Claimed By The Possessive Billionaire

Ava Vasquez"Ava darling, he's here, please don't keep him waiting for too long," Victoria said while walking closer to where I stood, lost in thought. "Hmmm," I hummed and turned to face her."Don't be like that Ava, I promise you it's not as bad as you think" Victoria said, patting my shoulders.I had just accepted to work in Victoria's club, club forte as a private dancer, I just had to do it to save Damien's mom, who is on the verge of dying if nothing is done.I love Damien so much that I can't imagine seeing him in so much pain, I still can't shake off the tears I saw in his eyes the last time I was at his place, he was really going through a lot and I just had to help.Even though I was yet to meet Damien's mom after dating him for three years now, well she seemed really sick and Damien said I was going to meet her when she gets better.I had to quit my other job, the money I was making there was barely enough to pay my bills, let alone help Damien out, I've sent all my saving

Ava's PovI've never seen a calm and gentle billionaire like this, I mean he has to be a billionaire to pay that kind of money just for a dance section. And then again he insisted on talking and even offered me money for the extra time, this is new, no one has been this kind to me in recent times, not even Damien. I feel like Damien and I are slowly drifting apart, I feel so lonely in this relationship but yet I didn't want to give up on us. His mother's condition is taking a ton on him and that's why I want to help out.He's usually stressed this days and then there is my best friend Emilia who I haven't heard from since I started this new job.I picked up my phone and dialed Emilia's number, I wanted to tell her how things has been going so far since she didn't ask."Hi bestie" I called out happily. "Ava, please can I call you back, I'm in a middle of something" she said ending the call."That was weird" I mumbled and dropped my phone, I made a mental note to call Damien later, h

Ava's PovI noticed Emilia was acting weird the last time she visited but I decided to wave that thought, it's just work stress like she said, I retort inwardly, trying to convince myself. Maybe Emilia is right about Damien, I'm just overthinking things and he's truly going through a lot, I understand if he wants to look after his mother without dragging me into it, I mean I was already doing all I can to raise money for the surgery, maybe he doesn't want to stress me any further. But deep down, I wanted him to let me in about everything. And slowly, my mind drifted off to the masked guy, my client who chooses to remain anonymous. I can't help but imagine what he looks like, seeing his body already sends shivers down my spineI wonder what I will do if I get to see him without the mask someday. I somehow prayed the day goes by quickly so I can get to see him again, he has a great sense of humor and most importantly he listens to me.Don't get me wrong, I'm not ogling my client or a

Ava's Pov.Sarah had asked for us to meet and catch up. I jumped on the idea, eager to meet up with her.When I arrived, I'm stuck with how elegant the place is, the exterior is sleek and modern, the inside simple and luxurious with plush chairs and transparent tables.The soft lighting cast a warm glow to the place.I'm halfway down the coffee aisle when I spotted Sarah, sitting at one end of the bar, her eyes fixed on her phone, she looked different, more sophisticated.As I approached her, a warm smile spread across my face. "Sarah," I call out, my face beaming with a smile.Sarah turns, her face flushed, she looked like she was about to explode with excitement. "Ava! It's so good to see you again," she said, pulling me into a warm hug, she sounded really happy to see me.It makes me wonder though. "Aren't you mad at me?" I blurted out, unable to hide my surprise. We haven't talked since my aunt's burial.Sarah shakes her head, smiling slightly. "Nah, I get it. It wasn't easy for y

Damien's POV"Where the heck are you coming from?" Emilia yelled, furrowing her brows at me as I entered the room the next morning."Oh my god! Not today, Emilia," I say, unbuttoning my shirt. Emilia drives me crazy sometimes.Emilia doesn't back down. "You went to see her, right? You fucked her?" She pressed further.I closed my eyes and take a few deep breaths, turning my attention to her. "And what if I did?" I let out, my attempt to stay calm is betrayed by a slight tremble in my voice. I was pissed.Emilia's eyes flickers with hurt, her expression falters. Quickly, she recovers as her voice perks up. "You fucking bastard!"Frustrated I moved closer to her. "Watch your tone, Emilia. Watch it!"Emilia snorted. "You're still a dickhead, Damien. You'd never change, why the heck would you fuck that bitch?" she says, "I see you're still into her, just like every other men out there lusting over her, what do you all even see in her?" She asked, her tone laced with anger.My face contort