Oooh-kay… I accidentally posted this same story a while ago, but at the bottom of this chapter was a random sex scene that wasn't actually supposed to be in there. It was a completely spontaneous sex scene that I wrote for Eve and Vince, and I didn't mean to use it in this chapter. I was definitely gonna use it in a later chapter, much later on probably. But it was accidentally in this chapter… But it shouldn't have been. Anyways, you'll see that sex scene again in a little bit if you liked it. Don't worry.
The first time Evangeline Murphy visited, she was blown away. "Whoa." She had simply said to the new house purchased for her brother and his friends, including one particular rising movie star.
The guys had invited her over from New York for her first vacation in eight months. She hadn't had the time until now, but was still hesitant.
"I can't be that far away for two weeks. What if someone needs me?"
"You'll have your phone, Eve." Eric had insisted.
He hadn't seen his little sister in so long. In fact, it had almost been a year and a half since he'd last seen her in person. That was only when their great aunt was dying from cancer and wanted all of her family to be at her bedside. She ended up not dying, and Evangeline, being a workaholic, felt she had wasted the week when she could have been working.
"But what if the head chef needs me? What if Ma needs me?" she had asked over the phone. Eric was hearing sizzling sounds in the background, and clanking of metal. This told him she was in the kitchen of the restaurant she worked at, as a sous chef. Orders were being shouted out but she wasn't responding to them.
"You see Ma on a regular basis. Come and see me. See the guys. See the house. See the ocean."
"I look out the big window of the restaurant and see the ocean. I don't have time to worry about the ocean. I can worry about the ocean when I'm retired."
"We all miss you." Eric said into the phone, "Vince keeps whining about how he wants to see you."
Vince, who was sitting next to him at the kitchen table, said loudly, "E, I wanna see Evangeline, damn it! Get her to California."
Eve chuckled, "Tell him to chill the fuck out."
Eric was going to respond, when Vince rudely took the phone from him. Vince said to her, "Eve, get your little Mediterranean ass out here. I want to see it."
"Don't say you wanna see my sister's ass, man." Eric said, hitting Vince's arm.
"Don't be a creep, Vince." Eve said to him, "I'll be out there soon. I'll book a plane tonight and be on it by tomorrow at noon. Okay?"
"You better be. We have so much to tell you."
Eve sighed, "No you don't. I keep up with the tabloids, Mister Head On."
Vince smiled, but didn't get to respond since she hung up the phone. He gave Eric's Blackberry back to him. "She's coming tomorrow."
"How can you convince her so easily?"
"We have our history." Vince shrugged, "I've always been able to manipulate her."
Eric rolled his eyes and shifted in his chair, "And I wish you wouldn't."
"Why?"
"Well she's just… She's younger and vulnerable and… Vince, you're twenty nine and she's five years younger than you. She's young and susceptible to…"
"To what?"
"I don't know. You're… Charming to her and mischievous and… She likes you. You two are close, and I don't want…"
"What, E?" Vince asked, "Say it."
Eric shrugged and looked at Vince straight in the eyes, lips pursed, "I don't want you to fuck her once and abandon her."
"What?" Vince cried, outraged, "I'm not gonna fuck her! I would never fuck your little sister!"
"You have to promise me that."
"What?" Vince raised his eyebrows.
"Promise you won't have sex with Evangeline."
Vince sighed but looked at Eric seriously, "Eric, I promise I won't fuck her, flirt with her, touch her or be 'with' her in any sort of sexual way at all."
"And you won't tease her?"
"I won't tease her."
No promises about her teasing me though. Vince thought.
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"Oh my God, this house is like… Five of my apartments combined!" Eve laughed on the day she got to Los Angeles.
Since she stepped off the plane, she had been treated like royalty by the guys. They had bombarded her at the gate, and then carried her two bags from the luggage carousal to their car, and then helped her into the front seat. They'd eaten dinner at The Ivy and treated her to whatever she wanted on the menu. Then once home, they had set her up in the guest room and showed her around the house. They were incredibly kind, incredibly sweet and very welcoming.
They noticed she looked mostly the same. Nothing much had changed. She still looked eerily like Eric.
To an extent.
They had the same fair hair. Eve's was ash blonde and wavy and hung down to her ribs. They both also had the same blue-grey eyes. Both were constantly filled with excitement. Eve had Eric's facial structure, soft and kind. She had cute dimples and a button nose to top it off.
They shared the same height, too. However, Eric was a little taller than Eve's slim, five foot stature. She was very small. She had a very slim waist, and her hips and chest were pretty slim, too.
They were in the living room now, and she collapsed on the sofa. "Is this velvet? Jesus, I think this couch cost more than my rent."
"That doesn't surprise me much." Drama said, "Your apartment is nothing to boast about."
"Shut up, I've had that place since culinary school. I've gone through everything living in that place. Culinary school, finding a job, becoming a sous chef…"
"That's all the history you've had, really." Turtle said.
Eve rolled her eyes, stretching and turning her head into the velvet cushion. "Seven years is pretty long."
"You deserve somewhere like this though." Vince said, lifting her bare feet and sitting where they were. He placed her feet on his lap and put his hands on her ankles.
"I can't afford somewhere like this. At all." She yawned and added, "Yet."
Eric frowned at his friend and his sister. Vince promised…
"I'm so sleepy." She sighed, yawning again, "Honestly, LA is three hours behind New York. Plus the three hour flight, it's like… Six hours of my day wasted."
Eric shook his head, "I don't think that's right."
Eve shrugged, "Whatever. I have major jet lag."
"Why don't you go to bed, Evie?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, you've had a long day. Just go up to your room, none of us will mind if you go to bed." Vince said to her. However, she hadn't heard him. From the way her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing deepened peacefully, she had already fallen asleep.
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The next morning, she woke earlier than everyone and was already making breakfast when Vince, the first riser of the day, came down.
"Hey, Evie." he greeted her as she whipped pancake batter, humming. She was facing with her back to him and he came in so silently that she jumped a mile high when he spoke. She was startled so badly, she clutched her chest. Batter had spattered everywhere, mostly on her front side.
Eve turned and glared at him, and Vince shrugged apologetically. He thought she looked so cute. She was wearing denim shorts and a white camisole. He noticed that she actually did have noticeable curves. She had always been very slim, with not much in the chest area. But now he noticed that both of her breasts were more than his handful.
Why was he noticing this? He mentally slapped himself. He had promised Eric!
But then he noticed himself drifting closer to her. He had backed her into the counter, and their eyes were locked.
He brushed some pancake batter from her soft cheek, and she looked up at him innocently.
"It smells good down here!"
Eric yelling from the stairs broke them out of their phase. They rushed apart before Eric walked in, and Eve started cleaning up.
"What happened in here?" Eric asked, oblivious to their moment of tension before.
"Vince decided to scare the shit out of me." Eve said. Eric looked suspiciously at Vince, who was good at acting innocent.
"I didn't realize she was still so easy to scare."
Eve rolled her eyes, "I haven't changed since our childhood. I'm still jumpy and paranoid and easily frightened—especially around you guys!"
"Haven't you grown at all?" Eric asked, slinging an arm around her shoulders, "You're still my baby sister."
"I still have a little girl inside of me." she teased.
Eric looked at Vince accusingly, "Hear that, Vince? She's still a little girl." Vince didn't answer, and Eve went quiet as she cleaned up the counters. Eric sat on one of the barstools and said to Eve, "So what do you wanna do today?"
"I really wanna go shopping, actually." She said as she put some pancake batter on the frying pan.
"Where at?" Eric asked.
"At Rodeo Drive. Where else?"
Eric nodded, "Yeah, of course, but do you want us to take you?"
"All I really wanna do is go to Neiman Marcus for a few things, like a new dress and I need new heels."
"You're the only person I know who goes to Neiman Marcus for necessities." Vince said, "But we'll take you."
Eve smiled at Vince and then flipped the pancakes. Turtle and Drama came rushing downstairs. Both were obviously just up from bed, with their hair ruffled and sleep clothes still on.
"You guys want some pancakes?" Eve asked knowingly.
"That's the only reason I came down." Turtle said.
She smiled and once they were all done, all four men were eating Eve's famous chocolate chip pancakes happily.
"Eve, these are the best things I've eaten in a long time." Turtle groaned appreciatively.
Eve thanked him and Eric said, "You should sell these. Or sell the recipe. You'll make a fortune."
"Eve, you should make a cookbook. Drama said, "You could make a better fortune that way."
The woman shrugged, "I might have something going on."
