DISCLAIMER!

1. This story and its plot is purely fictional. I have no intentions on offending anyone. So I have to inform you that the protagonist will be involved with MORE than 1 love interests at the same time. If you feel like this idea offends you please stop reading.

2. The story is rated 18+ since there will be sexual content, violence and harassment scenes involved.

3. I am not a native English speaker and as a result there are going to be some grammar or spelling errors. I hope you will be able to bear with that and it won't stop you from reading!

That being said let's get to the story! Happy reading:

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Evelyn's POV

Receptionist: Can you tell me your name miss?

Evelyn: Evelyn, Evelyn Taylor.

Receptionist: Alright miss Taylor, here is your key.

I take the key from the woman still feeling out of place. She gives me a half suspicious look over her glasses but I try not to pay her any attention.

I look around at the hotel's lobby and find myself frowning at the sight of the unknown place. Everything is so...shiny. Yeah that's the right word.! Sparkle and light all around! So much it blinds me, I am better in the dark..I am used to it at least. When you get used to something you learn to like it I guess.

Evelyn: Thank you.

I thank the woman and look at my room's key. Number 13? I thought hotels don't use this number. The unlucky one..well-I am the unlucky one as well, so it seems about right.

The elevator stops. The doors open and I walk toward my room.

A man walks by me and smirks at himself as he checks out my body. A man in suit, probably wealthy with a respected social status. He can even be a husband, a father. And yet without any shame he looks at me like I am just a piece of meat!

I hate it! I hate it when that happens! I used to be flattered when someone looked my way but my perspective completely changed... now.

After everything that happened? I fucking hate it! Every time a man looks at me like this, I want to rip off my skin, I feel disgusted..disgusted with myself!

Evelyn: OPEN UP DAMNIT!

I try to open the door but my hand is shaking like crazy. And I just need a shelter somewhere to hide!

Man: It won't open only by yelling at it, you know...

I stand still at the voice heard behind my back.

When I turn around I lose my breath just by coming face to face with a weirdly handsome yet somehow scary stranger.

The man in front of me was tall with a toned body, not muscular like a body builder, no..but he definitely was on shape. He had tattoos all over his body, at least the skin his clothes left exposed. Even at his neck, and piercings at his nose and ears, and yet he didn't look like a bad guy. But then again how would I know? Just because of his grey eyes or his silky black hair? No. I learned long ago not to judge a book by its cover.

Evelyn: I-

Without waiting for my answer he takes the key from my hand and unlocks the door.

Man: It's simple as that.

He smiles down at me and hands me back the key. I find myself staring into his foggy eyes for a moment but as soon as I realize how close he is I feel my heart beating faster and faster and my breathing slowly starting to stop..NO!

Not again..

Man: Are you ok?

Evelyn: I..I'll be..

That's all I manage to say before I get into the room slamming the door behind me. I lean on the door with my back for some support..breathe Evelyn..breathe!

You can't have a panic attack, not now..not here! You have gone away , you are safe, you are free..he can't touch you..he can't!

I manage to stand up straight and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face with some cold water, in an attempt to calm down.

Snap out of it Evelyn!

But then again..how can I?How can I forget what happened? I have been planning to leave for years now.

She couldn't resist the addiction..she couldn't move on.

My mother and heroine were best friends. She was always so broken, she only saw me as an obstacle.

But he was different! At least I thought he was..he promised to help her. He promised to-and I believed him!

How stupid could I be?!

And then..his body against mine..his lips at places I didn't want him to touch! Each day was a thing itself.

I didn't dwell in the past or looked in the future..How could I? How could I forget? How could I move on?!

When I was still feeling his coarse whisky tongue licking my skin.

I close my eyes and count to ten..again and again.

Until I could breathe again.

Is this really going to be my life from now on? Maybe..but it doesn't feel like living, more like surviving..or simply existing.

It's been a month since I left and I am still a mess. I left my home. I left my mother with her dealer. I wanted to protect her, that's why I stayed..I gave up on college when they called me from the hospital she was in, because she had a crisis due to overdose. She promised me that day..she promised me she'd change. She said it helped her deal with pain..a pain she never told me who or what caused.

But she never did..she never stopped..and I know she never will.

*whispers*

''I wanted to protect you mum...I wanted to help you..but you didn't want to help yourself.''

And now I am going from one hotel to another. Only with some spare clothes and some money I earn from temporary part time jobs. What can I do after all?

A 23 years old woman with no university degree, or work experience in any field. The only thing I am good at is being kind to children. I love kids..they have a purity, a kindness! They remind me of a light I have lost long ago.

It's no use for self pity right now.I am running out of money.

I grab a newspaper and look for any job postings. There are some, asking for a babysitter.. maybe I shouldn't call I can't trust some strangers..no probably a waitresses position will be better.At least I'll be around many people.

For some reason though..I can't focus on that..my mind keeps going back to the stranger who helped me open the door..I didn't even have time to thank him..or maybe I shouldn't? But his presence was....imposing? Yeah..that must be the right word.

I shake my head and focus on what I was doing.

The money I have won't last more than two days. And besides..lust love and whatever comes along is on the bottom of my list.

Survival comes first!

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Anthony's POV

Anthony: Mary?

Receptionist

Mary

: Mr. Vinsezi! I didn't know you were here!

She smooths her hair and looks at me with a smile. Of course! I should have expected it. The power? The looks? The money? I don't know what causes that but whenever me or my brothers are around she acts this way. And it would be a lie to say she is the only one.

Anthony: Really? I spent the night here. You should be more observant. That's why we pay you after all.

Mary: Y-yes sir! You are right.it won't happen again.

Anthony: I hope so. Now, I want to know who's staying at 13. They rarely agree to stay at the "cursed" room.

She looked at me for only a brief moment before answering

Mary: she came before here an hour ago..um, let me check. Right! Evelyn Taylor.

That woman I bumped into the hallway.. something about her was so captivating! Her innocence? Her clumsiness? Maybe that!

And then how she was struggling to open the door when it was that simple!

She looked at me almost terrified and as weird as it is I can't lie, I found it cute.

But when she closed the door behind her I could hear her breathing heavy..she was probably crying. And it felt like I couldn't stand it!

My body was asking me to bark into that room and hold her til the end of the world! Her smell filled me in and my mind was going blank from desire...that smell..her smell was amazing..so sweet and strong. I should learn whatever I could about her.

Anthony: Evelyn I see.

Even her name tasted sweet damnit! I should tell my brothers.

Anthony: Don't let her pay, and tell her that she can stay here as long as she wants.

Mary: But—

*BANG!*

I slammed my fist on the table so hard she jumped back.

Anthony: No buts, no questioning. I told you to do something and you goddamn well do it!

Mary: ...yes sir.

I nod at her and leave her there scared like a beaten cat.

We should probably fire her but then again, who's gonna guarantee the next one will be any better?!

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-Back home-

David: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!

Old grumpy David. Always playing the protective big brother. Although I shouldn't be the one to talk. He is always helping us whenever we get in trouble. And that happens a lot!

He approached me with a death glare and sniffed the air. Damnit! Her scent is growing stronger and he can sense it too!

Anthony: I was at the hotel.

David: And what's that?

Anthony: That what?!

David: Don't play dumb at me fucker! Who's the woman.

He seemed ready to punch me and I lifted my hands up in surrender, no need to deny it anyway!

Anthony: I met a woman..

David: A brunette?

Anthony: That's right.

I smirk thinking back at her beautiful long hair and that tiny yet curvy body of hers..she really was something!

David: What's her deal?

Anthony: You can feel it too?

My brother nodded and he licked his lips. Well well, seems like I'll have a pretty good opponent at claiming her.

Anthony: Back of man, I saw her first.

David: You know that's not how it works.

Our conversation was interrupted by a running kid who almost knocked me down trying to hide behind my back.

Roberto: FUCK! COVER FOR ME ANTHONY!

Anthony: What the hell kid?!

David: Is that blood?

Roberto touched his lip and cussed

Roberto: He'll pay for that!

Luca: Says who you little shit?!

Anthony: Woah!

Luca storms in ready to attack the kid but David grab him from the t-shirt throwing him to the ground.

Luca: the fuck?!

Anthony: Watch your tongue boy.

Luca: *shrugs* right! Like everyone else in this damn house!

David: NEXT TIME YOU'LL HIT YOUR LITTLE BROTHER I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OF YOUR SHOULDERS! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!

Luca gulped uncomfortable and nodded he stood up still glaring at Roberto but didn't continue the argument.

David: now to your room.

He didn't dare to object and Roberto thanked us under his breath

Anthony:what did you do kid?

Roberto: Nothing

David: He wouldn't hit you if it was nothing.

Roberto: He said I was a cock blocker. He had a girl in his room..

The kid lowered his head and I couldn't help but laugh

Anthony: Like father like son.

David: His hormones will do us no good, he is only 15

Anthony: same age Victor and Arya—

David: Shut up!

Roberto: What about mum?

David: Nothing kid. Go to your room and stay away from your brother

Roberto: *shrugs* whatever!

The kid walked away just for his father to walk downstairs annoyed

Victor: Can you stop screaming? Mirella just fell asleep!

Anthony: Sorry man but your boys were fighting again, I swear they are growing up quite messy.

Victor walks in with the same "I'll kill you look he always had". When Arya died two years ago he lost his world, he was left with three kids, half shifters and the love of his life, his mate, gone.

Victor: I can't deal with them any longer..

David: We could find a babysitter

Anthony: I second that!

Suddenly he looks at me with a raised eyebrow

Victor: Who is she?

Anthony: You can smell her scent?!

Victor: Yes.

I and David exchange a glance

Anthony: How? You have found your mate!

Victor: *growls* Don't talk about her!

David: Calm down, it's just that you weren't supposed to sense her.

Victor: But I do. Who is she?

Anthony: I don't know. She stayed at our hotel.

Lies! I know her sweet name and it turns me on so damn much!

David: We need to find out what's up with her.

Anthony: And you'll need a babysitter! The sooner the better! The kids are driving me crazy!

Victor:*groans* I agree on the babysitter..

I can't agree on the woman part..but she smells so good! Shit!

David: Then it's settled.

Who is she and why has she had this effect on all the three of us? I need to know..

Evelyn hm? I might just pay you a visit!

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