Ep 5.

Reynold’s POV.

"What can't be possible?" I inquired, raising my eyebrows.

Ava, typically stern, had never displayed such strong emotions toward anyone, except her own child, Adora: a matter I had consistently cautioned her about.

"She cannot be your assistant." Ava spoke with a tone of conviction, as she slowly turned her head toward me and then back to the path where Kayla had just passed.

Her initial fear and anxiety seemed to transform into a mix of hate, envy, and jealousy, all surfacing simultaneously.

"I don't want her to be your assistant. Fire her!"

Confused by her vehement reaction, I questioned her motives.

The girl in question was a recent hire, and as far as I knew, she showed promise.

So, why did Ava harbour such strong objections?

"Do you have any problems with her?" I inquired, looking perplexed at Ava.

"Of course! I have problems with her, even if you can't see it. Anyone but her. I don't want her working with you. It's dangerous,"

Ava asserted, her words leaving me puzzled and eager to understand the basis of her concerns.

"What do you mean?" I pressed for clarification.

A wave of distress washed over Ava, her complexion paling, and her body trembling as if in fear.

The rapid thudding of her heartbeat echoed in the tense silence, leaving me increasingly certain that something more deep was at play.

Was she afraid that this new Omega, Kayla, posed a threat to our relationship?

"Please, you have to fire her. Trust me, you won't regret it," Ava pleaded, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

She had reverted to the state of anxiety she showed off upon seeing Kayla, leaving me thoroughly perplexed.

"Driver, take us away from here," I commanded, exhausted by the unfolding drama.

I had grown tired of the emotional unrest Ava seemed to be going through.

"Why are you not listening to me?" she questioned, but I chose to remain silent.

Though used to her assertiveness, this time, she was asking for something beyond reason.

"Baby, please..." she implored, yet I turned to her with a stern gaze.

"No, I won't fire her, and that's final!" I declared, standing firm on my decision, unwilling to yield to Ava's mysterious and intense objections.

Firm in my decision not to fire Kayla on her first day, we arrived home, and I cradled Adora in my arms.

The weariness on her little face was evident, and given her mother's harsh manners, it fell on me to provide the comfort she needed.

In her room, I carefully laid Adora on her bed. She slept peacefully, resembling an angel, and a warm smile crossed my face.

I lingered for a while, watching over her, and before leaving, I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, my little angel," I whispered, leaving the room with a sigh.

The mystery of Ava's unwarranted concern about my new employee continued to perplex me.

Despite my efforts to make her comfortable and fulfil her desires, she still exhibited a strange and unexplained anxiety, leaving me puzzled about her judgement.

As I pushed open the door to my room, I was halted by the romantic scene that met my eyes.

The room had been meticulously set up, and there, positioned like a showpiece, lay Ava with a smirk on her face.

I swallowed, uncertainty and confusion clouding my thoughts as I grappled with the unexpected scene before me.

The room was adorned with the soft glow of lit candles, and I couldn't help but marvel at how quickly Ava had staged this romantic setting.

"Don't just stand there… Don't you like what you see?" Ava beckoned, rising from the bed and revealing a provocative lingerie set under the dim blue lighting.

The colour eluded me, but in the aura, she appeared nearly naked, every curve and contour tempting my senses.

I could feel the heat rising within me as my eyes traced her shape, but confusion lingered.

"What are you doing?" I questioned, observing her confident catwalk towards me.

With each step, an inexplicable sensation washed over me, leaving me unsettled about her intentions.

As she reached me, her hands skillfully played with the buttons on my chest, her eyes fixed on mine.

She extended her hands past me, skillfully closing the door with a subtle movement, her teeth biting her lip.

"I've missed you..." she confessed, her voice laced with a mixture of longing and desire.

She spoke as though we had been separated for an extended period, but her intentions were clear. Tonight, she wanted to have sex with me.

"Baby..." she whispered, urging me to lean against the door, our breaths intertwining.

She locked eyes with me, a suggestive smile playing on her lips.

"I want you tonight, Alpha. We had a pretty rough day. Don't you think so?" Her words were the only ones filling the space, a familiar plea for physical closeness.

It wasn't a new request, and her persistence didn't bother me.

This had become a routine, a desire for physical touch despite the understanding that our closeness was initially for the sake of our child.

"Come on, love," she coaxed, her hands descending from my chest until they reached their destination, gently grasping.

She paused, scrutinising my reaction with a raised brow, but swiftly concealed any disappointment with a smile.

"You aren't even ready?" she queried, receiving no verbal response from me.

Instead, she reassured herself, "Don't worry. Soon, I'll have you groaning," she promised, her words accompanied by a sly smile as she leaned in to initiate a passionate kiss.

Within the zeal of the kiss, she guided my hands to her waist, moaning softly as the intensity of the kiss deepened.

Her tongue asserted dominance in the kiss, and before I realised it, she wrapped her legs around my waist, clearly aiming to escalate the feeling.

However, I interrupted the moment, pulling away from the kiss and ensuring she was back on her feet.

"What's wrong?" she inquired, a confused expression furrowing her brows.

"Not now," I asserted, running my hands through my hair and exhaling.

"Why?" she persisted, refusing to release her grip.

"I'm tired," I sighed, attempting to convey my exhaustion.

Her expression shifted, nostrils flaring as she glared at me with a hurt look.

"You're always tired. When are you going to make me feel like a woman? You rarely touch me," she lamented, her lips forming a pout as she contemplated how to reconnect.

"Don't I look appetising?" she questioned, moving closer with a sad expression.

When she tried to initiate another kiss, I thwarted her with my hands, giving a sign for my need of space, and relapsed towards the bed.

"Why don't you ever touch me!?" she demanded, anger evident as veins protruded on her forehead.

"I do, I'm just tired," I explained, attempting to justify my actions.

"You don't, Alpha Reynold!! And If you don't touch me, how do you expect me to have an heir for you?" she retorted sharply, her words causing me to halt in my tracks.

Her determination to have a child weighed heavily on our relationship.

"Why are you so determined to have a child when–" I tried to question her motives but then, she interjected, dropping a bombshell that left me baffled.

"That child isn't mine!"

Jerking my head, I raised my brows.

"What do you mean?" I inquired, seeking clarification on the startling disclosure just heard.