Ava's POV I made a decision a month ago—not to let Ethan see me on video calls anymore. Every week's call had been fun, crazy even, but I wanted to keep my transformation a secret until I could surprise him in person. Every time he called, I switched to normal calls or made sure to show him only the gym or surroundings, avoiding any chance for my reflection to slip through. I wanted the big reveal to be perfect, not ruined by the pixelated image of a video call.This has been going on for over six months now. Ethan hadn’t seen me once, and in that time, I had transformed beyond recognition. I was down to 150 pounds, muscles forming in all the right places, and my body… Well, it felt like everything had shifted perfectly. My curves were more defined, and for the first time, I actually loved what I saw in the mirror. I’d never been slim before—always the chubby girl who adored junk food—but now, seeing this version of myself? It felt like I’d stepped into someone else’s life.Noah was
My mom flung open the door, a parade of chefs bustled in, their arms laden with steaming dishes. The rich aroma of home-cooked meals filled the air.“Mom, not again,” I sighed. This was her routine every time I stayed too long at the hospital.“You need to eat well,” she insisted, her voice firm but loving as she waved the cooks toward the dining table. They laid out the trays one by one, filling every inch of the table with food. I couldn’t help but smile. Her food was delicious, no doubt about it. I missed it, but this? This was overkill. I wasn’t hosting a party, and I certainly didn’t need half the city’s chefs showing up at my doorstep.She kept holding my hand like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go. I tried to pull it free, but she just tightened her grip, dragging me over to the dining table and practically shoving me into a chair. “You need to eat a lot. That’s why I made all this,” she said, already piling food onto my plate. “Ava, darling!” she called out, snappi
After freshening up, I decided to head downstairs and spend some time with the boys. They didn’t seem like they were in any rush to get back to work, which was a good sign. I was starting to enjoy having everyone around, especially after months of mostly being by myself. The moment Liam saw me, his jaw practically hit the floor. "Ava, I barely recognize you," he said, looking like he’d just seen a ghost. " I've been gone for a few months, and now... look at you!" I smiled, feeling a bit shy. "Thanks, Liam." "Your body transformation is insane. I honestly thought Ethan brought back a new girl." He laughed. Why did everyone think Ethan would bring a girl back? Is he some sort of playboy? I wondered to myself but shook the thought away quickly. Before I could sit down, Noah’s voice rang out. "Hey, Ava, I booked that hair appointment you wanted." I perked up. I’d been wanting to do a little makeover. Since everyone thought I was dead, I figured a new look wouldn’t hurt. Maybe,
Ava’s POV Do you have a problem with me?" I asked, my frustration spilling over. "Is it my hair? Is that why you’re acting like this?” “For a second, I wasn’t sure if he was going to respond. But then, a sly smile crept across his face as he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. He gently brushed my hair behind my ear, his touch sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. “You look hot, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “I love the hair.” His breath was warm against my cheek, and suddenly, I felt my face flush. My heart raced, and before I knew it, I was hiccuping. Embarrassed, I grabbed the water bottle from his desk and gulped down a huge drink while he chuckled softly. Regaining my composure, I cleared my throat and stepped back. “Anyway,” I said, trying to sound more serious, “I went through my father’s files and found something interesting. You’re one of the major investors in his company.” He didn’t say a word, just watched me, his expression unreadable o
Ava was lost in thought, she couldn’t just sit idly by while the empire he built slowly crumbled. Out of his three hotels, only one was performing well, and if she didn’t act fast, the rest would be sold off. The weight of that realization pressed down on her. A sudden knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned to see Ethan walk in, carrying a file. Without a word, he handed it to her. Confused, she took the file and opened it, her eyes scanning the contents. It was a new identity—papers with a different name, background, and history. She stared at him, waiting for an explanation.“I figured you might need a change of identity for the time being,” Ethan said, his tone casual.Of course, Ava knew she needed it. Going back into the business world as herself, given all that had happened, would be dangerous. But she didn’t want to admit it to him, not after the way he had dismissed her plea for help the day before. She wasn’t sure what to make of his sudden change of he
Ava had been waiting for this day, excited and anxious all at once. Morning finally arrived, and she found herself awake much earlier than usual.She wanted to make a strong impression on her first day, so she slipped into a classic dress—an elegant, fitted sheath in a deep navy blue that hugged her curves just right. It had a modest neckline with a cinched waist, and it flared slightly at the knees, giving her a sophisticated yet powerful look. She paired it with black heels, adding just the right amount of height, and styled her sleek bob carefully. After applying light makeup, she admired herself in the mirror. It was simple but enough to feel like she was in control.Feeling ready, Ava made her way to Ethan’s room. She knocked softly but there was no answer. Was he still asleep? Curious, she opened the door slightly and peeked inside. Ethan was there, halfway through buttoning his shirt, his abs still showing. For a moment, she stared, caught off guard by the sight. Her cheeks flu
Ava’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of liquid being poured into a glass. she sat up quickly, her gaze landing on Ethan. He stood across the room, casually sipping wine, his expression as calm as ever.“You’re up, princess,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips.Ava frowned, rubbing my eyes. "You didn’t wake me up? What time is it?" She glanced at her watch, noticing that barely an hour had passed since she had dozed off. Still, the embarrassment of falling asleep in his office made her fidget.“You could have woken me,” she mumbled, her voice tinged with frustration. “Don’t you want me to come with you to the shareholders’ meeting?”Ethan placed his glass down on the table and turned his cool gaze on her. “And what part of ‘don’t touch anything’ did you not understand?”Ava sat up straighter, her cheeks flushing. “I didn’t touch anything! “I just… I wanted to look around, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” she stammered, her tone defensive.He eyed her for a moment, his face un
The meeting was over, and Ava couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. The hotel was in critical condition, and half of the shareholders wanted to pull out. Out of the three hotels her father had built, this was the only one still thriving. How did things get so bad?Ethan had stepped in at the last minute, offering a significant amount of money to keep the hotel from going bankrupt, making him a business partner.“This way, Mr. Wilson,” Gabe said, leading Ava and Ethan to his new office as the hotel’s newest business partner.Ethan turned to Gabe. “Miss Jackson will be staying in my place. I trust her with most of my business deals, so she’ll be handling this one as well.”“Miss Jackson?” Gabe looked at Ava with a polite smile, extending his hand. “We’re looking forward to working with you.”She took his hand in a daze, barely registering his words. As Gabe walked off, leaving her and Ethan alone, Ava turned to him, her mind racing.“Why would you hand such a huge responsibility
Ethan's POV I need to go to sleep," she whispered, her breath hitching slightly. "Not so fast," I said, closing the distance between us. Her eyes darted from my eyes to my lips, and she bit her bottom lip—a move I knew she didn’t realize drove me insane. "Stop that," I muttered, my lips mere inches from hers. It took everything in me to keep my composure. “Stop what?” she asked innocently, her voice teasing as her eyes darted between my eyes and my lips again. “You know exactly what,” I murmured. “I could take you right here, right now, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” Her cheeks flushed, and she stammered, "I… I’m still on my period." "I know, princess," I whispered, brushing my lips against her ear. “But that won’t stop me from doing this.” I slid my hand along her thigh, stopping just before it becomes too much, my eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her cheeks flushed even deeper, her lips parting slightly in expectation. And before she could respond,
Ethan's POVI couldn’t take my eyes off her. Every movement she made had me captivated. I felt a small smile tug at my lips, unable to hide the effect she had on me. As I looked up, I caught her gaze before she quickly looked away. "I made something for you. I... I was thinking you should come and have some," she murmured, her eyes avoiding mine as she fidgeted with her fingers. "You made something?" I asked, my surprise evident. It was the first time I’d ever heard her mention cooking , and now I was more than eager to taste whatever she had prepared. I quickly arranged the files on my desk and followed her downstairs. The way her shorts hugged her figure didn’t escape me. She had no idea how irresistible she looked. As we entered the kitchen, a warm, sweet aroma filled the air. It smelled incredible. She moved to the oven and pulled out a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. The golden-brown swirls were perfectly glazed, and the smell alone had my mouth watering. She ca
Ethan's POV “What are you doing?” Noah asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched me. His voice cut through the quiet of my office. “Checking my phone, obviously,” I said without looking up, my focus fixed on the screen. “You’ve been staring at that phone for a while now. Are you expecting a call?” he pressed, leaning back in his chair. I didn’t answer. My thoughts were elsewhere. Work hours were long over, and it was already 9 p.m., but Ava hadn’t called or texted. My mind ran through scenarios, each one more irritating than the last. Unable to resist, I dialed her number. When she answered, I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “Are you still at work?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “I was just about to call you,” she replied, her voice soft and calm. “I just finished working.” “Before I could respond, a voice in the background caught my attention. “Should I drive you home?” I froze. I knew that voice all too well—Gabe. “No!” I shouted, my voi
Ava's POV We walked into the office, and I let out a breath of relief, thinking Ethan would finally behave himself. But before he let go of me, his hand gave my butt a light spank. I gasped, spinning to face him. “What was that for?” I tried to sound angry, but the heat creeping up my face betrayed me. “I don’t know,” he said, staring at his hand as though it had a mind of its own. “I guess it likes it there. Besides, your butt is so soft,” he added, taking a step closer, that mischievous grin back on his face made it impossible to stay mad.I wanted to glare at him, but instead, I flushed, feeling my cheeks heat up. "You’re impossible," I muttered, walking over to my desk in an attempt to escape his teasing.Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Do you think sitting at your desk will stop me?” His voice held an unmistakable teasing tone. “You know, you look really cute when you’re flustered,” he continued, standing directly in front of me now. “I—” I stammered, “we have a lot
Ava’s POV This morning, I felt much better and was determined to head to work. As I stepped outside, ready to call for the driver, Ethan was already waiting by his car. “I’m driving you to work,” he said, standing by the car with his usual calm look, his tone leaving no room for argument “You... I...,” I stammered, trying to find the right words. “The…the driver will be here soon,” I finally managed to say. “I told him not to come today,” Ethan said, his eyes fixed on me as he gestured toward the passenger door. “You did what?” I asked, staring at him in disbelief. “You heard me, Ava. Now get in, Unless…” He paused, his eyes locked on mine, unless you want me to carry you inside the car myself,” he said, his voice calm but firm, his piercing gaze making it clear he wasn’t joking. I blinked at him, that tone—stern, yet teasing—caught me off guard. When was the last time he offered to drive me to work? What has gotten into him today, I thought to myself. “We’re not going
Ethan’s POV After a frustrating day at work, I stopped by the store on my way home. Ava hadn’t been feeling well, and I wanted to do something thoughtful for her. Standing in the aisle, I felt completely out of my depth. There were so many options, and I had no idea what she would prefer. So, I grabbed a mix of everything—different products, brands, and even a few essential oils I’d heard were good for cramps. Once I got home, I dropped the shopping bags on the living room couch and headed to the kitchen for some water. That’s when I saw her. Ava was standing in front of the fridge, her head buried inside as she searched for something. She was wearing a simple black pair of shorts and a casual top, nothing fancy. But somehow, even in something so plain, she looked irresistible. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pick up its pace. Unable to help myself, I walked over and slid my arms around her waist. She didn’t flinch or act surprised. Instead, she let out a soft sigh and lea
Ethan’s POV . It wasn’t easy convincing Ava to stay home today. She kept insisting she was fine, even though I could see how tired she looked this morning. I knew she needed rest. I had to tell her there were important things I needed to handle at the hotel. That was the only way she finally agreed to stay back and rest. When I arrived at the hotel, I headed straight to her office. As soon as I walked in, the sweet scent of her perfume hit me. It was such a comforting scent—one that reminded me of her warmth and presence. I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, letting that scent relax me. I found myself smiling as I walked to her desk. I sat down, leaned back in her chair, and closed my eyes, taking in the peaceful moment. But just as I was about to let my mind drift, the door flew open. Startled, I opened my eyes, annoyed at whoever dared to ruin my moment. I guess as usual, peace doesn’t last long. “Emily, I—” Gabe’s voice stopped mid-sentence when he saw me.I looked at G
Ethan’s POV I walked into the kitchen and saw her there. She was pouring a smoothie into a glass. It was 4 a.m., way too early for anyone to be awake, but there she was, still wearing her silky nightwear. I couldn’t resist walking closer to her. “Good morning, princess,” I whispered, leaning down by her ear as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I pressed my body gently against her back. She didn’t flinch or look surprised. Instead, she just kept her head down. Usually, she’d smile or be shy, but today something felt different. To cheer her up, I trailed soft kisses along her neck. She reacted slightly but sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping. Now I was worried. Did I upset her? Ava always melted under my touch, but this time her reaction was small, and she looked exhausted. “What’s wrong?” I asked, turning her around to face me. “Nothing. It’s… it’s just…” She paused and placed her hand on her stomach. “You don’t want me touching you?” I asked cautiously. “No!” s
Ethan's POV It’s been two days since I stayed at the hospital. I didn’t plan to stay this long, but I got caught up reading files. Ava must be worried by now, probably thinking I’m upset with her. The truth is, I trust her. My mind just won’t let me forget what Gabe did. He kissed her. My Ava. That thought alone makes my blood boil. My Ava. The thought made me laugh softly. She wasn’t mine yet, but she would be. Soon. And when she is, no one will dare touch her again. Those soft lips are mine to claim, and when I get back to the office, Gabe will regret ever trying. “What are you doing?” Mr. Robert’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Nothing,” I said, grinning. “You’re obviously thinking about a woman. You always have that look on your face when you are,” he said knowingly. “It’s not about a woman,” I said quickly, trying to defend myself. “Are you seeing someone?” he pressed, clearly not believing me. “No! I mean… not yet,” I stammered, standing up. “Is she marr