Roses are Blue

Roses are Blue

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Evangeline Hawthorne has lived a privileged life and has worked hard making her own millions. Her father wants to buy market land and the surrounding properties to build luxury apartments but there’s one problem, the residents are refusing to sell their houses. Feeling that he’s getting nowhere with the residents, he asks Evangeline to help.
Evangeline has always supported her father until she meets the eight-year-old daughter of single father Bradley Thomson, who’s one of the residents. Forming a bond with little Casey, Evangeline notices how different her childhood was compared to Casey’s and realizes how much she’d missed out on in life. Also discovering there’s more to life than power and making money she begins to soften towards the residents too. But there’s one problem, Bradley and Evangeline don’t like each other and are always clashing.
One drunken night after having a bad day Evangeline ends up in bed with Bradley. They both vow it won’t happen again, but that’s easier said than done, they just can’t keep away from each other.
Will Evangeline stand by her father or help the residents. Can Evangeline and Bradley sort out their differences, realize they’re in love and there’s a future for them?

Summary

Evangeline Hawthorne has lived a privileged life and has worked hard making her own millions. Her father wants to buy market land and the surrounding properties to build luxury apartments but there’s one problem, the residents are refusing to sell their houses. Feeling that he’s getting nowhere with the residents, he asks Evangeline to help.
Evangeline has always supported her father until she meets the eight-year-old daughter of single father Bradley Thomson, who’s one of the residents. Forming a bond with little Casey, Evangeline notices how different her childhood was compared to Casey’s and realizes how much she’d missed out on in life. Also discovering there’s more to life than power and making money she begins to soften towards the residents too. But there’s one problem, Bradley and Evangeline don’t like each other and are always clashing.
One drunken night after having a bad day Evangeline ends up in bed with Bradley. They both vow it won’t happen again, but that’s easier said than done, they just can’t keep away from each other.
Will Evangeline stand by her father or help the residents. Can Evangeline and Bradley sort out their differences, realize they’re in love and there’s a future for them?

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Submitted: January 20, 2019

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Evangeline stood by the window in the small side room in the social club listening to her father talking with his aids as she watched the residents of Stoneleigh Road entering through the main doors. Dressed in their jean’s and t-shirts, some of them gathered by the entrance to smoke while their children ran feral around the car park. Evangeline shuddered, she’d only been in Harrisea for a week and already hated it and couldn’t wait to return home; living in a hotel in the city for the next few months was the last thing she wanted to do. There were so many things she could be working on with her own business, but her father had summoned her. And if Roland Hawthorn summoned you, you had to drop whatever it was you were doing and go to him without question. Her father’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Evangeline!” Roland sternly said. “I’m talking to you.”

“Sorry father,” Evangeline moved from the window, sat at the small table and opened the file that was on it. She was about to speak when one of her father’s aids spoke.

“Roland, Wilson and I have been working on this for two months so why have you brought Evangeline in on this, she knows nothing about this project.”

“Yes, she does, I gave her the paperwork yesterday,” Roland glared from Peterson to Wilson daring them to challenge his decision to bring his daughter in to help. He knew she would have spent the past twenty-four hours thoroughly reading the file he’d given her.

“Yesterday!” Peterson shook his head in disbelief, thinking there was no way Evangeline would have gone through all the paperwork.

“Yes,” Roland nodded. “I also thought that having a female with us might soften the mob outside towards us so from now on Evangeline will negotiate with them.”

“Really?” Peterson’s brows raised as he flopped back in his chair laughing thinking Evangeline may be a beautiful woman, but he was pretty sure she was made of ice. Not one person that worked for Roland liked her and if they didn’t, he knew the residents of Stoneleigh Road wouldn’t. “You’re making a big mistake Roland, bringing Evangeline in will ruin what we’ve already achieved.”

Evangeline tilted her head as she stared across the table at the short stocky man with his blond hair greased back. “Tell me, Peterson, apart from screwing Wilson’s wife for the past two months what exactly have you achieved?”

Roland chuckled. Wilson’s eye’s widened as he stared at Peterson. Peterson uncomfortably squirmed in his seat wondering how the hell she knew that.

“But we all know that’s rumors, don’t we?” Evangeline smirked.  

“That’s enough now children,” Roland stood up straightening his tie looking at Evangeline. “Are you ready?”

“Yes father,” Evangeline slid the folder off the table and stood up still smirking at Peterson.

“What’s going to happen now?” Peterson curiously asked glaring at Evangeline.

“I’m going to play the good guy,” She answered following her father out of the room.

 

Making their way along the corridor towards the social club bar room. The echoing sound of the residents talking, and children’s laughter grew louder. Evangeline held her hand over her nose, the smell of stale alcohol was making her feel sick. Entering the bar, she was mortified when she realized they had to walk amongst the tables to the other side of the bar where chairs had been placed for them.

 

Bradley Thomson’s brows raised when he saw the brown-eyed brunette walking in his direction. Dressed in a grey figure-hugging short pinstripe dress and the highest heels he’d ever seen, he thought she looked like a supermodel and wondered how tall she was. With her hair scraped off her face into a large ballet bun and with the heels she was wearing, it made her look over six foot tall.

Bradley’s friend, Jerry, who was sitting next to him grinned tilting his head to take a better look at Evangeline as she walked closer to their table.

Evangeline’s jaw clenched when she nearly fell over a child who had pushed his chair out in front of her to leave the table next to Bradley’s.

“Look at the legs on that!” Jerry puffed his cheeks nudging Bradley. “Can you imagine having those wrapped around your neck?”

“Oh yes,” Bradley took a swig of his pint eyeing Evangeline up and down. “But she wouldn’t be that lucky, I’m too good for her.” He laughed.

“You idiot,” Jerry laughed as Evangeline side glanced them and continued to walk towards her chair.

 

Bradley huffed a little laugh wondering who Evangeline was as he watched her sit on the small wooden chair. He thought she looked prim and proper as she sat up straight and crossed her ankles. Roland remained standing and raised his hand to quieten the crowd. “Good afternoon everyone.” He loudly spoke. No one in the bar responded, they all sat coldly staring at him. “First I want to introduce you to my daughter, Miss Evangeline Hawthorn.” Evangeline nodded in acknowledgment to the crowd that were now coldly staring at her. Feeling uncomfortable, she hoped her father wouldn’t give one of his long speeches, she just wanted to get out of there so she could breathe fresh air. Roland continued to talk. “After spending time with my surveyor and solicitor’s, I have come to the decision that I can an offer you the generous amount of seventy-five thousand pounds per house.” He smiled knowing he’d lowered the offer for his daughter to make a higher one to make her look compassionate.

While the residents laughed and booed him, Evangeline closely watched them, she needed to see if they had someone she could negotiate with. Through experience, she knew it was usually the one that was the first to stand up. To her dismay it was the man she’d heard telling his friend, he was too good for her. Preparing herself to make a higher offer she watched the tall well-built man with blue eyes and dark messy hair.

“What!” Bradley cried. “That would be nowhere near enough to buy a new home in this area!”

“There are plenty of properties to rent,” Roland responded.

“We shouldn’t have to rent!” Bradley growled. “Have you seen the prices of renting a house around here? And most of us have businesses here too. If we had to leave Harrisea to find cheaper accommodation we’d have to drive miles to and from work every day. We’ve worked bloody hard over the years to provide a home for our children. Some of us inherited the houses from our parents. If we sold our homes to you, what would our children inherit, nothing!” He cried. “Seventy-five thousand is an insult!”

Evangeline took a pile of papers from her briefcase and stood next to her father. “We could offer you eighty thousand per house.” She loudly spoke holding the papers up. “And here is a list of all the surveyors in this city. You could always hire one of these to independently evaluate your properties and you will see eighty is a fair price.”

Bradley laughed placing his hands on his hips. “I guess you already know how much surveyors cost. Do you think we’ve got a spare thousand pounds to hire one?”

“I know for a fact, if you all choose the same one, they will give you a discount,” Evangeline responded.

“We still wouldn’t be able to afford it. Some of us have children to feed and clothe and they come first.” Bradley frowned shaking his head as he looked at Evangeline. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what,” Evangeline shrugged.

“Most of us have lived in Stoneleigh Road all of our lives and the market land behind us that you want to buy,” Bradley paused feeling emotional and cleared his throat. “The market land you want to buy is where most of us work. Not only do you want to take our homes but you want to take our livelihoods away from us too so you can make millions from building luxury apartments. Do you honestly believe that’s right?”

Evangeline and Bradley stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Evangeline nervously blinked, she couldn’t understand why she was feeling uncomfortable. For the past seven years since she was eighteen, she’d been negotiating and buying properties for her own business and was known to be as callous as her father. Breaking eye contact with Bradley, Evangeline composed herself. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Fire away,” Bradley nodded.

“What will you do if the Perkin brothers decide to sell us the market land? Sentiment is no good to you then is it?”

“I guess it isn’t,” Bradley smirked. “But what good will the market land be if we don’t sell you our houses?”

“We’ll still build the same number of apartments, but the building will be taller,” Evangeline smirked back at him. “Just think what it would be like in the summer. Would you really like your houses constantly under a shadow?”

Bradley stared at Evangeline in disbelief. “You heartless.” He suddenly stopped before he called her a bitch. His jaw clenched as he glared at her. “It’s like I said earlier, you just don’t get it, do you?”

Evangeline didn’t answer, she just stared at him wishing her dad would step in and help her, but he didn’t. Her heart began to thud in her chest as Bradley walked towards her, his blue eyes met hers. “Not only do you want our houses, we know you want to buy houses from other areas in Harrisea to build on. You lot keep inviting us to go to some open evening to see the plans you have for the future of this city and we’ll keep declining, unless,” He paused looking at her in amusement. “On Saturday you join us at an event we’re holding.”

Evangeline nervously swallowed and was about to tell him no when her dad stepped forward. “Where is it?”

“It’s on the market land you want to buy,” Bradley answered.

“What time?” Roland asked.

“It starts midday and end’s when everyone’s ready to leave.”

“She’ll be there,” Roland answered.

Evangeline stared at her father in horror. “But I’m busy that day!”

Roland ignored her. “She’ll definitely be there.”

Bradley looked at Evangeline in amusement, he’d seen her reaction. “See you Saturday.” He grinned turning to walk away.

The residents began to follow Bradley out of the bar. Jerry shook his head feeling confused. “Brad, why have you invited her to join us on Saturday?”

“Because I want her to see how our community works; she needs to see what her dad’s trying to destroy,” Bradley took his cigarettes out of his pocket as they left the building. “And if the Perkin brothers do decide to sell the market land, then we need show her daddy’s going to have a fight on his hands; because we’re going to protest against the apartment block being built.” He paused to light his cigarette as he leaned against the car park wall waiting for his daughter to catch up with them. “And you never know she might see the error of her father’s ways and persuade him to leave us alone.”

“Are you blind!” Jerry gasped rolling his eyes. “None of that’s going to bother her. Even I could see she’s daddy’s puppet.”

“Puppet strings can be cut my friend,” Bradley laughed patted him on the back watching Evangeline climb into the back of a black Mercedes.

 

Evangeline was fuming as her car slowly drove through the car park, she didn’t want to go to the event on Saturday, but her father had insisted. Roland wanted her to talk to the resident’s and pick out the weaker ones who would consider selling their houses and offer them ten thousand more if they did. He wanted to make the remaining ones fight weaker if they decided to protest his plans for the apartment block.

Needing some fresh air, Evangeline held her finger on the small button to open the window. As the car slowly drove past Bradley who was still leaning against the wall waiting for his daughter, their eyes met.

“See you Saturday, Evie,” Bradley grinned.

Evangeline quickly turned away, the horrible man had no right to call her Evie, no one ever called her that. Glancing back at him as the car drove out of the car park, Evangeline shuddered at the thought their paths were going to cross again.

 


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