Genevieve sighed and look away from the mirror she could no longer look at herself all she saw was a women that once was. She tried to see something beautiful her black hair was a twist on the top of her head. Her deep emerald eyes were tried and sad she hadn’t had sleep for days. Her pouty lips were red as blood. She felt unloved. How could he just walk out on her after 3 years?  He could have done it a better way to but like the jack ass he is he said bye on the “to do list” board.

Genevieve couldn’t stand to waste one more minute on thinking of him. She grabbed her laptop and began to surf. She got on her MySpace and read all the things Greg had posted gloating about the break up and the awesome sex he had with his new girlfriend. That’s when she had had enough. She ran to her closet and grabbed her sexy black dress and her pink stiletto boots. She headed for the door when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

She turned to see a man. He had long blond hair pulled back. He was really tall. His face was chiseled and perfect except for a scar that went for his left eye to his chin. She looked into his eyes his irises were the palest blue they were almost white. Wow. Look at those lips so full and tempting. Just walk closer and kiss him. As if he heard what she was thinking he walked so close their bodies were almost touching. He touched her face. Run don’t let him touch you. Despite her thoughts she leaned into his hand and closed her eyes.
“So beautiful, yet you’re so lonely, sad and broken.”   He said with a thick Irish accent. “Genevieve, I’ve been waiting to see you.”  He has been waiting for me. No! No! Don’t get sucked in you just had your heart broken you don’t need it hurt again.

“It’s Gina to you.  Waiting for me? How do you know me?” she said not really wanting an answer. She pushed away that instant knowing that if she stayed any longer she would have fallen.
“No I will call you Eve. And about the rest of it you will know in time.” He said. Genevieve was very aware of all her nerve endings. They all took to his voice to well. I need to get out of here or make him leave. But by some force not her own. She came closer to him to the point her breast were touching his chest.
“So do I at least get a name?” she said the more she talked to him the more she felt trapped and controlled.

“my name is…”