When The Wrong One Loves You Right

Evelyn Rodriguez sat up abruptly, squinting her eyes protecting them from the blinding daylight sun. She looked around scanning the room in confusion trying to identify anything familiar.

She had no recollection of where she was. Last she remembered was being at a bar, celebrating her BFF's birthday, now she was in a king-size bed in God knows where.

She held her head with both hands wincing as the hangover pain pierced through her head. "Where the hell am I?" She muttered under her breath.

Evelyn mentally tried to recollect the events of last night and how she ended up here but her eyes instinctively fell upon her duvet-clad body. She peeped underneath the cover and was shocked to her bone marrow to see herself naked under the cover. Gasping for air, she looked up abruptly, and then she looked down again, this time looking way below, between her thighs. There were splatters of blood here and there and even on the mattress too.

"No, no, no! This can't be happening." She whimpered, squeezing the duvet tightly to her chest. "This couldn't be happening to me". She hadn't possibly lost her 25-year-long virginity over a nightstand with God knows who.

Evelyn, perplexed still trying to process her current situation, got distracted from her thought by a groan that came from the left side of the bed. She was too busy trying to get a grip on herself to notice that anyone else was sleeping right beside her.

She slowly turned her head toward the direction the sound came from. Whoever it was was covered by the duvet from head to toe and was responsible for violating her body. With utmost rage, she jerked the duvet off of him revealing his hunky body.

He groaned again, placing the back of his hand on his face, blocking the sunlight from getting into his eyes.

The reflections of the sun kissed his deeply tanned muscled body and illuminated his whole frame. The veins in his arms looked like they were about to pop right out of his skin.

His finely chiseled nose stood firm, straight, and pointed, and just on the tip of it was a tiny dot freckle.

His square jaw was so taut it might have been sculpted. But it was his mouth that knocked the air out of her lungs. Plump lips twitched in a sensual manner above his light beard.

This man, whoever he was, was built like a Greek God.

His pecs gave a slight flex as he rose to a sitting position and he ran the fingers of his right hand back through his ruffled black hair from forehead to neck in a single natural motion.

"Who are you?" He muttered under his breath, blinking his gray eyes that were still struggling to get used to the brightness of the room.

Evelyn stared at him in complete bewilderment. Jason Lyndon?! World sensational musician, Jason Lyndon! He who had caused her only sister's death!

Was in bed with her?!

TWO DAYS EARLIER...

"Evy, You know we have just today to prep for my birthday? I want everything to be perfect!" Doris Evans, Evelyn's childhood best friend spoke from the other end of the phone. "This is gonna be the best birthday of my life."

Evelyn, struggling between carrying brimful grocery bags and making her way out of the crowded store, chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm. "How could I possibly forget when you remind me of it every little chance you get?" She stopped and got into the Uber she had called earlier. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is PERFECTLY in order, Ma'am. Tomorrow is gonna be a blast."

"I've always imagined how my proposal was gonna be like ever since we were kids, you know that right? And I've waited three long years for this. To be called Mrs. Blake." Doris shrilled excitedly. "I can't wait!"

Evelyn soughed aloud. "I'm so jealous." She changed the tone of her voice, feigning annoyance. "Can you please stop rubbing it in? You're speaking to a woman who hasn't dated anyone ever."

Doris giggled. "So-o-ry!" She singsonged and then added, "By the way, how are things going on between you and Matt?"

"Nothing is going on between me and Matt."

"Oh C'mon! How long are you going to keep denying the fact you like-like him as much as he does?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I don't like-like him. Okay, maybe I had butterflies once or twice doesn't mean I like him."

Doris let out an elaborate sigh. "Evy. I know you've been through a lot but sometimes you just need to bury some ugly memories and let someone love you. You deserve someone to look after you. To be protected. You just have to open your heart and let love in."

Evelyn listened to her friend as the cab pulled in front of her driveway. She chuckled as she got out of the cab and made her way toward her apartment. "You sound just like my Abuela right now," she said, trying to balance her phone between her left shoulder and her ear as she held her groceries with both hands. "And I think I'm ready to give Matt a chance."

"Did you just say you're ready to give me a chance?" A familiar voice spoke from behind her.

Grinning, Evelyn turned around to see Matt Johnson, her second bestfriend, walking toward her, his eyes twinkling. "Speak of the devil," she mumbled under her breath.

She could hear Doris whooping from the other end of the phone as she had succeeded at her mission. "Okay, I'm gonna leave you two love birds alone to do your thing. See ya!" And with that, she hung up.

"Hi, there! Thank you!" Evelyn cried as Matt reached out to carry her grocery bag for her. "What are you doing here this early, it's barely 9 am. Shouldn't you be at the hospital, Doctor Johnson?"

"Oh! It's my day off today and I was in the neighborhood so I thought I'd drop by," he said with a shrug and then he shook his head. "Don't try to change the subject, Evy. I clearly heard you saying you'd give me a chance. Are you being for real?"

"We-e-ll..." She looked at him with squinty eyes stressing the ‘well’. Then shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah. I guess."

"I'm holding you at your words. You can't change your mind later, okay?"

Evelyn laughed softly. "Okay!" She said. "Hey. You should stay for breakfast."

"Can I?"

"Of course. Mamá and Abuela would love that. I think Livvie even has a crush on you." Evelyn whispered the last part as she opened the door for him. They could hear Livvie dancing and singing along, at the top of her voice, to Jason Lyndon's music video being played on TV.

"I doubt that. The only person Livvie has a crush on is Jason Lyndon," he said with certainty and a little laugh.

Evelyn's countenance scrunched up with utter disdain. There were two people she hated the most in her life. First, her father, who'd always come back home drunk in a stupor. He would beat her, her sister, and Mom and lock them up in the cold basement till morning when he was sober again. It was a vicious circle. That was their family's routine. And then one day, when she was just ten and her sister fifteen he'd left–much to their relief– and never returned. And the second person was, Jason Lyndon, who was probably responsible for her sister's death.

Seven years Olivia-Livvie Rodriguez was Evelyn's niece. Evelyn's big sister, Clarissa Rodriguez, had come back home one day with an adorable baby, and a few months after that she died in a fire outbreak in her apartment. At first, the news claimed it was an accident due to some household inflammable but she and the rest of her family weren't buying it. They suspected foul play, knowing Clarissa for one to be extremely careful to a fault and would nag anyone for a day straight if they didn't put things where they were meant to be kept.

Jason Lyndon's fans, who'd hated the friendship between an upcoming artiste and their fave artiste, started spreading rumors that she'd committed suicide due to the blacklash she'd gotten for having an affair with Jason's father.

Back then, just after she made her debut, there were horrible rumors in circulation that Clarissa was in a relationship with Jason's Dad, Case Lyndon, who was the President of L. Corporation one of the largest Gadgetry companies in the states, and a man also known for being a Casanova in his prime.

According to the rumors, she'd befriended Jason to get close enough to seduce his father—who had a thing for younger women— to get her career sponsored by him.

Clarissa had been stronger than anyone Evelyn knew and she had been through a lot to take her own life over something like that. Not right when she was so close to achieving her dreams and so not after having become a mom.

Yes, Clarissa had sometimes been the reckless member of the family, especially when it came to boys. She'd had a one-night stand with God knows who and had fallen pregnant. Clarissa had wanted to raise her baby alone, in seclusion, far away from all the toxicity and rumors spreading about her.

Until she couldn't deal with the stress of raising her kid and pursuing what was left of her dreams all alone, she'd come back home. Though she had been completely tight-lipped about who the father of her baby was, the rumor that Livvie was Case Lyndon's daughter, spread the nation like widefire.

After investigations, a trace of an unclear footprint of someone else's was found in Clarissa's apartment. The case was then changed to homicide.

The rumors surrounding Clarissa died down right after the news of her death which was likely due to murder was released.

Evelyn strongly believed that Jason had something to do with her sister's death or he was even responsible for her death.

Clarissa had told her on the day she died that she was finally going to meet up with Jason to clear up the rumors about her dating his father.

How exactly did she end up in her apartment two hours later in the middle of an inferno?

After Evelyn had told the detective about that, The Lyndons were called in for questioning. But both father and son denied the allegations, and since there wasn't any solid proof to pin it on them they were let go.

Clarissa's body and every other thing in her apartment were burnt beyond recognition and worst of all, the CCTV camera of her apartment was destroyed. There was no way of finding out who had been in her apartment.

Due to a lack of evidence, the case was closed.

And just like that, every news of The Lyndons' involvement was taken down and Clarissa's murder case was forgotten like it never happened in the first place.

"Mami, why do you always play those horrible songs?'' Evelyn said calmly, trying to curb her temper. She wasn't angry at her cute niece but at her all-time favorite musician. Livvie, on the other hand, was still ignorant of Jason's involvement in her Mom's death and they intend to keep it that way.

Livvie turned slowly from the TV to her aunt. "Horrible?! Horrible?!" She exclaimed wide-eyed. "Of all adjectives to qualify my Jason's music, you choose... Breathe Livvie, breathe." She added, dramatically making hand gestures across her face and taking a long breath. "You should be seriously lucky I love you, Tía Evy. I would have dragged you to the mud. Do you know who Jason Lyndon is? World's hottest artiste with zero scandal. Have any of his songs ever flopped? No! If he isn't the definition of perfection then I don't know what is. I still can't believe you called his songs horrible."

Matt exchanged greetings with Evelyn's Mom and Grandma as Evelyn's mom took the groceries away from him. Then he turned to Evelyn and laughed at the look on her face. "I don't think Jason's music is that bad," he said to her. "I listen to it sometimes."

"Thank you, Matt," Livvie let out with a smile. Then she blew him a kiss. "I can't love you less."

Evelyn turned her murderous look towards him. "Don't encourage her!"

Matt shrugged and made a zipper sign across his lips. As Livvie went back to dancing to the music video on TV, a piece of breaking news interrupted the show. ‘Jason Lyndon is rumored to be in a relationship with a minor’.

"33-year-old Sensational musician, Jason Lyndon, known as the ‘forever single celeb’ who has never been in any sort of serious relationship has been spotted at the lobby of The Royal Hotels on what seems to be a romantic date with the 17-year-old actress, Kelly Davis, who just made her acting debut last year at her award-winning movie, ‘Marianne’..." The celeb gossip newscaster announced in her usual smooth tone.

Some pictures of Jason and Kelly—wearing face caps and sunshades— smiling in each other's arms at the hotel's lobby were attached to the news broadcast.

"What?!" Livvie shrieked horror-stricken. "This can't be true. Someone is trying to frame my Jason."

Evelyn gave her a devilish smirk. "I told you he wasn't so perfect."

"He is!" Livvie differed obnoxiously. "And I and every loyal member of our fandom are gonna prove it. You just wait!"

Evelyn watched in utter dismay, as her niece stormed off, tapping her phone violently.

"WHAT EXACTLY is your work here?!" Jason Lyndon yelled at his PA, Julia Anderson, whose face was downhearted. "Do I pay you to slack off at your work and let such a stupid rumor like this spread?"

"Calm down, Jason." Brad Bruce, Jason's best friend, placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure she's trying to find a way to solve this problem. Chill out, okay? You're scaring her."

Jason took a long deep breath. Then turned to Julia, pointing a long finger at her face. "I don't care how you're gonna do it but fix this!" He said firmly with clenched teeth. Then he took a breath and added calmly. "Please."

"Yes! Boss." Julia said fidgety. Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang. She excused herself and took the call. After a moment later she returned with the phone. "It's your father, Boss. He wants to have a word with you at The Lyndon's Manor."

"Tell him I'm busy."

"He said he has a solution to your problems."

Jason's brow