That was new. Ava thought frowning her face as she pondered over Ashers words. She had never thought.. well she knew one day Kim would eventually get married and all. It just seemed too soon. Too damn soon. Hell Kimberly was barely nineteen. She was a baby. Her baby. Knowing that a man was actively seeking her hand in marriage was... Terrifying. "I know how unsettling this is-" "You don't," She cut Asher short and turned away from him. "You don't know how unsettling this is. At all." "My intentions are pure, I swear," Asher swore. Ava's reaction was far from what he had expected. Granted he hadn't expected her to leap for joy ad clap a hand on his back, gushing about how Kimberly was lucky to have someone who liked her that much or how she would be happy with him. But he also hadn't expected a total withdrawal from her. Was it because she was in a sour mood? Or did she simply not like him at all? He wasn't sure. Hell he was starting to regret approaching her at all. When she rem
140"What exactly happened?" Kim demanded as soon as they stepped into the penthouse. Ava grimaced when she did. Extremely tired, she had planned to go straight to bed and faceplant herself in it. The last thing she wanted was a conversation.This conversation. "Can we do this later?" She asked not to turn to see Kim at all. She didn't want to do anything. All she wanted was sleep. "No!" Kim said defiantly and even without looking at her, Ava knew her sister was folding her arms. They had dropped Asher off at his home and it had been all awkward for her because she didn't like how cozy he had been with Kim in the backseat while she sat in the front. She had no idea what had compelled her to sit in the front. Maybe she had hoped she would watch Sebastian drive before them. Whatever it was, Sebastian did not drive before them. He took another route entirely and that was the end of her fantasies. He would definitely call off the engagement. She could feel it. She had vexed him and no
Three days. That was how long it was that Sebastian had last contacted her. She had expected it. So she supposed she wasn't quite surprised. But that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. Because it did. "Ava, head high always. Push out your chest a little bit, not so much that it's intrusive but just enough that it calls attention!" Her instructor called out and she proceeded to follow his words. She had resumed work the day after they had arrived from Greece and had been surprised to learn Mrs Monroe was on a leave. She hadn't even been told. They simply changed her instructor to some other woman who was as picky and loud as hell. "Chest out!"Ava liked to think Mrs Gregor meant well. She was a stout woman in her fifties who had the complete opposite body that was suited for a model at least according to the modeling world. Stout, hippy and quiet.... Plum. Ava would not dare call her fat. She had called the woman beautiful and she had made Ava run up and down the studio until she w
Sebastian took one glance at his phone when it rang and decided he didn't want to do shit that day. Natasha. As if the turmoil he faced with Ava wasn't enough, his ex girlfriend seemed to think adding salt to injury was fucking wonderful. He wondered what she wanted to shrug. Whatever she wanted, had nothing to do with him. Natasha, Ava heck all women were crazy and he wanted peace of mind. As much as he could get.But you miss her. You know you do. His mind taunted and as if trying to distract himself from the obvious fact that he did, he stared hard at the document before him. Who cared if he missed Ava, there was serious shit to worry about. Like how much his parents were spending per year. Fuck it was a huge ass amount of money. He stared at the balance sheet in shock, wondering what exactly they were doing to spend that much. Ordering pizza every ten minutes? Buying a Ferrari? Buying a whole ass island? What on earth did they need a whole.island for? And the worst part of it
Ava stared, her jaw wide open in shock as she took in the scene before her. The door to Sebastian's office was wide open and right in the center of it all was her fiancee- fake fiancee- but her fiancee nonetheless getting his face sucked off by a particular blonde woman she had slowly come.to hate..Natasha. Natasha was in Sebastian's arms. The corners of her eyes burned and she blinked rapidly to rein in the tears. She failed however. They slid down her cheeks in big fat droplets as she took in the scene. "Sebastian" she whimpered, totally damaged by the sight. When she had walked out of the studio, she had locked herself up in the toilet feeling incredibly tense at what she had just done. She had stood up to Natasha and despite the fear that pulsed in her veins. It had felt good. Really good. And she had the slightest, just the tiniest inkling to do the same to Sebastian. To confront him. He couldn't avoid her forever- well he could try but she had a breaking point and she was
The club was too loud. The thumping music made it quite difficult to do anything but move your body and go crazy. On a regular day, this would not be Ava's kind of scene. But this wasn't a regular day. It was a horrifying one. She had seen Sebastian kiss another woman; a woman she had come to despise; and the scene seemed stuck in her head. She was unable to forget it. It replayed over and over like a movie.She was dressed in a spaghetti strapped black dress that, according to her sister, clung to her curves and made her look like a goddess. Ava didn't believe that one bit. If she looked like a goddess, why would Sebastian kiss another woman? He would have eyes for her only. He would be hers only. Her eyes flitted around, trying to make sense of what exactly was going on in the club. She had been to a club perhaps only five times in her entire life. She just couldn't see the appeal. But now she did. The noise, the dancing, sweaty bodies gyrating against each other, these were peop
"Where is she?" Sebastian asked through the earbuds as he drove home. He had asked one of his security men to locate Ava. If she were home, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths. But she wasn't home. He had arrived at the penthouse to see it was as empty as ever and not a soul was in there. And it terrified the shit out of him. What if she had left him for good? He knew she had feelings for him, hell they'd had an issue over it because he hadn't wanted to acknowledge her feelings for him. If she interpreted what she had seen on his office wrongly then he was fucking doomed. He didn't want to lose her. Yes he was mad at her. Yes he was pissed and had allowed distance to grow between them. It was all his fault. What if she tried to break off the contract? What if.... No! His mind fought vehemently. She could not break it. It was a damned contract and until a year was up, she was his. His and nobody else's. "She's at a club sir," the security man said on the other line and Sebasti
"Your woman?" Jake asked, brows furrowed in confusion. His eyes flitted from Sebastian's intimidating face to Ava's surprised one. "What's going on Ava?" "I'm trying to figure that out as well," Ava mumbled, staring at Sebastian in surprise. "What are you doing here?" "What am I doing here?" She repeated not processing the question on time. She blinked rapidly, recalled what she was doing and why and the surprise expression in her face morphed into anger. "What are you doing here?" She tried to yank her hand away from his but Sebastian would rather get mauled by a bear than let her go. "I came to get you. What were you thinking coming to a fucking night club?!" She laughed. It was one heavily laced with sarcasm. "Oh I don't know, maybe because I can't get the image of my fiance kissing his ex-girlfriend.""She kissed me!" He spoke without thinking and regretted it immediately. "Yeah sure, that makes me feel so much better," she replied dryly and yanked her hands away with a forc