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

[Morning]

Evangeline stretched her arms and arched her chest up as a gentle moan escaped her lips followed by a large yawn.

"Oh, wow."

It had been a while since she'd had such a peaceful night's sleep. No stress, no overthinking, and no midnight wake-ups to find herself entangled in her own thoughts. Just pure, uninterrupted rest.

She opened her eyes and rubbed them a bit, adjusting to the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains.

Hold on.

Curtains?

Her mind sprang into action, and she quickly realized she wasn't in her own place. She was in Alex Wilson's penthouse. In his bed.

Alone.

That last detail brought a wave of relief, and she let out a sigh.

She sat up, ruffling her messy hair, and looked around. The bed was big and quite possibly the comfiest thing she'd ever slept in. 'I need to buy a bed like this one.'

Then, she heard it.

A faint sizzling noise.

Her brow furrowed. Was someone cooking?

Sliding out of bed, she walked barefoot toward the door and immediately noticed a piece of paper on the table near the door. Next to it was a small bag and a fresh set of neatly folded clothes.

"Oh, a note," she picked up the note.

**"Washroom on the left. I thought you could use some clothes, and yep, they're mine and new. Oh, and brush your teeth. There's a new toothbrush in the drawer.

P.S. Before you even think about it... no. No matter how hungry you are, you can't eat unless you brush and take a shower.

P.P.S. No, you cannot sue me for forcing good hygiene on you."**

Evangeline let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. 'This guy…'

She looked at the bag, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a simple black T-shirt. Both clearly men's sizes but fresh and unworn. The tags were still intact. 'Well, I was expecting a 

There was something about how effortless it was with him like he anticipated what she'd need before she even asked.

She grabbed the clothes and headed for the washroom.

[Washroom]

Evangeline brushed her teeth first, grinning at the ridiculous amount of options in his drawer. 'Charcoal toothpaste? Cinnamon-flavored? Strawberry?! That's kids toothpaste and there's even pineapple. Hahaha... Gotta try the Pineapple one.'

She settled for the pineapple paste, scrubbing away the remnants of last night's wine. 'Ummm... It's good. I'll buy one for me. Hehe.'

As the steam from the shower filled the room, she stepped under the hot water, letting it cascade over her shoulders, soothing every muscle.

Her thoughts drifted to last night.

'That was a damn good date.'

A sudden date, sure, but undeniably one of the best she'd had in like forever. There had been no awkward silences, no fake pleasantries—just easy conversation, teasing, and something else... something that felt different.

He was charming, sure. That much was obvious. But he was also careful. Thoughtful. A little too good at getting under her skin in ways she didn't quite know how to handle. And the fact that he had carried her to bed without making a big deal out of it? That was new.

'I hope he didn't think I was heavy. Oh, that would be bad. I don't remember the last time I checked my weight.'

She turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wiping her body. 

'Maybe I am just overthinking things.'

After that, she slipped into the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, rolling the waistband a bit so they fit better, and wrapped the towel around her head.

'Time to see what Alex's up to.'

...

[Kitchen]

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air as Alex was expertly flipping pancakes in a pan. He had already set the table with eggs, toast, and a bowl of mixed fruit. A bottle of maple syrup sat nearby, waiting to be used.

He wasn't much of a morning person since he usually works long night hours, but today? He felt oddly... content.

Maybe it was the lingering high from last night... the easy conversation, the playful teasing, the way Evangeline had looked so completely at home in his penthouse without even trying.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because she was still here.

As he plated the last of the pancakes, the sound of soft footsteps reached his ears. He turned just in time to see Evangeline stepping into the kitchen.

And for a moment, he actually forgot what he was doing.

She looked different.

Not in a bad way.

In a way that made his brain temporarily stop functioning.

She had just showered, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, her skin fresh and glowing, free of makeup. The oversized T-shirt he had given her hung loosely over her frame, and the sweatpants were rolled at the waist to fit her better.

She looked...

Soft.

Unfiltered. Real.

And somehow even more breathtaking than before.

Alex had seen plenty of beautiful women in his life... Hollywood was full of them. But this?

This was something else.

Evangeline noticed him staring.

She arched an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

Alex blinked, quickly regaining his composure. "No. Just... you look different."

Evangeline tilted her head slightly. "Different how?"

Alex took a deep breath, a faint smirk forming. "Less Hollywood. More..." He gestured vaguely. "You."

Evangeline raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "And? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, studying her with quiet amusement. "It's a very good thing."

For a moment, she just looked at him, her smirk softening into something more genuine.

Then she twirled in place, spreading her arms dramatically. "So, what you're saying is... I look stunning in men's sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt?"

Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Evangeline grinned. "Damn. And here I was thinking I needed designer dresses and professional makeup."

Alex grabbed a mug and poured her a cup of coffee. "Turns out you don't need much at all to be dangerously distracting."

Evangeline accepted the coffee, hiding her small smile behind the rim of the mug. "Careful, Wilson. That almost sounded like a compliment."

Alex smirked. "Almost?"

She took a sip, humming at the taste. "Alright, maybe it was a compliment."

Alex shook his head, amused. "Take a seat, breakfast is ready."

Evangeline plopped into a chair, eyeing the spread in front of her. "Damn, Wilson. You cooked all this?"

Alex sat across from her, pouring syrup over his pancakes. "What, you think billionaires don't know how to cook?"

Evangeline stabbed a piece of pancake with her fork. "I dunno. I thought you'd have a personal chef."

Alex smirked. "Nah! I like to cook when I'm at home."

Evangeline laughed, shaking her head. "Color me impressed." She took a bite of the pancakes and let out a pleased hum. "Oh, wow. Okay, okay, I take it back. You can cook."

Alex took a sip of his coffee, watching her reaction with satisfaction. "Told you."

They ate in comfortable silence for a moment before Evangeline spoke again.

"Last night was nice."

Alex looked up from his plate. "Yeah, it was."

Evangeline twirled her fork between her fingers. "So... does this count as our second date?"

Alex smirked. "Depends. Are you asking me out on a third?"

She grinned. "Maybe."

Alex leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. "Good. Because I was planning on asking you first."

Evangeline raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind for our 'third date'?"

Alex smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

Evangeline rolled her eyes. "Tease."

...

[Outside]

Across the street, parked in an unassuming black sedan, a man named Leo Carter adjusted the zoom lens on his camera. He had been on Alex Wilson's trail for weeks, desperate for anything... anything... that could give him the golden scoop on Hollywood's most elusive bachelor.

Alex Wilson was a walking enigma.

Filmmaker. Billionaire. Private.

Despite his massive success, he was impossible to pin down when it came to his personal life. No scandals, no messy breakups, no wild parties. It was just work, work, and more work. He was the type of man who could casually drop millions on a film and still vanish into thin air when it came to romance.

Until last night.

Leo grinned, his fingers tightening around his camera. 'Oh, this was gold.'

Last night, by sheer dumb luck, he had been staking out one of the higher-end restaurants in West Hollywood when—boom.

Alex Wilson had shown up.

With Evangeline Lilly.

Not a business dinner. A date.

They had been laughing, flirting, and acting way too comfortably for it to be just another Hollywood power dinner. And when they left together, something told Leo that this wasn't just a casual night out.

So he did what any self-respecting paparazzo would do.

He followed them.

Through the winding L.A. streets, carefully tailing Alex's Aston Martin as it led straight to... Bingo! His penthouse...

Now, after an entire night of waiting in his car, chugging stale coffee, and shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he was about to get his money shot.

Because any minute now, Evangeline Lilly was going to walk out of that building.

And when she did?

Oh, the headlines would write themselves.

Well, a sudden knock on his car's window snapped Leo out of his thoughts, and he jumped, his heart leaping to his throat.

His eyes darted to the side.

It was a girl... A hot one at that. And just like that, his mind began to wander. He could feel a mischievous grin creeping onto his lips as he checked her out. She looked young... but not too young. Maybe in her 20s? And with curves in all the right places...

'God damn, she's gorgeous!'

Leo quickly rolled down the window, his smile widening as he took in her features. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the kind of body that could make even the strongest of men weak at the knees. But her muscles were a bit thick for a girl of her age. Her short black glittery dress doesn't match her frame, yet she got big boobs.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her arms on the edge of the open window. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but can you help me a bit? I'm new to the neighborhood and I kinda lost."

Leo blinked, caught off guard by her husky voice. It was so sexy.

"Uhh... I don't know, I'm kinda busy here," he mumbled, gesturing vaguely toward his camera.

The girl tilted her head, eyeing the camera with mild curiosity. "Busy doing what? Taking pictures?"

Leo shrugged. "Yeah. I'm a photographer."

The girl arched an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, really? So you take pictures of models and stuff?"

Leo chuckled. "Nah, not really. Just... well, anything, really."

The girl nodded, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm... okay, I have a proposition for you."

Leo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Proposition?"

The girl smiled, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"Yeah, you give me a lift and I'll arrange a little gig for you. A photoshoot."

Leo stared at her, unsure if he heard her correctly. "A photoshoot? With who?"

The girl smirked. "Me, of course."

Leo swallowed hard, his brain already conjuring up images of this girl posing for him. He had never worked with a model before, but hell, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. Besides, she was giving signals that she was into him too, which only made it better.

'Fuck it! I will stalk Alex later. Right now... Hehe... Oh, yeah!'

"Okay, deal. Hop in!"

The girl flashed him a dazzling smile. "Great! My name is Darla, by the way."

Leo smiled back at her, nodding. "Nice to meet you, Darla. I'm Leo."

"So, where are you headed?"

"24th Street."

"Cool. Hop in, I'll take you there."

Leo gestured to the passenger seat, smiling. "Well, Darla, make yourself comfortable."

She smirked. "Thanks, Leo."

As Darla hopped inside the car, Leo couldn't help but sneak a few glances at her body. 'Damn, this chick's got curves for days.'

[A few hours later] [Junkyard]

Leo's car was in a car crusher.

Leo himself was inside the car, his throat slit, but there was no sign of blood. It was as if someone drained his body. Darla looked at him with a cold look as the crusher crushed his car with the man inside.

Darla then took out her phone and dialed a number, "Just as you said, Leo hid himself well as a paparazzi. Anyway, your friend's son is safe. But I don't see the money in my account."

"Check it again.."

Darla checked her account and saw that it was 5 million dollars. "Always a pleasure doing business with you."

She hung up the call and walked away from the junkyard with a smile on her face. And a clean-up crew entered the junkyard.

...

AN: Feel free to suggest some sexy mafia or gangster milf names from movies or series. I will choose 1 and add it to the story. [I wanted to go with Nancy Botwin from Weeds. But then I thought, let the readers decide.]

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