Ava
Standing beside Mrs. Wright, I couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing dance of her knife as she chopped the vegetables with precision and ease. The smooth, fluid motions were a testament to her years of experience in the kitchen. I, on the other hand, was struggling to dice the onion, my eyes already stinging from the pungent fumes. As our eyes met, Mrs. Wright gave me a warm, gentle smile. I quickly looked away, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. The silence between us stretched, and my awkwardness grew with each passing moment. "You seem to be having trouble chopping the onion," she observed, her voice kind and non-judgmental. My eyes dropped to the onion, and I was surprised to see that I had only managed to chop a small portion of it. My eyes were already watering, and I felt a sense of relief at the prospect of finishing the task and escaping the awkwardness of the moment. I just stood there, feeling utterly useless. Mrs. Wright smiled kindly and said, "Don't worry, I'll assist you." She gently took the knife from my hand and began chopping the onion with effortless ease. I felt a twinge of embarrassment and apologized, "I'm sorry for not being helpful." Mrs. Wright's expression was warm and understanding. "Oh, no, it's fine. You can come to me when you need help with cooking, okay?" I nodded sheepishly, feeling a bit more at ease. "Is there anything else I can do to help?" I asked softly. "Oh, yes," she replied, nodding her head. "Why don't you take the kettle, fill it with water, and give it a good boil?" I nodded and set to work, trying to focus on the task at hand. As I worked, I heard her voice behind me, "I couldn't help but notice that you and Caspian seemed a bit off when you left back then. And when you two returned, there was a certain...tension between you. Is everything okay?" I pressed my lips together, feeling a surge of discomfort. I simply nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Mrs. Wright had persuaded me to spend the night, pointing out that it was getting late and that it would be more convenient for me to stay over and join them for dinner after my stomach decided to disgrace me by growling. I reluctantly agreed, and now as I stood in the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel out of place. Cooking was not my forte, and I knew I was a bad cook. But for now, I was stuck here, trying to pass through this unfamiliar territory. Before I knew it, the kitchen duties were done, and the food was ready. The aroma of steaming hot dishes filled the air, making my stomach growl again with anticipation. We carried the food to the dining room, where the rest of the family was waiting. As we sat down, Mr. Wright began complimenting the food, thanking his wife for being an exceptional cook, as always. Mrs. Wright beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling with happiness. As I watched them, a pang of nostalgia hit me. I remembered my father, who had passed away years ago. Seeing the Wrights' loving interaction made me feel a deep sense of longing. I wished my father was still alive, that I could experience the warmth of a complete, loving family. I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the present. I ate slowly, observing the family's dynamics, feeling like an outsider looking in. Caspian, seated beside me, reached for my hand under the table. I felt a jolt of surprise, but his touch was gentle, reassuring. I looked at him, and for a moment, our eyes locked. But I slowly withdrew my hand from his grasp, the touch lingering in my mind like a whispered promise. After we finished dinner, I thanked the Wrights for the delicious meal. Mrs. Wright smiled warmly and said, "You two will take the room upstairs. Have a lovely night." I felt a surge of discomfort at the prospect of sharing a room with Caspian. Why do we need to do that? I know we are engaged, which is fake anyway, but that doesn't mean we should share a room? Damn it! Just as I was about to express my concerns, Caspian seemed to read my mind. He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, and said, "Don't say anything. You don't want them to find anything between us suspicious." I sighed deeply, feeling frustration and helplessness. I nodded reluctantly, and Caspian led me upstairs to the bedroom. As we entered the room, I was dismayed to see that there was only one bed. Why not two? What? Some wealthy people do have two beds in a room. Caspian seemed to sense my unease and said, "I'll take the floor. You can take the bed." I didn't respond, feeling a mix of emotions as I sat down on the bed. Caspian's eyes searched mine before he approached. "Is everything okay? Is the bed that bad?" Were beds really that bad? I had no idea! I looked up at him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you hold my hand downstairs? Why did you do that while we were eating?" Caspian's eyes blinked slowly, and he gazed at me with an unreadable expression. He didn't respond. Instead, he stared at me like he was a motionless being. I asked again, my voice laced with curiosity and a hint of accusation. "Why did you hold my hand, Caspian?" The silence between us grew thicker, heavier, as he continued to stare at me, his eyes giving away nothing. What was wrong with him? He then looked away and laid a mattress on the floor while I bit my bottom lip... hard, watching him. Why was he trying to annoy me on purpose? "Why don't you lay with me on the bed?" I suddenly asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Perhaps, that would make him talk? Caspian's gaze snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. "We're going to get married, aren't we?" I continued, my heart racing with nervousness. "We'll have to pretend to be a loving couple, even if we're not. It won't hurt to practice, will it?" I said, trying to sound casual. Caspian's eyes locked onto mine, his expression still unreadable. Maybe, I should poke my hands in those obnoxious looking eyes. But instead, I gave him a smirk, patting the empty side of the huge bed, my eyes glinting with a challenge. Gosh! I felt a surge of emotions at his silence, a mix of anger and hurt and frustration, but I pushed them aside, telling myself I had to be strong. And then, I lay down on the floor beside him, facing him. "I guess we both end up on the floor, huh?" I said, trying to sound casual. Caspian's widened eyes gradually softened, and his voice dropped to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Ava, I'm warning you, you don't want to do this."AvaI felt a shiver run down my spine as Caspian's eyes seemed to burn with an inner intensity. His voice was low and husky, sending tremors through my body. I tried to maintain my casual tone, but my heart was racing so fast and hard that I could hear and feel it against my chest."What are you warning me against, Caspian?" I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel the tension between us building, like a spark waiting to ignite.Caspian's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in a tight line. "Don't play games with me, Ava," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'm not in the mood."I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I pushed it aside, trying to understand why the hell I was feeling like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes? Those beautiful gray-colored eyes.I bit my bottom lip, trying to process the mix of emotions swirling inside me. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way after all these years? I thought everything had changed so what was this forc
CaspianI gazed at Ava, concern etched on my face. She was staring blankly ahead, her eyes glassy and unresponsive. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her feet were tapping impatiently on the floor. I could sense her agitation, but I had no idea what was causing it."Ava, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my voice gentle.At first, she didn't respond. Then, in a low, husky tone, she muttered, "Call my brother."I frowned, taken aback by her request. "Ava, I'm here. You don't need to call your brother. Just tell me what's going on."But she wouldn't budge. "Call Marcel," she insisted, her voice rising. "Call him now."I sighed, trying to placate her. I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcel's number, but it went straight to voicemail.I turned to Ava, who was watching me with an anxious expression. "Your brother isn't picking up. Can you tell me what's going on?"She bit her bottom lip, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. I could see the tension radiating from her body, but I
Ava After Caspian's car disappeared from sight, I took my phone from my pocket and glared at it, angry that it was dead. If it hadn't been, I wouldn't have had to endure the embarrassment of Caspian buying me sanitary pads. I entered the house, still feeling a bit flustered. My mom was sitting on the couch, taking her medication. "Mom, are you okay?" I asked, concern etched on my face. "I'm fine, dear," she replied, smiling weakly. "Just taking my meds. Don't worry about me, Ava." I bit my lip and nodded, still feeling a bit worried. My mom's health had been a concern for me lately, and thank goodness that Caspian already promised to make things easier and better for her. I still can't wait to tell her the good news about her stopping work. At least, she would get some breathing space and focus more on her health. "By the way, you slept over somewhere last night?" my mom asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. I hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes. I stayed with Caspian at
CaspianI was stuck in a never-ending meeting, my evening slipping away from me. One meeting had led to another, and now I was running on empty - both physically and mentally. I hadn't even had a chance to grab a bite to eat.As I sat across from my colleague, trying to hash out the finer points of a business deal, my phone started ringing. I silenced it, handing it to Marcel, who was hovering discreetly in the background."Please check who it is, Marcel," I whispered, not wanting to disrupt the meeting. "I'm a bit busy right now."Marcel took the phone and checked the caller ID. "It's Ava," he whispered back, a slight frown on his face. "But don't worry, I don't think you guys need to talk."I guess he's still upset that his sister and I have no choice but to be together, considering how quickly he turned off my phone. It felt really awkward."Just keep your attention here," Marcel said, slipping the phone into his pocket.I nodded, my focus still on the meeting.Throughout the meeti
CaspianI turned to leave, but before I could take a step, Marcel's voice stopped me. "I'm coming with you, Caspian."But before Marcel could move, his mother's voice cut in, cold and firm. "You're not going anywhere, Marcel."Marcel's eyes locked on mine, a silent message passing between us. But his mother's grip on his arm tightened, holding him back. "You're staying right here, Marcel. Caspian will handle this because he caused this."I nodded, trying to reassure Marcel that I'd take care of things. But Marcel's eyes never left mine, a mix of concern and determination burning in them."Ava is my sister. I can't just–"Don't act stubborn, Marcel!" his mother snapped. "Caspian will go alone to find Ava, and if he doesn't, he'll have himself to blame. And I promise you, Caspian, if you don't bring my daughter back, I'll kill you myself."Marcel's face paled, and looking at him, I shook my head. "It's fine, Marcel. I'll go find her myself."Marcel's eyes narrowed, but he didn't back do
Ava"Ava, you're drunk," Caspian's voice rang out, triggering anger to surge through me."I'm not!" I snapped, taking a step back to stare at his face. "And you know that.""That's what you said last time," he said, shaking his head. "Let's just leave now."I let out a scoff, moving closer and placing my lips next to his ear. I could smell his masculine scent, a blend of leather and musk with a hint of aftershave."You know I never get bad when I'm sober, so do this now that I'm being bad," I whispered.My eyes traced his defined jawline, following the trail to his Adam's apple as it bobbed nervously. He turned to me, his glare intense, but I simply smirked in response."You're my best friend's sister..." Caspian's voice trailed off as I placed my finger against his lips."That's what you said that night, and you didn't stop until I couldn't even lift my legs anymore, so stop with the bullshit. I'm giving you consent...once again.""Ava..." His deep voice vibrated against my finger, w
AvaThe last thing I needed right now was for Marcel to show up. Why the hell was he coming over? Imagine calling someone, dropping a casual "I'm coming over," and then hanging up like it was no big deal."Why is he coming over?" I asked, anxiety rising as my eyes widened. "He doesn't know we're together right now, does he?""I have no idea," Caspian replied, hurriedly getting dressed. "Put on your clothes quickly!""Damn it!" I groaned, spotting my torn bra on the floor."What's wrong?" he asked."What am I supposed to do about this now?" I asked, holding up the damaged undergarment with a deep frown.Caspian sighed heavily and snatched it from my hand, tossing it aside. "Just...just get dressed, Ava. Please!"I jumped into action at his urgency, and as we finished getting dressed, the sound of the living room door opening echoed through the apartment."I think he's here, damn it," Caspian muttered under his breath. He grabbed my hand and began leading me away."Why didn't he knock?"
CaspianThe expression on Ava's face revealed a whirlwind of emotions I never thought I'd witness. Why did she look so betrayed, worried, and depressed? Wasn't this what she wanted, to end the charade and move on? I didn't want it to end because I stood to gain from the marriage, but right now, I was at a loss for words. I simply stared at her, my eyes narrowing as I studied her pained features."Answer me!" she barked suddenly, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "What are you two talking about? Ending the marriage? You didn't even talk to me first."Just as I was about to speak, Marcel pulled her to his side, away from me. "I'll explain when we get home," he said, his tone firm."Fuck no!" she yelled, shaking her head vehemently. "You both need to explain this bullshit to me right now.""Ava!" Marcel yelled, his voice sharp and reprimanding.My hands clenched into tight fists as I glared at him, anger coursing through me. Who was he to shout at her like that? I knew there was nothin
CaspianThen, I wrapped her leg around my waist, opening her back up. I rubbed her swollen, sensitive flesh before pushing back into her quivering hole.Ava whimpered, "No more... no more, please..." but I ignored her, pulling her leg higher to get deeper.Her inner walls clenched reflexively, desperately trying to adjust to my size. "Fuck, you're killing me..." she cried weakly, but her hips still moved against me, seeking more friction.I pinned her other leg down, holding her prisoner as I slowly ground into her swollen pussy. "So good that I can't stop now," I breathed.Her body convulsed as I filled her up completely, hitting depths she didn't know existed. She was so sensitive that every slow, deep thrust felt like a brutal pounding."Stop... please..." she begged, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation.But then, I felt bad and a surge of guilt. I pulled out gently, her pussy lips clinging to my cock.I looked down at her, her face flushed, hair dishevele
CaspianI immediately dived between her legs, spreading them wide and burying my face in her pussy. I licked and sucked like a man starved, my tongue curling and flicking in ways that made her scream. She grabbed my hair tightly, her legs shaking as I worshipped her pussy.I used my hands to hold her thighs firmly in place, not letting her squirm away from the intense pleasure. I sucked on her clit gently, then flicked it rapidly with my tongue.Ava's moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate as I alternated between soft kisses and aggressive licks.As I continued my relentless assault on her pussy, Ava started to lose control. Her filthy words spilled out between moans and gasps. "Fuck, Caspian... right there..." She pulled my hair harder, grinding against my face.I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her thighs quivering and her breathing erratic.She started talking dirtier, "Oh gawd yes... lick my clit, make me come on your face..."Her hips bucked against m
Caspian"Fuck, baby," I inhaled deeply, Ava's intimate scent filling my nostrils and making my head spin. The drug was still coursing through my veins, intensifying every sensation.I began to stroke myself slowly, the soft lace of her panties rubbing against my cheek as I sniffed and tasted them."Mmm, Ava..." I groaned.Pre-cum already beaded at my tip as I imagined her in the shower, wet and naked. The scent of her panties drove me wild, making me stroke faster.I pressed them against my face harder, wishing they were her warmth wrapped around me instead."Fuck, these panties... are really going to... make me cum," my voice cracked.Panting heavily now, I tightened my grip, pumping my thick shaft with desperate urgency. The scent of Ava mixed with my own musk overwhelmed my senses. I moaned loudly, fantasizing about her pussy instead of the lace."Shit, Ava... gonna cum..."With the drug coursing through my veins, it actually prolonged my pleasure to agonizing lengths. I grunted in
CaspianI scanned the crowded room, my gaze drifting over the sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces. The charity gala was a blur of monotony, the endless chatter and clinking glasses a cacophony that threatened to consume me whole. I reached for the wine glass on my table, the cool liquid slipping down my throat as I downed it in one swift motion. The waiter, attentive as ever, refilled my glass without a word.My eyes searched for an even more familiar figure – Ava, my wife. Where could she be? I hadn't seen her in what felt like an eternity. A flicker of concern sparked within me, and I pulled out my phone to send her a message. "Where are you?" I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen.Moments later, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. Ava's reply was brief: "I'm sorry for not telling you, but I decided to leave. I was feeling quite unwell."My brow furrowed in concern as I quickly typed out a response. "Are you okay now? What happened?"Her response came swiftly. "I'm fine
CaspianAs we stepped outside, I couldn't help but steal glances at Ava. She was stunning, her beauty radiating like a warm light. I found myself wishing I could express the depth of my admiration, to tell her how captivating she looked, how her presence made me feel. But I suppressed the urge, masking my emotions behind a stoic facade. It's who I am – unfeeling and cold, or so I've been told.I opened the car door for Ava, gesturing for her to enter. As she slid into the seat, I made my way to the driver's side. "Flynn isn't driving us today?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.I replied, "Flynn is indisposed. He's taking a week's leave due to illness. I'll be driving us instead."Ava nodded, and I started the engine, focusing on the road ahead as we set off.**As I stepped into the luxurious hotel with Ava by my side, the warm glow of the golden chandeliers and the soft hum of conversation enveloped us. After checking in, we made our way to the information desk to gather de
AvaI sat on the bed, my hands holding onto the sheets tightly against my body, with my gaze locked on Caspian as he adjusted his clothes. The movement was smooth, almost practiced. He seemed so casual, but I could feel the tension lingering in the air between us. I didn’t know how to handle it.“Goodnight,” Caspian said, his voice steady, almost detached.I didn’t answer. Instead, I simply turned my face away, unable to look him in the eyes. He grabbed the door handle and left the room, closing the door behind me with a soft click that felt like it echoed in the silence.Once I noticed he was completely away from me, I exhaled sharply, running my hands through my hair in frustration. What had just happened? What had we just done? I wasn’t sure anymore. The confusion, the mix of anger and something else I couldn’t quite name—it was all too much.I didn’t want to think about it, but my thoughts refused to quiet. I pulled out my phone, the screen lighting up my face. Without hesitating,
CaspianI slammed her against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers with a feral hunger I couldn't control. "Fuck," I growled into her lips, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Her body melted into mine, and it only made me want her more. I couldn't get enough.My mouth devoured hers like a man starved. I bit her bottom lip hard, making her whimper. My tongue plunged deep, tasting every inch of her mouth. She met my aggression with her own, our tongues clashing like warriors. It was messy, passionate, and almost angry.My hands trembled as I pushed her dress up her thighs. My fingers hooked into her underwear, slowly tugging them down.She broke the kiss to pant, "Caspian," but I silenced her with another brutal kiss as I finally slid my hand between her thighs.I found her hot and wet, and a primal growl rumbled in my chest. My fingers teased her, circling her clit, dipping inside her. She bucked against my hand, moaning into my mouth. I swallowed each sound, deepening the kiss, m
AvaI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. I dropped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. My gaze fixed on the ceiling as I pulled the hair tie from my hair, running my fingers through the silky strands. Another heavy sigh escaped me, my face creased in frustration. I was so furious—so damn angry—that I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste my own blood.I couldn’t stop thinking back to an hour ago when I’d tried to leave any way I could, but Patrick refused to let me go. He pulled me close and kissed me. I pulled away quickly, my hand connecting with his face in a sharp slap."Are you crazy?" I shouted, still in disbelief. I scrambled away, hoping no one had seen us.If Caspian ever found out that Patrick and I not only held hands but kissed, I couldn't even imagine what he'd do. I knew he wasn’t my husband in the traditional sense, but I could still picture his reaction. I could feel it in my gut.Just as I was about to get up and change into something more comfort
CaspianI walked into the building, expecting a typical day at work. But as I made my way to my office, I was intercepted by Marcel. He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and amusement. I exchanged a look with him, but mine was on a colder scale."What are you doing here?" Marcel asked, his brow furrowed."I came to work, obviously," I replied, my tone harsh.Marcel's expression turned incredulous. "Remember, today is your day off. You're supposed to be at home, not here." He chuckled, shaking his head.But then it clicked! I suddenly remembered that today wasn't a workday. It was a public holiday. Shit! How did that escape my memory? No wonder everything looked empty, the roads were clear, and traffic was nonexistent. To be honest, I had noticed that Clara wasn't at her desk, and I was about to call her and tell her she was fired for not being at her post."But what about you?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"Marcel just rolled his eyes and said, "I have some things. I coul