Kidnapped

Ava's blunt question hit me like a slap, making me choke on the orange juice I was sipping. ''You had sex again, didn't you?'' she accused, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and annoyance. I almost spat out the juice, my eyes widening in surprise as I struggled to swallow. I shot her a withering glance, trying to convey a silent 'mind your own business' warning. But Ava just raised an eyebrow, her expression unrepentant. I huffed, taking a bite of my cookie to avoid responding, the crunch of the sweet treat a welcome distraction from the awkwardness.

"You need to stop reading me, you witch!" She let out a loud laugh and shook her head before walking away to hand the tray of cookies in her hands to one of her workers.

I sat on one of the cozy seats nestled beside the window, the warm sunlight streaming in and casting a golden glow on the rustic wooden table in front of me. I had managed to convince Alexander to relent and let me visit Ava, despite his initial resistance and st