Ava was just congratulating herself on getting through two hours of successfully shielding herself behind the Bartovia palace’s pillars and pot plants, dodging both the press and Prince Regent Federico Alberto Enrico di Altavilla e Portanova when she suddenly came face to face with the man she was trying to avoid.
The shock of seeing him so close almost threw her back. She tried not to faint in front of the most powerful man in the country. Ava swallowed thickly, her heart coming to a clunking stop in her chest as her eyes went to his inscrutable dark brown almost black ones so far above hers.
What to say after all those years? How to address him? What to say? Awful things happened, hurtful words had been said… Ava stood there, anxious like she never was before. Maybe he was expecting her to talk first…
She opened her mouth to speak but her throat was too tight to get a single word out. Ava felt the slow creep of color staining her cheeks, and wondered if Fede had any idea of how much over the last six years, she had dreaded this moment.
“Ava Marie!”
His deep voice was like a warm velvet glove stroking along the bare skin of her shivering arms. How she’s missed him calling her name… He was the only person calling her with her full name.
“Have you only just arrived? I haven’t seen you until a few moments ago.”
Ava moistened her lips, dry as the desert under the afternoon sun, with the tip of her tongue.
“Uh… no… I…” she said, shifting her gaze sideways, “I’ve been here pretty much the entire evening…”
A small silence began to weigh the atmosphere, like humidity just before a storm.
“I see…”
Ava marveled at how he could inject so much into saying so little. Those two little words contained disdain and distrust, and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
“So… I was wondering… Why are you here, Ava Marie?” he asked coolly, his eyes narrowing even further. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t recall seeing your name on the official guest list… So, allow me to ask again… Why are you here?”
She swept the point of her tongue across her lips again, trying to keep her gaze averted.
“I’m here because… Uh… As part of my… um… parole program, I took a job at the orphanage,” she mumbled, loathing the shame she could feel staining her face. “I… I’ve been working there for the last eleven months.”
When he didn’t respond immediately, Ava felt compelled to bring her gaze back to his, but then wished she hadn’t. A corner of his mouth was lifted in an unmistakably mocking manner.
“The orphanage? You? You are looking after little children? Well, with this being said, I believe the Apocalypse is just around the corner.”
Ava felt herself bristling.
“Yes, I am working there. And yes, I really take care of them,” Ava clipped out. “I love doing it. I enjoy every minute of it. Tonight, I’m here with some of the other caretakers and educational staff. Even if I said no numerous times, they insisted I attend. So, in the end, I let them drag me here.”
Another tight silence began to shred at Ava’s nerves. She would have given just about anything to have avoided coming here this evening. Ava had felt as if she had been playing a high-stakes game of hide and seek all night, the strain of keeping out of the line of Federico’s deep brown gaze had made her head pound with sickening tension.
Even now, the hammer blows behind her eyes were making it harder and harder for Ava to keep her manner cool and unaffected before him. His commanding and totally charismatic presence both drew her and terrified her, but the very last thing she wanted was for him to realize it.
Surreptitiously, Ava fondled the smooth pearls of the bracelet around her wrist, the only thing she still had left of her mother’s, hoping it would give her the courage and strength to get through the next few minutes until she could make good her escape.
“Very well, then,” he said as his eyes continued to skewer hers, that sardonic half-smile still in place. “As the royal patron of the orphanage you now work for, I would have thought you would have made every effort to include yourself in this evening’s proceedings rather than hide behind the flower arrangements or the granite pillars.”
Ava’s chin came up.
“And give the press the golden opportunity to hound me for an exclusive photo and an interview?” she asked. “No, thank you. Not until my parole is up. And not even then, if I’m being totally honest...”
His eyes began to burn with brooding intensity.
“Honest? I wasn’t sure you knew the word… I wonder if it tastes funny in your mouth… Anyway, I must say I am surprised you haven’t already sold your story to the press, Ava Marie,” Federico said. “But perhaps I should warn you before you think about doing so. One word about our…” he paused over the word for an infinitesimal moment, “past involvement, and I will have you thrown back into prison where the majority of the population of Bartovia believes you still belong. Have I made myself clear?”
Ava felt anger run through her like a red-hot tide.
“Perfectly, Your Serene Highness,” she bit out, her eyes flashing with fury.
How she hated him at that moment… The injustice she had suffered was bad enough, but to have him threaten her in such a ruthless manner was abominable! But until her parole was up what else could she do but pretend she had nothing to hide? She had learned the hard way that silence was her most precious defense… her only defense.
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Federico was conscious of the time and the press of the crowd behind them. He had told his bodyguards to give him a few minutes but he knew they would come looking for him soon.
His formal duties for the evening were more or less over and the crowd would soon begin to disperse. But he hadn’t seen Ava Marie Antonini for over six years, and he had to make sure she wasn’t going to be a threat to his future as King of Bartovia now that she was out of prison.
They had parted on such bitter terms… Federico had been so blisteringly angry at the way she had ended their affair, and her betrayal still rankled even after all this time.
When he had caught sight of Ava Marie disappearing behind one of the pillars, Federico had thought he must have conjured up her image, so great was the shock and effect on him of seeing her again.
It had taken every bit of the thirty-two years of his royal training to keep his reaction hidden. He had formally opened the gala, chatted with the official guests, smiled in all the right places, but all the while, wondering how he could capture five minutes in private with her… The woman who broke his heart in a million little fragments.
But now that he had, Federico wondered if it had been wise to seek her out. Every pore of his skin was erect with awareness, his nostrils automatically flaring in the primal hunt for her feminine scent, and his groin tightening with an ache so intense he had trouble standing still.
Finding that after all these years, after all the women he had, his body still hummed with desire for her was so annoying and terribly frustrating. He had considered himself over her, and yet one glimpse into that emerald gaze of hers had made him realize there was still a place deep inside him that responded almost involuntarily when he looked at her.
It was as if Ava Marie had secretly planted a tiny fish hook in his chest all those years ago, and every time their eyes met, he felt its tiny but still-painful tug. For all her supermodel beauty there was no escaping the fact she was a sleep-around socialite whore who had wantonly led him on only to dump him, no doubt for the glory of having bedded a prince meant to become a king one day.
Federico had met plenty of women like her before and since, but he hadn’t seen her rejection and betrayal coming and that irked him more than he wanted to admit. No one had done that to him before or after.
He had never had his pride rubbed in the dust like that, but then that was Ava Marie Antonini. She had come along with those amazing green eyes, her long, silky, blonde hair, and sensually seductive wiles, and snatched the breath right out of his chest.
His eyes ran over her appraisingly. She was wearing a shell-pink sheath of a dress that clung lovingly to her willowy frame, highlighting the small but perfect globes of her breasts, skimming over the slight, almost boyish hips and the endless legs that had so many times wrapped around his in the throes of their heated passion.
Her slender arms were bare, but on her left wrist, she wore a pearl bracelet which he had noticed her fiddling with earlier with those slim fingers of hers. Federico had to remind himself that Ava Marie Antonini had killed her father with those very delicate feminine hands. So, she was a menace for him and his future.
The lesser charge of manslaughter didn’t make her any less of a murderess, or at least certainly not according to the press and public’s view. But right now, she didn’t look capable of doing anyone harm.
“Be very careful, Ava Marie…” he added. “I’m not the same man I was six years ago. Fede you once knew died the moment you stabbed him to death with your lies and your cheating… Prince Federico Alberto Enrico has no mercy for killers… such as yourself.”
“I won’t forget that, Your Serene Highness…” Ava replied slowly looking down and trying not to burst into tears. “Am I free to go now?”
“Yes, you are free… Until your next crime,” he said and watched her ran desperately toward one of the French windows of the Great Ballroom.
Federico could swear those words hit Ava right in her stomach. She kinda gasped for air. Ava looked extremely nervous, agitated almost, her bottom lip being savaged by her small white teeth, and her body looked tense and ill at ease. A little stab of guilt pierced him. His threat, his last words to her have perhaps been a little heavy-handed and ruthless, but he had to be absolutely sure she would keep quiet about their previous relationship. He would make it worth her while, although any dealings he had with her now would have to be conducted under the strictest secrecy. The journalists were like sniffer dogs when it came to the Bartovia royal family and it would be risky even being seen talking to her. But it would be well and truly worth it if
The cobbled streets were lit with the occasional lamp post but even so, Ava felt the menacing shadows of the night creeping towards her with every step she took. She shone the narrow beam of the torch Teresa had given her around, but so far, she had found nothing but the occasional cigarette butt or gum wrapper. It made her think of her father, how he as the town mayor, had orchestrated a campaign to clean up the ancient streets of Bartovia, even though his own home had contained the filthiest of all secrets. Ava gave a little shudder and forced the memories back and continued on her mission, her head down, her steps carefully measured as she went as close to the palace as she dared. She was no more than three blocks away when she suddenly came u
This time it was Ava’s mouth that went tight. So, this was his game now? Not a chance! Not one chance in hell!“I don’t intend being back here or sleeping with you, Federico,” she said with a deliberately haughty look. “Please, give me back my bracelet. I need to get home this instant.” His eyes burned into hers.“Not so fast… You are forgetting yourself, Ava Marie,” Federico said. “This isn’t the way to speak to the future King of this country. I will dismiss you when I see fit, not the other way around. Did I make myself clear?”“And if I still choose to leave this room, what are you going to do about it, Your Serene Highness?” she asked, throwing him another mocking glare. “Lock me up in the palace tower and throw away the key? I’m sure I’ll get used to it rather
Christian’s little hand suddenly clutched at the front of Ava’s uniform, his eyes huge in his stricken face.“You’ll be back again, right, mummy?” Ava squatted down to his level and looked deep into his troubled gaze.“Of course, I will, sweet boy.” His expression was still white with worry.“You’re not g-going to p-prison like before, are you?” She suppressed a frown as she hugged him close. She had always tried to be as honest with him as possible without distressing him with details too difficult for him to understand, but she had never gone into the sordid details of why she had to go to prison. But it
Ava felt as if her eyes were going to pop out of her head and land on the carpeted floor at his feet. She looked at him in complete horror, her mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish, her heart going so hard and fast it felt as if it were going to come through the wall of her chest.“I-I’m not sure that can be arranged,” she stammered. He gave her a frowning look.“I can’t see why not. After all, I’m now the royal patron of the orphanage. It’s only fair that I give my support in ways other than financial.”“Y-yes, but showing a preference for one child over another isn’t… fair,” Ava said, relieved she could think of something reasonably plausible on the spot. “The child who sent you this drawing is one of many who long to be noticed. You would be doing more harm
‘Just breathe…’ she said to herself avoiding looking in Federico’s direction. ‘You can’t cry in front of him… or anyone else, for that matter. You can show any kind of weakness, or they’ll eat you alive.’ Ava composed herself with an effort and resumed her seat at the table as if nothing had happened. She picked up her glass of water and drank several mouthfuls, conscious of Federico looking at her with a frown beetling his eyebrows. She set her glass back down.“You said you had something to discuss with me over lunch about the orphanage,’ Ava reminded him coolly. She pointedly looked at her watch, making it clear she was on a strict timeline, and, more to the point, he wasn’t important enough to her to adjus
She dropped her gaze from his and closed her eyes. Awful memories from that night came down on her like a flock of eagles, ready to tear her apart. Ava didn’t want to keep remember those moments, but she also knew they would hunt her for life. She opened her eyes, ready to go once again over everything.“What happened is… Uh… We started to argue,” she answered in a flat emotionless tone. “I hardly remember what we argued about now… it all seems so muddled and foggy in my head. As usual, he was shouting at me, and I was shouting back at him. And then…” Again, Ava closed her eyes tight, mentally skipping over that distressing scene until she felt she had control again. She reopened her eyes and carried on as if discussing the weekend weather.“Suddenly he was lying at the foot of the staircase
The first brush-like stroke of his mouth on hers was cautious, even a little hesitant, a bit like a goose feather. It was so soft Ava wondered if she had imagined it. The second was firmer, with a hint of growing urgency, but the third tasted of desire hot and strong, rocking Ava straight to the core. She opened her mouth to the searching glide of his tongue, her insides turning to jelly when that deliciously erotic contact was made. The kiss became more urgent, more passionate, more out of control and Ava was swept away with it. It felt so wonderful to be held in his arms again, to have his hands at her waist, holding her trembling body against the heat and strength of his. Federico was hard and getting harder as every second passed, the hollow ache in her body echoing the pounding of his blood against her