EVA’S SWEET REVENGE
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY
Danielle Gianni Corrick
Danielle Gianni Corrick
AUTHOR: Danielle Gianni Corrick…born and raised in N.J. Married, mother of two…hairdresser by day, and writer by night.
Books by Danielle Gianni Corrick
‘An Erotic Vampire Romance’ Series
Black Vol. 1
Lana Vol. 2
Dracula Vol. 3
Awe…some short stories (a children’s book)
Copyrighted and published by
Danielle Gianni Corrick
Thank you to my amazing husband Jason Corrick for all that you do for me, and for taking such great care of our wonderful family, and thank you for being a terrific daddy. You’re the best, J. Thank you for dealing with my madness, as I act a fool at times; while I’m trapped in certain characters of mine. I thank you so much for loving me just as I am; crazy and full of light, but most of all I want to thank you for blessing me with the best children ever. They have my heart and they have my soul. Thank you Jason and Desiree,’ for praying for mommy and her book. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you and your prayers. I love you both so very much. I love you more than the stars and the moon, and deeper than the ocean. Thank you to my gorgeous mommy and my handsome daddy, my beautiful sister Michelle and my sweet heart brother Anthony. Thank you to my family and my friends. I love you all, and I thank you for loving me. A special thank you goes to Kim Popailo Radice. Thank you so much for pushing me to my limits with this one Kimmie. What would I do without you? I love you. Thank you to all who believe in me, and thank you God for holding my hand through your work of art called life.
Dedicated to two amazing friends of mine who left us way too soon; however in the moment of writer’s block I called upon them both as I would if they were here. I needed their inspiration and I needed their light, just as they shined it upon me. They answered me, as they helped me to create this mastermind twisted piece of art…I thank you Matthew Bonfanti, and I thank you Joel Olmeda. I love you both…my angels. Xoxo
CHAPTER 1: Evangelize Taylor
CHAPTER 2: Kyle Cohan
CHAPTER 3: PT-141
CHAPTER 4: The Mary’s Go Round
CHAPTER 5: The Red Moussaieff Red Diamond
CHAPTER 6: 17th. Century Semper Augustus
CHAPTER 7: Cinderella
CHAPTER 8: The Run Away Bride
CHAPTER 9: Truth Be Told…Behind A Joker Smile
CHAPTER 10: Dr. Brett
CHAPTER 11: True Colors…Of Black And Blues
CHAPTER 12: Wetter Than Wet
CHAPTER 13: Dr. Feel Good
CHAPTER 14: Surprise…Fucking Surprise!
CHAPTER 15: Panic, Relief…And Pleasure
CHAPTER 16: Bob…And The Black Cadillac
CHAPTER 17: Male Escort
CHAPTER 18: Lies And Seduction
CHAPTER 19: Bitches Of Brielle
CHAPTER 20: Eva’s Sweet Revenge
“Eva do you think you can work tomorrow night? I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but.” An offended look comes upon my face, and an attitude comes across my voice as I respond to my co-worker who usually works Friday nights. Since I don’t have a boyfriend and she does, Emma thinks I should cover her shift at the store. “Well, I don’t know yet. I may be going out tomorrow night.” “With whom, Eva, are you dating someone and you didn’t tell me?” With my quick answer back, a little white lie later “Well, kinda. We’re just talking really, nothing serious I guess, but he did ask me if I wanted to go for a drink with him tomorrow night at the “Bar and Grill’and I just might go. It all depends really, on if I find something to wear. I know what I’m looking for; something red, tight, and hot!” Emma, is confused on how to answer me, as she places her wool hat on her head “Okay, so, are you saying you will let me know if you can work my shift or not, or are you telling me no?” My mind begins to ponder the thought. I do need the extra money. It is time and a half on a holiday, and Valentine’s Day in our store is the biggest holiday of the year. I don’t want to sound too desperate, so instead I allow my voice box to release whatever it feels like saying at this time, and with no filter. “I’ll let you know tonight sometime, after I go shopping; to see if I can find that tight red dress that I’m looking for.” Emma wants nothing more than to take off on Valentine’s Day, and I really want to be a good friend and help her out, but there’s not a day other than this day that I hate more. As Emma prepares to leave the store, she stops and begins to remove her wool hat. She places it inside of her jacket pocket; she takes her jacket off, and she places everything down and yells at me “Get your shit together, get out of that uniform. You’re going shopping for that special dress, and if you find your dress that means you are going out tomorrow night, right? But, if you don’t find what you’re looking for, you’re not going out, and you can work for me? Am I reading you right?” I know what Emma’s doing. She’s giving me a chance to find my dress sooner than later, therefore she will know if I’m going to work for her. I hesitate on leaving work early, although I know I’m going to do so. I don’t want to jump at Emma’s offer, so I don’t. I decide that I’ll wait a good ten minutes, as I check my Facebook and Twitter accounts. Despising this holiday, as I notice all of the envious posts of love and flowers and hearts and fucking everything I hate about Valentine’s Day; because I have no one to share it with. Before I answer Emma, I come up with another white lie…a lie I want to be so very real. “Well, it looks like he still wants to take me out tomorrow night. So I guess I’ll take you up on your offer, and I’ll get looking for that killer dress.” I pack up my things and I grab my changing bag so I can change out of my work uniform, and into my jeans and sweater. While walking into the back room to change, I hear Emma on the phone with her boyfriend “I don’t know if I can go yet, Eva may have a date, and I’m really happy for her if she does.” That’s all I needed to hear. I of course am going to eventually tell Emma she has tomorrow off, just not quite yet. As I continue to change out of my uniform; I put on my favorite pair of dark blue skinny jeans with rips, and my see through light pink cashmere sweater that falls off the one shoulder. The snow is picking up outside. Thankfully, I brought my Uggs with me, and amen to be out of those damn silver stilettos. As I grab my nude leather jacket I say to Emma, while placing on my red leather gloves with light brown fur lining “Listen I just got a text from my date, I’m not going out until 11:00 tomorrow night. Since we close the store at 10:00 p.m. anyway, I can still make my date and have plenty of time to get ready, but I will take you up on your offer for tonight. I’m off to find my hot ass dress!” While the giggles cover my cries of all my white lies, I smile and I look back at Emma as she wipes her eyes. She’s so happy that she now has off on Valentine’s Day; lucky fucking her.
I leave the store on this Thursday afternoon just to go shopping for a special red dress; for Valentine’s Day, and only to go out on a date that doesn’t even exist. This all feels weird, but fulfilling too. I’m going shopping, fuck it, and I’m going to buy a special dress too damn it! Who cares if I have no one to go out with, I will go out anyway. These are a few of the many thoughts that are evading my lonely mind. With the snow accumulating and people driving like assholes, and with the mall only fifteen minutes away; there is no doubt that I can make it despite the bumper to bumper traffic. I know I can handle just fifteen more minutes of road rage. The honking will never get anyone anywhere, so why do it? With my eyes focused on the road of white; my mind begins to wander on what look I’m going to go for, and how I’m going to wear my hair. Up or down? While sitting in traffic, I stare at myself in my rear view mirror, just fussing with my hair. Grabbing clips out of my glove box, and bobby pins out from my purse, as I’m playing with my hair; ideas swoon inside my mind, on who’s going to remove these pins from my hair tomorrow night. Will it be anyone other than myself I wonder? The traffic breaks its cluster fuck, as the road opens up allowing me to be on my merry fucking way. With only about five miles left to go, I notice a car parked at a plastic surgeons office, and it is a Chrome Maserati. It has caught my eye, and it has caught it good. There’s a woman with a long white fur coat, and long blonde wavy hair getting inside of it; the driver is unseen. Pulling away, the Maserati takes off as a bat out of hell. I notice the license plate, which is pretty wild; ‘D-MON’. As if he or she is hell on wheels. Brilliance, is my first thought. The traffic continues to move. The Maserati is way out of sight and the mall is in my eye’s view. There it is! It’s the mall. I know I’m going to find my dress, and I also need the perfect pair of earings to go with it, rhinestone ones. We have the perfect panties at the store; the red satin thongs with the red satin bow. I want to be the gift to be opened. I want to be opened up by a man on Valentine’s Day, and not by one of my toys; not this Valentine’s Day, but who am I fooling? Although, I have no one to impress, I still lust for that great dress. As I walk into the the third store, I set my eyes on the perfect dress! There it is, like cupid shot the arrow, and it landed on this dress. It’s perfect and it’s all mine. It’s a size seven, and there’s only one left! When I put it on, I’ll know if it’s the one for me. Yes! It fits me just right. I love the way it hugs my curves, and how it just covers my butt. I love the way my thighs pop, and the way my boobs fill the top out perfect; with its low cut asymmetrical front. The price tag is just right, only $58.00. I also have a disount of 20% at ‘Beau’s’. It will pair nicely with my leather jacket. It will take it to a chill level, as opposed to a dressy look. I also have the perfect shoes at home that will go with this dress, my nude stilettos with rhinestone heels. I can’t wait to get home to try it all on.
While in the dressing room, I hear a woman’s voice “Oh…hey now control yourself. Someone may hear us Master.” The whispering continues, as does the heavy breathing in the next booth over. A locked dressing room and a couple fucking inside of it, how lucky am I? How convenient. I’m very lucky actually. The more I hear, the more I want to hear. It’s the way he says “Say my name…call me Master!” All I hear is silence. It sounds as if he’s shoved something into her mouth to shut her up. My ear stays close to the wall to listen. It’s the woman; muffled are her words, her moans, her cries. Loud is his breathing beyond the walls of the dressing room stall. I continue to get dressed back into my jeans and my sweater, as I hear the door next to me open. I know that it’s them. I want to see them, so I scurry my shit, and I get on out of this stall real quick. Where the hell did they go? Nowhere is anyone to be seen, and neither are my keys or my phone. Duh…I left them inside of the dressing room. I go back into the stall to retrieve my belongings, and I notice on the floor in the next stall over; but a red silk tie. I go over to it, and I pick it up. There is no price-tag on it, but there is a name; it looks as if it belongs to someone. Immediately I know that it belongs to the man; who was just in here fucking away.