Chapter 5: His Side of the Story

Extra: Evan’s POV

I've noticed Savannah really likes my face. Evidence? On our wedding day, she stared at me for ages.

She looked so nervous, cheeks flushed, eyes darting everywhere but at me. I caught her sneaking glances during the vows, her lips twitching with a secret smile. I wanted to pull her close and tell her she was safe with me.

Savannah loves teasing me, obsessed with seeing me get flustered. One day on set, I overheard someone say shirt garters are sexy—few girls can resist. So I went home, dug out an old pair, and put them on the table. When Savannah came in, I pretended to hide them. Sure enough, she was curious and asked what they were. I stammered an explanation, and she looked at me with interest, making me put them on for her. I obeyed, and her eyes lit up—she clearly loved it.

Her laughter was infectious, and I felt my own cheeks heat up. She circled me, inspecting every detail, her gaze lingering a little too long. I pretended to be embarrassed, but really, I loved every second.

Afterward, she made me wear them out, asking with wicked glee what they were. Cheeks flushed, she asked if she could take a look.

I let her tug at the clips, her fingers brushing my skin. My heart pounded in my chest. She grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. I would’ve worn a clown suit if she’d asked.

Savannah is really cute, though she doesn’t seem to realize it. She doesn’t want to go public, but I do—I want everyone to know she’s mine. I know what she’s worried about. It’s not really about her reputation; she just doesn’t want to disappoint her fans. So I started posting little teasers to ease people into it.

I’d drop hints on Instagram, a blurry photo here, a cryptic caption there. I watched the comments roll in, knowing it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

Later, the reality show director asked if I’d join. When I saw her name on the guest list, I agreed instantly. Savannah doesn’t know, but I do: Mason likes her. The way he looks at her isn’t right, but I can’t just drive him off openly. So I figured, I’d just work harder to win her over.

I kept an eye on Mason, always lurking nearby. If he got too close, I’d find an excuse to pull Savannah away. It was petty, but I couldn’t help myself.

Mason always tries to get close to her, and it annoys me. I asked again if we could go public—she refused. That night, Mason asked if I liked Savannah. I didn’t even bother to answer. Isn’t it obvious? He said he liked her too and would compete fairly. I honestly pitied him—he never had a chance.

I watched him walk away, shoulders slumped. I almost felt sorry for him, but then Savannah called my name, and I forgot all about him.

The next day, when we were picking outfits, Mason tried to curry favor. I stood there, brooding, but one look from Savannah and all my dark thoughts vanished. She smiled, asking me to pick her outfit, so I immediately chose a matching set. She’s smart—she knew what I was doing. Soon enough, she turned it around, making me wear something for her.

She handed me a shirt, her eyes shining with challenge. I played along, letting her push me into the fitting room. I’d do anything for her, and she knew it.

I let her push me into the fitting room. Once inside, I put on the shirt, tossing the straps behind me, not caring. I sat for a while, then sent her a message for help. I knew she’d ask for a photo—Bunny loves that stuff. I took my time, finding the best angle to show off my figure. When she came in, my heart started racing. The thin fabric, her touch—it was hard to hold back.

I watched her eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. She teased me, straddling my lap, her hands roaming over my chest. I played along, letting my eyes fill with tears, my voice trembling. She melted, just like I knew she would.

I know exactly how to get to her—red eyes and a soft, pleading voice. She can’t resist.

I’d do anything to make her happy, even if it meant embarrassing myself on national TV. She was worth it.

She’s so slender, her light eyes filled with my reflection, her voice soft and coaxing. She leaned down and kissed me. When she pulled away, she was breathtaking, her gaze full of longing.

I wanted to freeze that moment, keep it forever. She was everything I’d ever wanted, and more.

I didn’t expect Mason to lose his cool and get the director. But honestly, that was perfect—now we could finally go public.

I hid a smile as the chaos unfolded. Sometimes, fate had a way of working things out.

The day we went public, she asked when I’d fallen for her. I didn’t answer. It was too early—she probably doesn’t remember. Under a grove of maple trees, she was playing in the branches and accidentally fell, like a startled fawn. Leaves drifted down, and I caught her. That moment, as we locked eyes, time stopped. All I could hear was my pounding heart.

I’d searched for her for years, never realizing she was right in front of me. When our families arranged the marriage, I thought I’d won the lottery. I didn’t sleep for days, too happy to close my eyes.

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, imagining our life together. Every dream I’d ever had was finally coming true.

After the show wrapped, I cornered Mason outside. He glared at me. “You only beat me by a step. I like her too—why can’t I have a chance?”

I kept my voice low, my gaze steady. “Because you never had a chance. She’s mine.”

I lowered my voice. “Don’t bother her again. Do you really think you could handle the fallout?”

He blanched, taking a step back. I wasn’t proud of the threat, but I’d do anything to protect Savannah.

He stepped back in shock. “You’re threatening me—you’re not a good person.”

I shrugged, unapologetic. “Of course I’m not.”

“I’ll tell her!”

I stared him down. “Go ahead. See if she believes you at all.”

He stormed off, but I knew he wouldn’t dare. Savannah trusted me, and that was all that mattered.

Savannah might not realize how much she loves me, but that’s okay—I know, and that’s enough. I’ll love her more than she loves me, so she’ll never lose out.

I watched her from afar, my heart full. She was the light of my life, and I’d spend forever making her happy.

She asked why I never refuse her. I wish she’d do even more outrageous things to me. I like her so much—how could I ever say no? I’ve liked her since I was a teenager—reckless, naive, overwhelming, and unforgettable. I lured her in, step by step, until she fell for me.

Every day with her was a new adventure. I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

Mini-theater:

The first time I agreed to one of my mom’s setups was because I saw Savannah’s photo. She smiled at the camera, eyes bright—just like under the maple trees back then, innocent and easy to fool. I’d searched for her for so long, not realizing I could’ve met her just by saying yes to my mom’s blind dates.

I still remember the way her hair caught the sunlight, the way she laughed without a care in the world. I knew, in that moment, that I’d do anything to make her mine.

On our wedding day, she was like a little animal who’d found treasure, hiding her happiness but not daring to get too close. I watched her for days and realized she loved my face and body. So I pretended to casually walk by after a shower, hair still damp, water droplets sliding down my neck. Sure enough, she stared, transfixed.

Her gaze lingered, her cheeks pink. I pretended not to notice, but inside, I was grinning like an idiot.

She’d grumble, “We’re married, so nothing’s off-limits, right?”

I’d nod, pretending to be cool, but my heart would be racing. She had no idea how much I loved her attention.

When she pinned me to the bed, I pretended to panic, secretly grinning. After she fell asleep, I tucked her in and went to the mirror. My hair was soft over my forehead, lashes thick, the corners of my eyes slightly red—looking gentle and harmless. I changed my expression to look even more innocent, memorized it, then crawled back into bed and pulled her into my arms, falling asleep contentedly.

Every night, I thanked my lucky stars for her. Savannah was my everything, and I’d spend the rest of my life making sure she knew it.