Ava's hands were clammy, she held them to her sides, rubbing the sweat off on the uniform they forced her into. The said uniform for the upstairs workers was a checkered mini skirt, heels, and a cropped button-down shirt that was 2 times smaller. She fired questions at Madame and Olive about how impractical the uniforms were, and how were the severs supposed to work in heels. And the skirts were so short that any hastened movements would have her flashing the crowd. Madame just laughed, while quoting something in French and Ava cursed her out in her head. The Bitch always treated them like dirt on her shoe, paying them no mind, and whenever she did it was to probe, pick apart and shame their appearances. Ava was not a fan. Olive followed before glaring at Ava to shut up. Ava followed behind them mutely, her eyes meeting with Brody's."You'll not be catering to the slubs up there so there's no room for mistakes, or you'll pay with your life" Madame spoke. Ava laughed at the joke
Conan rushed towards Arm as he pushed the lady to the floor, pulling him back from her. He stepped on the cigarette, putting it out. He was not aware of what was going on but He was certain He had no time for it. He hated being at Club Sienna, the establishment gave him millions monthly but still, it wasn't one he was proud of or liked to be associated with and it brought back dark memories.But since Gun and Arm are colossal assholes, they decided they wanted the meeting here and nowhere else, so he'd left work and came to the club directly. "She's a part of them, I told you they'd take the bait and come for the coordinates and this bitch just tried to steal my lighter" He seethed, advancing towards the cowering woman on the floor, her shoulders and arms were shaking, Conan guessed she was crying. "You have to chill out, I'll handle this, Gun take him out of here" I ordered, Gun's eyes flashed in understanding as he nodded in response. Arm would lose his shit and hurt the lady
Her body felt weightless and relaxed. She was up but refused to open her eyes and ruined the comforting bliss she'd finally achieved. Ava could not stop the satisfying sigh that escaped her lips, she could not remember the last time she had a good night's rest since her divorce. Olive and all her drama had made it impossible to relax. At the thought of Olive, she shot up from the bed, Her mom. Glancing around in panic, she noticed the room she was cooped in. It was dark and she could not see much. The events of last night were slowly coming back to her, she remembered his words before she passed out. She remembered giving out her mum's nursing home name, she said a silent prayer for her mum's safety. The curtains suddenly parted slowly and light flooded the room, Ava looked around frantically, the room had white walls and equally white furnishings to match. The bedroom was spacious, her eyes spotted the walk-in closet nestled at the far end, and the floor-length mirror stati
As the car zoomed down the streets of Chicago, Ava fiddled with her hands. They were returning from the new nursing home he'd placed her mother in. The car ride was silent, Conan did not appreciate it as he was enamoured with her voice first, he'd been attracted to her voice from their first meeting. His eyes flickered briefly from the road as he tried to catch a glimpse of her phone screen. "What are you doing? " He asked, trying to hide his curiosity. Ava was startled resulting in her fumbling with her phone. Just like before his deep velvety voice caused her lower belly to tingle, she could hear the tinge of an accent. She'd always believed French to be the most sexiest language a man could speak. "I'm looking up nursing homes near me" she answered, waving her phone around for emphasis. " I told you it was fine, she's perfectly safe and comfortable there " Conan spoke with a sigh, he had been trying to convince her ever since they left the nursing home but Ava was stubborn
Conan counted to ten in his head before he alighted the car and followed her inside. He was excited no doubt but he feared he'd lose control, they had no rules or boundaries laid down, Heck he was not sure if she was into the deranged type of shit that he was but he could only hope. The door to the apartment led to the living room it was quiet, and Conan smiled to himself. He savoured the thought of devouring her when he finally caught her, there was nowhere to hide in her tiny apartment. His eyes landed on the kitchen counter across the room, resting on it was a bottle of alcohol its contents having been consumed halfway. He needed to fix her drinking problem, it was unhealthy but at the same time that wasn't his choice to make. They were mere acquaintances. He moved towards the counter and poured himself a drink, taking his sweet time. Meanwhile, Ava was cramped into a broken wardrobe in the attic, waiting with baited breaths.The room was crammed full with broken pieces of
Conan's fingers traced her waist as he moved behind her. His footsteps were silent now that his shoes were off. Ava's hand clutched the edge of the rug tightly, not out of fear but rather excitement. She focused on her pulsating sex as a rush of cool air swept over her exposed flesh. Everything felt right, her nerves, her shame and her excitement, she knew she was enjoying it because Conan was the other party, she could not imagine herself doing this with someone else. The stilling silence was broken as his hands came down on her ass. Ava lurched forward but arched her back, pushing her ass into him. She'd expected the leather. "Remember your safe word, you're in control" He spoke as he caressed her stinging ass. Ava nodded in response as she bit down on her lips hard to control herself. Conan soon maintained a steady rhythm as he spanked her, alternating between hitting and caressing both ass cheeks. Ava's eyes were closed as she relished in the pleasurable pain, her pussy
Ava did not want to move from her position on the bed, even with the pounding on her front door. She knew who it was, the she-devil had a spare key but refused to use it, she'd continue her assault on the door until Ava got up and attended to her personally. As she rolled down from the bed, she could not help but feel her heart sink at the empty room, she'd gotten up earlier and realised Conan was no longer sleeping next to her. It hurts more than it had the first time, even when they'd not slept together what they had felt more intimate than him sticking his dick in her. She trudged down the stairs in her pyjamas, limping slightly, the bruises on her ass were healing, Conan had massaged her butt, layering ointments and oils on it before they went to bed, he was gentle with her. Ava stared at her front door and sure enough, Elaina was banging on it with no care in the world. "El stop it, you're going to wake up the neighbours" She scolded as she flung the door open, letting her
"That's enough detective work for a day, let's eat! " Elaina declared, as they both got up from the floor. She reached for the napkin on the table and an envelope fell out of it.Both ladies stared at it in silence as they exchanged glances. Elaina reached for it as Ava moved closer to her. "What's this? Another gift from your lover? " Elaina teased, her perfectly arched brows rising. "I don't know, open it and see" Ava pushed, ignoring her antiques. She opened the envelope and pulled out a crisp check. "One...two...three...four...five...si-" Elaina's voice slowly fades as she reads out the zeros attached to the check. Ava slid the envelope from Elena's shaky hands as she held the check delicately in her hand. She peered inside and sure enough another note was in the envelope. Sorry for the inconvenience. That's all it said. The best friends comically turned towards one another with eyes blown wide. Eliana squealed in excitement while Ava just stared wordlessly.this could
Ava felt like a new person as her eyes fluttered to adjust to the light streaming in from the windows. She had felt Conan get up earlier and stare at her. She kept her eyes closed until he left the room after kissing her forehead.After his confession last night, they'd kissed non-stop and then fallen into bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. Conan was beyond gentle with her, placing soft kisses all over her skin, anywhere he could find, and Ava felt them healing her slowly but surely. This morning they'd be leaving Paris, though Ava regretted not being able to explore the city of love, she understood how hard it was for Conan to be here with his manipulative aunt, and last night, she'd gone on his aunt's page and found photos of his ex-wife.Ava had felt a strong urge to protect the little girl she'd never met from this lady.She stretched out on the bed, wrapping the complimentary robe tighter around herself to prevent the morning cold. With a final pat down, she went out in sea
The room was silent, Ava could not bring herself to admire the beauty of the suite she had settled in.Her head was pounding like the conversation from an hour ago was playing over and over again. She was stuck in a loop.The scene replayed in her head in 4k, Conan's aunt calling her the n-word and him exploding on her.——————————————————"Aunt!" It was Camille's voice that snapped Ava out of her shock.Conan was exchanging words harshly with the lady who was revealed to be his aunt, and Camille's horrified expression was enough to tell them the direction the conversation was going.Eliana was by her side, hands firm on her shoulder, Ava knew she was trying to hold herself back.She'd been called racial slurs in the past, mainly by Dimitri's friends who claimed they were joking but never so blatantly. It pricked her heart."It's her. It's always going to be her, the sooner you accept that the easier our relationship will be," Conan fired."Oh please, you said that about the last one,
"Glad to see you still remember you have a home, thought you'd abandoned me forever." Avaa laughed at Eliana's antiques. She had not been to the house in days, she'd been spending all her time with her boyfriend. Friend? She did not know what Conan was to her. They had not labelled their relationship but she had been spending all her free time with him, talking and fucking lots of fucking. It was like she'd been deprived of something all her life, and now she was finally getting to enjoy it and she did not want to stop. Conan was more than willing to oblige her in her requests. They'd done it in every nook and cranny of his house, in every position she could think of. She felt like she was stuck in eternal euphoria. "Well I got my week-long break from work today, we haven't been doing much since the party and Janet have been cold so I'm glad for the break" Ava strolled towards Eliana on the couch and flopped down next to her."We can finally move," She finished. Despite her prot
Conan was pissed.His body shook with anger, muscles rigid with tension.He was angry at Vegas, angry at the bastard Dimitri, and angry at the beautiful goddess sitting close to him.Immediately, he got his car back from the Valet, strapped her in and sped away from the hotel, and now they were sitting in the car with the engines off.The drive to her house was silent, with Ava sniffling and him silently fuming at the turn of events.They'd arrived at her place thirty minutes ago when Ava clambered to the front door without a word. She was back minutes later.Her best friend had someone with her in the house, and Ava didn't want to interrupt them.Ava was calmer now, Conan kept stealing glances at her, questions hanging at the tip of his tongue, but he didn't want to push her. It wasn't his place to ask, and it was technically none of his business. "Dimitri was my ex-husband. It's the first time I've seen him since the Divorce"Conan did not respond. He figured she'd appreciate his
He turned to Conan, and they exchanged words in what she knew was French, she could not understand the words being said, but she could sense the underlying threat, she could feel it oozing from his pores.Immediately, her boss disappeared amongst the crowds of people, with Conan still glaring at his back. His hands circled her wrist, and she let him pull her through the ballroom and outside to what looked like a balcony. His fingers dug into her wrist, and it was starting to hurt."Let me go. You're hurting me," She spoke calmly.She could tell he was tense and royally pissed off. Her being angry would not solve any issues, so she tried to stay calm."You'll not meet him again," He grunted out, finally letting go of her hand.Ava felt her head spinning as she tried to understand and keep her emotions in check, but one kept trying to raise its ugly head. Anger."He's my boss, of course, I'll meet him, what has gotten into you!" She took a deep breath to calm herself down before speaki
Ava let her hands slowly fall down her curves, Eliana was a magician.She had received an invitation to the annual and very exclusive invite-only charity gala held at the end of October. Ava had always known about the event and had accompanied Dimitri to it once, and now, thanks to her extremely generous boss, she'd be going again. The red dress she had on was one of her many party dresses that Dimitri supplied her with, after a little alteration by Eliana it fit her like a darn glove, hugging her curves in all the right places.It was a gorgeous high-neck mermaid cut dress that fell down to her legs with a thigh-high slit and a front top slit that accentuated her boobs.The deep red was a nice contrast to her caramel skin that glistened under the light thanks to the oil Eliana lathered her with.She kept her makeup minimal, opting for the clean girl look that a full glam like Eliana suggested.Her hands stroked her hair, she'd taken out her braids and was sporting a slicked-back po
Safe to say Ava did not arrive at work early because Conan refused to let her go.She was excited about their date on Friday. It's been a while since she's been on a date that she'd forgotten how it felt."Good morning, you're late."Ava smiled at her boss's secretary. She was a no-nonsense lady with a prominent scowl on her face, but Ava knew better.When she'd first received the almost robotic call from Janet offering her the job she'd been skeptical and even on their first meeting, Janice moved briskly only speaking when necessary like a machine but slowly and surely Ava got used to her.Deep down, she was a very kind and understanding lady who gave Ava breaks when she needed them and helped her adjust to the bustles of working for an international businessman."Well, hurry up, you've kept the boss waiting for far too long," Janet urged as she walked towards the double doors that separated the boss's office from hers.Ava followed behind, pulling on her itchy top.She didn't have
Ava stirred up, too afraid to move lest she shatter this beautiful dream she'd conjured up because she believed this all to be a dream.She had a bit too much at the blue diamond and conjured the whole thing up.The heat radiating from the taunt body pressed against hers was enough to convince her it was all real. Conan's legs were tucked up under hers, his arms under her head supporting her neck with her head tucked under his chin, snuggling up against his solid warmth.Conan's hands fastened around her waist unconsciously, his grip tightened, and Ava's eyes shot open in panic as she stared at him.In place of the domineering man was a shaking, quivering mess. His eyes were shut tightly as he let out a laboured breath, a thin layer of sweat dripping down from his brows.His breathing picked up as he pulled her closer to himself.He was starting to hurt her, Ava pushed at his chest to snap him out of it. She was finding it difficult to breathe.Ava's hands connected to his cheek in
Conan pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, slowly pushing it open. He waited for Ava to walk in before going in behind her and making a show of demonstrating the lock. It was locked, but she could easily open it up. He was giving her the option to leave once more. She was in control, and she could end it all anytime she wanted. But Ava didn't want this to end. The smell of wood and vanilla assaulted her senses. It smelt like the overly expensive candles that Elaina kept gifting her even when she had no use for them. Ava's eyes trailed the room. Besides the dimmed lighting and a few other aspects, this space was very different from the ones Camille had shown her in her earlier tour of The Blue Diamond. This one was smaller and more intimate. Ava's eyes fell on the room's furnishings and accessories. The largest item in the space was the four-poster bed, which stood proudly against the back wall. Its frame was intricately carved, echoing the design of the rich cri