it. She moved back a little but her hand was still on his throat. He tried not to look but thinking how she had just been standing there practically naked and how her body almost touched him just now, he was feeling a little weird. She looked at him at bit before she let go of his throat and he did his best to avoid her gaze. “Bad start, better not piss me off again” She took a deep breath and shook her head.
“If Annabelle is here, you can just let her in, no need to wait for approval.” After she had said that, she went back inside and closed the door herself. Mark felt his heart racing a bit as he didn’t know what to make of this unexpected turn of events. Not get arroused is what Trevor had said and he wasn’t able to make much sense of it then, but standing here, he had almost gotten fired already. Not a great start indeed.
Not too much later Trevor arrived with a girl that was one of the women that had been whispering in the dining room.
“Did something happen?” Trevor asked softly while giving a quick look at Mark who seemed a bit flustered.
“Uh, she said Annebelle could come in without her approval”
Trevor stared at Mark a bit longer thinking if he should require further, but decided not too and opened the door to let Annebelle in.

After a while Trevor and Mark changed up with two other guards and went back to their seperate rooms. The bed was indeed a bit too small but not as uncomfortable as he would have thought. Since the day seemed to have been long, it didn’t take much for him to fall asleep.
The next morning Mark heard a loud banging sound on his door and still half sleepy he opened the door to see Trevor standing there.
“It’s time for breakfast, come on.” Mark readied himself and dressed himself in the appropriate atire. The suit was still crampy and he thought about mentioning it to Trevor if they may have something more fitted, but he thought it might be a bit too soon to start complaining already. He looked at himself in the mirror and was happy to know that no more bruises could be seen on his face. He ran his fingers through his brown wavy hair and stared at himself through his greenish eyes. He was tall and looked good, though he didn’t seem to care so much. He hadn’t been to interested in dating women since he always tried to take care of his sister first. When they were young and their mother died she had took it upon herself to raise him and got herself mixed in with the wrong crowd. She sold her body so they could have food on the table and he hadn’t known for quite some time untill she started getting weaker and one night she burst into tears telling him everything. After that when he was old enough he took on every type of job that he could find to repay her and help her get back to a normal life. Because of this he hadn’t been in many relationships and the one that had lasted a bit longer didn’t end well. He got frustrated thinking about it and realised he was getting late for breakfast reminiscing like this.

They entered the dining hall and a few woman had gathered. Lady Evelyne was seated on the end of the table and she seemed to be enjoying herself. A girl was sitting on top of her barely clothed and Evelyne was feeding her fruits. Evelyne licked the girl’s lips and pinched the girl’s nipple and a moan escaped from the girls mouth.
“Just ignore it and don’t stare” Trevor warned Mark. Even though he heard his warning, he was caught off guard and couldn’t help but look towards them. In a brief moment Evelyne caught his glance and stared back at him but instead of looking angry, she had a faint smile on her face. Mark quickly looked away as he knew he was seen staring. Just the morning after and I’m already breaking another rule, he thought.

During breakfast he managed to keep himself looking elsewhere but he wasn’t used to this. His body wanted to react and he knew he had to help himself before he was going to find himself back on the street. He had some spare time so he quickly got his stuff to take a shower that he needed to take anyway and walked through the corridors when he finally found one. When he opened the door he heard a familiar voice.
“You” She slowly walked towards him and he kind of froze in place. She was wearing another bathrobe but this time she had it closed properly.
“I saw you staring during breakfast and now you’re off to the showers.” she seemed to be in a bad mood.
“If you’re going to be jerking off thinking about what you saw, then you might as well pack your things and go.” She was standing close to him now and Mark felt like he just got caught. How was he going to get himself out of this? Her talking about him jerking off and thinking about what he saw at the dining table, it was hard not too get turned on. Her hand reached for his bulge and he wanted to grab her hand to stop her but remembered her threat from last time so he held himself back. Thinking this wasn’t going well for him, Mark suddenly heard a loud bang and something shattered at that moment. Glass shards flew across the hallway and they both were shocked at the sudden sound they heard. A gunshot? Mark’s instinct turned on, ignoring her warning, and he grabbed Evelyne by her waist shielding her with his body. He lowered their bodies so they got out of reach of the windows and quickly pushed her into the bathroom. He dove inside and quickly closed the door. He turned around to look at her and she tried to get up. He didn’t have time for this he thought and he grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the ground.
“Stay down or you might die” He said while trying to remain calm.
“You fucking asshole” She struggled and tried to claw her way out of his hands but he held her tighter.
“I’m sorry, but this is the safest option” He pressed his body against hers so she wouldn’t be able too move as much. She stared at him with piercing eyes but he slowly felt her movements become less as if she was accepting what was happening. They could both feel their hearts beating in their chests.
“It’s been a while since a mans body laid on top of me like that” she said softly. She didn’t seem angry anymore and Mark was confused by this sudden change in behavior. He looked up to her to see if she was okay and she placed one hand on his face. She gently let her fingers go over his lips and pushed to let them inside. Mark jolted upwards. He saw her lying on the floor, her bathrobe wasn’t covering anything anymore and he could see how good her body looked. He was still sitting on top of her and he quickly got up before she could feel his response. In the distance muffled sounds of footsteps and voices could be heard as they grew louder.
“What happened? Lady Evelyne?” Trevor’s panicked voice could be clearly heard and Mark slowly came to his senses.
“She’s fine, we’re fine.” He responded and snapped back to reality. We just got shot at, this was no time to be thinking of other stuff, Mark concludedt. He calmed himself down and opened the door to see Trevor with a bewildered look on his face.
“We took shelter in the bathroom after we heard the shot, we’re both okay.”
Mark looked around to see the damage and glass shards were strewn across the hallway and a bullet hole was etched in the wall.
“The other guards are searching to see where it came from, maybe we can still catch the bastard.” Trevor walked around looking for clues.
“We need to get Lady Evelyne to safety.” he walked past Mark and took a quick glance at Evelyne who was sitting sideways on the marble floor of the bathroom with her bathrobe covering her body.
“Please, lady Evelyne, we need to take you to the safe room” He held his head down and waited for her response.
“It seems I have no choice.” She said and she got up and let the two men guide her to the room. Mark and Trevor walked on either side and made sure the windows couldn’t get a clear view on her. After the dust settled a bit some other women and miss Dima came to the room as well and everyone kept on talking about what happened and how lucky lady Evelyne had to have been to still be alive.
Trevor took Mark apart and asked with a soft voice.
“What really happened?”
“What do you mean? We got shot at and we managed to hide and that was it” Mark got a bit flustered thinking about what happened in the bathroom.
“I mean, I wondered if they had a good shot, but missed on purpose. Like a warning shot more than a killshot.” Trevor looked unsettled.
Oh, he meant that, Mark thought and felt a bit relieved.
“Well, she was standing next to me, so I wasn’t standing in the way, so I guess that could be?”
Mark thought about what Trevor said and was realising how close lady Evelyne got to have been killed right in front of him just then. He looked back to at lady Evelyne, but she seemed to be in a good mood and teasing one of the ladies that was beside her. Guess it didn’t faze her as much he thought and he felt some strange feeling of awe that he couldn’t really place.

“She’ll need more intensive guarding. From now on, one of you isn’t to leave her side at all times.” Miss Dima was clear when she said this message to all the bodyguards.
“Pick a number for all I care, but make sure there is always someone next to her.” She hesitated a bit before she continued
“Mark Stanson, she would like to have a word with you. The rest can come with me while I’ll fill you in with the new details of the job.”
Mark believed this was it, he was going to get fired. The rest was getting a debriefing and he was going to be told to fuck off. Trevor gave him a worried look and Mark just shrugged. Unmotivated he got himself to walk towards lady Evelynes room and tried to come up with some excuse or reason as to why he shouldn’t be fired. Did he really mess up badly? Could he have reacted differently in that situation? He had merely reacted instinctively in a dangerous situation. He felt frustrated and thought of how willing he would be to beg to let her make him stay. Quite far he thought, thinking of his sister. He needed the money and there weren’t really any other options. Reluctantly he knocked on the door of safe room where Evelyne was still being held.
“Who is it?”
“Mark Stanson”
“Come in”
It wasn’t noticable in her voice that she was in any way shaken by the situation and sounded fairly calm. He opened the door and she was pacing back and forth. She was wearing a somewhat formal dress and had her hair tied in a knot. He was a bit taken aback seeing her properply dressed for the first time. Though it didn’t make her less alluring somehow, Mark believed. He held his head down as not to stare to long and make even more mistakes.
“Miss Dima told me you asked for me?”
She paused her pacing and sat on the bed that was in the middle of the room.
“We need to talk about what happened.”
She crossed her legs and leaned a bit forward.
“You stared at me during breakfast, you touched me and pushed me on the ground, you laid on top of me with your body pressing me down....” Mark could feel her piercing gaze.
“I’m sorry.. I won’t do it again.” Was apologizing like this going to help? It sounded like she already made up her mind, Mark considered.
It became silent for a while and he was thinking of what else he could say.
“I’m not sure why, but I’m willing to give you one more chance.” She said and got up from the bed, she walked up closer towards him.
“I’m not sure what happened today, but it seems I’m no longer safe in this house. The way you reacted, even though it is against my rules, you tried to protect me.” She sounded calm and business like. As if she was just stating the facts.
“So, I feel like you can’t be the one who’s betrayed me.” She started pacing around the room again.
“It’s more likely someone else. You were close as well when it happened so that would have been too risky if you were involved.” It was almost sounding more like mumbling and Mark had to pay more attention to understand what she was saying. A betrayer? he thought, someone in this household was trying to get rid of her?
“It’s best if you can be by my side for the duration, untill we find who did this, don’t you think?”
She looked at Mark as she asked this question and he wasn’t sure what to say. A few questions came to mind asking what the duration would be? Why was she deciding this on her own? What was going on in this household? And what did she mean, by her side?
“If that is what you want” Mark said, not sure what else to say. At least it would mean he still had a job.
“Good puppy, saying exactly what I want to hear.” She had an ominous grin on her face.
“Go pack your things and bring them here, you’ll be sleeping in the same room as I from now on.” She pointed at the door for Mark to leave. He nodded and left the room. When outside he tried to comprehend the situation. He didn’t get fired but instead he had to be with her all times? Was this better or worse? He headed towards his room so he could grab his stuff. He only had a suitcase and wasn’t even unpacked that much. He stuffed his things back in and stopped briefly when a fleeting thought of him just leaving the premises came over him. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a feeling he was going to get sucked into a deep dark hole. Yet he couldn’t find a good reason why something so ominous would happen. Being a bodyguard means protecting your client and being by their side just meant he could do his job better. There was nothing to worry about, he tried to convince himself.

When he got back at the safe room he could softly hear voices arguing in the room. He didn’t mean to pry, but he found himself trying to hear what they were saying nonetheless.
In the room Evelyne was pacing around.
“This is some bullshit” she said. Miss Dima was trying to calm her down, but to no avail.
“It was obviously just a warning shot and now I have to go into hiding?!”
“It’s best to stay here till we know more, it’s not safe to go out.” Miss Dima made another effort, but Evelyne had no intention of calming down.
“And I can’t even have a girl come over?” Evelyne sighed deeply and stood still for a minute.
“I asked Mark to stand by my side, I don’t particularly like him, but it doesn’t make sense for him to be involved in this incident” Miss Dima just shrugged her shoulders as she didn’t mind the decision.
“As long as someone is keeping you safe” she said and after a brief pause she added;
“Also,.. your father…”
“Don’t fucking mention it” Evelyne said angrily. She walked up to Miss Dima and told her to get out. Miss Dima hesitated for a second, but nodded and let herself out the door.
Mark was standing outside and tried not to look as if he had been listening, but Miss Dima glanced a suspicious look at him nonetheless.
“Oh right, seems it’s just you who will be guarding her 24/7. I hope you’re up for the task.” She sounded a bit angry but she took a deep breath and added;
“I hope you will guard her well, I know you’re still new here, but she means a lot to me, please keep her safe.” She held a hand on Marks shoulder and he could feel that she meant that when she said it.
“Also keep in mind that no one is allowed in, no matter how much she pleads for it, not until we know more about what happened.” Miss Dima looked at Mark as he nodded “I’ll leave her to you then.” She patted Marks shoulder and walked away while Lady Evelyne was waiting in the doorway staring straight at Mark.
“You got your things?” Evelyne looked at Mark’s suitcase and smirked a bit. “That’s it huh.”
Mark didn’t say anything but just nodded. He didn’t have much and he didn’t care for much either. If he had anything worth of value he would just give it to his sister anyway. He wasn’t sure if he was jealous of people that seemed to have everything, but he knew he felt frustrated if people treated money like something they could just throw away.
The safe room had everything that was needed to live comfortably, it was like a spacious studio. There was a bathroom with a bath and shower, a queen sized bed and even a small office like room. A small window with thick layers that could withstand bullets was looking out into the inner garden. Mark wondered where he was supposed to be sleeping.
“Ah, this is fucking boring” Evelyne walked around the room like she couldn’t sit still.
“You, aren’t you going to need a bed or something? Or do you like sleeping on the floor?” She vaguely gestured at some empty places on the floor for Mark to sleep on.
“No I’m… I mean, I’ll ask if they have a mattress or something.”
“Hmm, whatever, it doesn’t concern me.” She said and Mark felt a little annoyed, but tried not to get riled up. She sighed again and picked up a bag with documents in it and walked towards the little office space where she started working. She was the CEO of a small PR start-up and could handle doing most of her work via phone or laptop. She was a bit worried about some meeting with clients, but those were next week. Hopefully everything was going to be resolved by then she thought, but she didn’t feel to sure about it.
When it became later in the evening she found Mark sitting in a chair and reading a book. There was a decent looking mattress on the floor with a pillow and a bedsheet. He looked up to her, but she didn’t pay him any regard so he continued reading. She walked around pacing in the room with her arms crossed around her body.
“I don’t think it can do any harm really.” She said out loud. Was she talking to him? Mark thought.
“I mean, I know my girls, I know them well.” She smiled while thinking of her latest adventures in the bed.
“I don’t think it can do any harm if you allow at least Myranna in here.” She walked up to Mark and with one finger lowered his book.
“I won’t even get mad if you want to watch.” She looked him straight in the eyes and he felt a bit taken aback. Miss Dima had made it clear that no one was to enter, so he wasn’t allowed to let that happen, but a small voice in his head wanted to say yes.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He managed to say.
“But then what am I supposed to do?” She said sultry. Mark was getting a bit flustered and wasn’t sure how to interpret this. He knew she wasn’t into guys, so this was probably just her playing around to get what she wanted. He just happened to be in the position to give her that, he reasoned.
“Unless Miss Dima says it’s okay, I won’t allow it” He said, sounding more sure than he was inside. She pouted and let go of his book. Thinking he got off the hook he got back to his book, even though his mind was wondering off to Evelyne and a girl named Myranna being very friendly together. It was only a couple of minutes later when there was a soft knock on the door that made Mark realise he wasn’t off the hook yet. Mark got up and glanced at Evelyne who just put her hands up. He walked towards the door and undid the frame to uncover a glass panel. A woman was standing in front of the door and he recognised her as the girl he first saw walking out Evelyne’s room.
“At least let me say hi” Evelyne spoke and was already standing very close next to Mark and looking up at him. He was hesitating while Evelyne took it as a chance to carefully open the door. She grabbed the girls hand and let her in the room. Mark tried to redeem himself but he only said to be quick about it, realizing he was probably making a mistake.