2 Broke Girls x 1 Rich Man [TV series 2 Broke Girls ff]

Evangeline stepped into Alex's penthouse, slipping off her heels with a quiet sigh of relief. The place was stunning, but that was to be expected. What surprised her, however, was that it didn't feel like a billionaire's showroom.

Yes, the open floor plan, modern furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Los Angeles skyline screamed luxury. But there were small signs of actual living instead of the sterile, museum-like vibe she had been expecting.

A soft, oversized couch with a knitted throw blanket casually draped over the armrest. A coffee table with a half-empty cup of what she assumed was whiskey or coffee. A record player in the corner, a stack of vinyls beside it. Some classic rock and some jazz.

It was… warm.

She turned toward Alex, who had just set his car keys down on the counter.

"Nice place," she said, glancing around.

Alex smirked. "Expected something different?"

Evangeline shrugged, walking toward the large windows overlooking the city. "I don't know… Maybe something more..." She gestured vaguely. "Gold statues? A shark tank? A throne made of Oscar trophies?"

Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, no. I like my home to actually feel like a home."

She nodded, appreciating that sentiment.

Then, she clapped her hands together. "Alright, Wilson. Point me to the washroom. I need to freshen up."

Alex gestured down the hall. "First door on the left."

Evangeline gave him a mock salute. "Got it. Don't start the movie without me."

She disappeared down the hallway, closing the door behind her.

[Washroom]

Evangeline splashed cool water onto her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

'Okay. Just breathe.'

She wasn't nervous. No, not at all.

…Okay, maybe a little.

Dinner had been amazing. Flirting with Alex had been way too much fun. And now? They were alone. In his penthouse. Getting comfortable.

She exhaled, reaching for a hand towel. "Get a grip, Evie."

She wasn't some lovestruck teenager. This was just a friendly movie night. Just two colleagues... friends...hanging out.

…At nearly midnight.

At his penthouse.

Alone.

She groaned, pressing the towel to her face. 'God help me.'

Shaking her head, she quickly fixed her hair, ran a finger under her eyes to clean up any smudged eyeliner, and straightened her dress.

'Alright. Play it cool. Don't do anything funny and lose control.'

She stepped back into the living room.

Alex glanced at her from where he was pouring himself a drink. "Better?"

"Much."

He nodded toward the hallway. "I'll be back. Make yourself comfortable."

She watched him disappear into the washroom.

...

Left alone, Evangeline wandered a bit.

The open living space led toward a balcony, and near the sliding doors, there was a long wooden table covered in papers. Curious, she stepped closer.

Her eyes widened.

Unfinished manuscripts, notes scribbled in the margins, entire paragraphs crossed out and rewritten.

Her fingers ghosted over a thick book draft— Star Wars: Attack of the Clones.

Her lips parted. 'Wait… the sequel to his best-selling novel?'

The first one, The Phantom Menace, had been a massive hit three years back. It had sold millions, with fans raving about the deep world-building, the mysticism of the Force, and the unique take on the sci-fi adventure. Critics called it the next great sci-fi epic.

And here was the sequel, unfinished, just lying out in the open.

Evangeline carefully flipped through a few pages. The story continued—wars intensifying, betrayals deepening, and more battle scenes.

She glanced toward the hallway where Alex had disappeared. 'He's been working on this in secret, huh?'

But that wasn't all.

Beside the manuscript, a stack of hand-drawn sketches caught her eye.

Evangeline picked one up, eyes widening.

Intricate, detailed character models of warriors with glowing swords, masked villains cloaked in shadow, battle-worn soldiers in futuristic armor.

She had no idea Alex could draw this well.

The lines were precise, the shading was deliberate. These weren't just rough concepts; they were alive.

She flipped through a few more. One was labeled Obi-Wan Kenobi. Another, Padmé Amidala. And then—

Darth Vader.

A tall, imposing figure in jet-black armor, his face hidden behind a terrifying helmet. A single note was scribbled beside it:

"A man who lost everything. Not a villain… but a tragedy."

Evangeline swallowed. 'Damn.'

She carefully placed the drawings back down and turned her attention to something else...

A folder.

Bold, capital letters were printed across the front:

"MARVEL"

Evangeline furrowed her brows. 'What the hell is Marvel?'

Curious, she flipped it open.

Inside were more sketches that looked like comic sketches of masked vigilantes, super-powered beings, and symbols she didn't recognize.

A man in a red-and-blue suit swinging between buildings.

A robot in red-and-gold armor, hands glowing with some kind of energy blast.

A massive green creature, muscles bulging, rage evident in his expression.

Another note, scrawled at the bottom of one of the pages:

"A universe of heroes. Hope, loss, sacrifice. The start of something bigger."

Evangeline stared.

This wasn't just another story.

This was an idea.

A huge idea.

She had read a lot of scripts in Hollywood, and seen a lot of pitches, but this?

This was different.

This felt different.

It felt like something big.

"Find anything interesting?"

She nearly jumped.

Evangeline turned to find Alex leaning against the wall, arms crossed, amusement dancing in his eyes.

She placed a hand over her chest. "Jesus, Wilson. Wear a damn bell or something."

He smirked. "Didn't mean to scare you. Just enjoying the sight of you snooping through my work."

Evangeline rolled her eyes but lifted the Marvel folder. "Alright, I'll bite. What is this?"

Alex exhaled, walking over. He plucked the folder from her hands, flipping it open. His fingers traced over one of the sketches—a man in red and blue, mask covering his face, swinging from a web.

"This…" He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "This is something I've been thinking about for a long time."

Evangeline crossed her arms. "And?"

Alex glanced at her, a small smirk playing on his lips. "And… if I do this right, it's going to change everything."

Evangeline raised an eyebrow. "Change what?"

Alex's smirk widened. He closed the folder and tapped it lightly.

"The entire industry."

Evangeline blinked. She had no idea what he meant.

But something in his eyes told her that whatever this Marvel thing was…

It was only just beginning.

"C'mon..."

Alex led Evangeline upstairs to the penthouse's private theater room, a cozy, dimly lit space with a massive projector screen, plush recliner seats, and shelves stacked with Blu-rays, film reels, and collectibles.

Evangeline let out a low whistle. "Damn, Wilson. You've got your own little movie paradise up here."

Alex smirked, pouring them each a glass of wine. "Perks of the job. But the real question is, what are we watching?"

She ran a finger along the shelf, eyes scanning the titles before stopping at a familiar one. Her lips curled into a smirk as she pulled it out.

"Nosferatu the Vampyre. 1979." She turned to him, holding up the case. "How do you feel about some classic horror?"

Alex raised an eyebrow, impressed. "I wasn't expecting you to pick that."

She shrugged. "What can I say? I like the eerie, slow-burn kind of horror. It's all about atmosphere. Not just cheap jump scares."

Alex chuckled, setting down the wine bottle. "Good taste. Alright, Nosferatu it is."

He took the case from her, slid the disc into the projector system, and dimmed the lights. Evangeline curled up on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her, as Alex grabbed a blanket and draped it over both of them before settling beside her.

The film started.

A haunting score played as the screen lit up with Nosferatu's chilling imagery. The gloomy landscapes, the unsettling silences, the slow, creeping dread of Count Dracula's presence...

For the first fifteen minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, sipping their wine, fully immersed.

Then...

Evangeline nudged him. "Alright, honest review. What do you think so far?"

Alex smirked, taking another sip of his drink. "It's beautifully shot. Herzog really knows how to make horror feel poetic."

Evangeline grinned. "Exactly! It's not just scary... it's art."

Alex nodded. "Klaus Kinski as Dracula is something else. He doesn't even need dialogue. Just the way he moves, the way he stares... it's pure nightmare fuel."

Evangeline gave him an approving look. "Alright. I'm officially impressed."

Alex smirked. "Thought I was just a blockbuster guy, huh?"

She shrugged. "Hey, a guy who can appreciate slow-burn horror? That's rare. Anyone else would have given me that look... 'Horror movie on a date night. What is wrong with you?'"

"I like horror movies. And there's nothing wrong with picking what you like. The plus point is our tastes match..." He said with a smile.

They went back to watching, the eerie sound design filling the room. Every so often, Evangeline would glance at Alex, watching his reactions.

He was completely focused, brows slightly furrowed, fingers tapping lightly against his glass.

She liked this side of him.

The filmmaker, not just the businessman.

The guy who wasn't calculating deals or navigating Hollywood politics, but just… enjoying a damn good movie.

Halfway through, she shifted slightly, the blanket slipping off her shoulder. Alex, without saying a word, reached out and gently pulled it back over her.

A small gesture.

But it made something warm settle in her chest.

They continued watching, the film reaching its most unsettling moments. The tension built, shadows stretched, and Nosferatu's chilling figure loomed closer.

Then, as the music swelled...

A loud creak echoed from somewhere in the penthouse.

Evangeline jumped slightly.

Alex, entirely unbothered, smirked. "You okay there?"

She shot him a look. "Did you hear that?"

He took another sip of his wine. "Ah! Probably the wind. The kitchen's window acting up lately. So..."

Evangeline squinted at him. "Said every horror movie character before getting murdered."

Alex chuckled. "Relax. I don't have hidden vampires in the penthouse. Probably."

She huffed but leaned back against the couch. "If Nosferatu crawls out of your damn kitchen, I'm blaming you."

Alex smirked. "Duly noted."

They settled back into the movie, but now there was something different in the air.

Something quieter.

More comfortable.

Evangeline felt her body relax against the couch, the warmth of the blanket, the soft flicker of the screen casting light and shadow across Alex's sharp features.

As the final act played out, she let out a soft sigh, resting her head slightly against the back of the couch.

Alex glanced at her. "Getting sleepy?"

She stretched her arms with a small groan. "A little. But I'm seeing this through."

Alex smirked. "That's the spirit."

And they did.

They watched until the very last frame faded to black.

The credits rolled, and for a long moment, neither of them moved. 

Alex glanced at Evangeline as the credits rolled, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, that was..." He stopped mid-sentence.

She was out.

Head tilted slightly, lips parted, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Fast asleep.

Alex exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Figures."

He took a moment just to look at her, illuminated by the soft glow of the projector's light. It was rare to see her like this. Unguarded and peaceful. No teasing remarks, no sharp comebacks, just… Evangeline.

And damn if that didn't do something to him.

"Haaa..." Shaking his head, he carefully set his wine glass down and shifted, trying to figure out the best way to move her without waking her.

"Alright, Evie. Let's get you somewhere more comfortable."

Gently, he slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. She stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent against his shoulder, but didn't wake.

Alex carried her to his bedroom. The massive bed, draped in blue sheets, was much better than letting her pass out on the couch.

Carefully, he laid her down, adjusting the pillows under her head. She shifted slightly, curling into the warmth, and let out a small sigh.

Alex hesitated for a second before reaching for the blanket, pulling it up to cover her.

Standing there, watching her sleep, he huffed a quiet laugh to himself.

"If you were awake, you'd probably have some smart-ass comment about this."

Still, he found himself lingering for a second longer before finally stepping away. He turned off the bedside lamp, casting the room into soft shadows, and slipped out without a sound.

Back in the living room, he pulled out the sofa bed, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket.

As he lay down, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't help but smirk.

Tonight had been… unexpected.

And for the first time in a long while, he found himself looking forward to what came next.

With one last glance toward the hallway, he exhaled, closed his eyes, and let sleep take him.

...

Evangeline lay still, listening to the sounds of Alex moving around the penthouse.

She had been awake the whole time.

Well, almost. She had drifted for a bit, the warmth of the blanket and the comfort of the moment lulling her into a light doze. 

And she had waited.

Waited to see what he would do.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him because, strangely enough, she did. More than she trusted most people in Hollywood.

But this was a test.

A quiet one.

And he passed.

She had felt the careful way he lifted her into his arms, the steady heartbeat beneath his chest, the way he made sure she was comfortable before even considering walking away.

No lingering touches. No opportunistic glances. Just... care.

And damn if that didn't make her heartache in the best way possible.

Evangeline waited until she heard the subtle creak of the sofa bed unfolding in the living room.

She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling with a small, quiet smile tugging at her lips.

"You're full of surprises, Wilson..." she murmured to herself. "Mumm..."

With a soft sigh, she rolled onto her side, hugging the warmth close.

This wasn't just about Alex being a gentleman.

It was about what it meant.

Because if he had wanted to, he could have used this moment. He could have tried something, played it off as just being close or the work of the wine... just being caught up in the moment. She had heard enough stories and knew about certain controversies related to such situations.

But Alex?

He had made sure she was comfortable first. And then he left.

That meant more to her than she was willing to admit.

'Haa... On our first date if he makes me feel this way... Haha... I can't wait for our next date.'

Her fingers curled slightly against the blanket as a thought drifted through her mind—dangerous, reckless, but impossible to ignore.

'Maybe… just maybe… I could trust him.'

Maybe she already did.

And that?

That was terrifying.

She exhaled a quiet breath and closed her eyes.

For the first time in a long time, she fell asleep feeling safe.

And that?

That was everything.

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AN: Ok. I know some are mad, no segs, wtf, and all that. To me, it feels excessive to add segs on the first date. Once again, no matter the girl MC is dating, you won't be getting any segs on any first date. The first one will be Max Black (2nd date). Then SJ (during the shooting days) and Lily (third date). So, have a little patience. You won't be disappointed. 

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