All Chapters of Saving Ava: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The office's atmosphere tensed as Carter's secretary's voice crackled through the speaker, announcing the detective's arrival. Sitting at his desk with an air of authority, Carver responded with a calm, commanding tone, "Send them up." Sitting at their newly arranged desks, Ava and Peyton exchanged glances that conveyed their unease. Carver's eyes darted between them, his voice cutting through the tension, "You two need to do better at hiding your discomfort here." Ava watched, almost mesmerized, as Carver transformed before her eyes. The man she knew, with all his internal battles and defenselessness, seamlessly morphed into the classic business mogul. His posture relaxed into a confident recline, his face adopting an expression of composed authority. His eyes, usually so expressive of his inner turmoil, now reflected a cool, calculating sharpness. Peyton, too, underwent a similar transformation. The lines of worry that had etched his face moments earlier smoothed into a front of

Ava and Carver returned to the apartment, where Peyton sat absorbed in his work on the couch. As Ava leaned in to kiss Peyton, she whispered something in his ear, her voice barely audible. Standing back up, she looked at Peyton with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, we need a few more hours... to sort some things out. You okay with that?" Peyton, catching on to Ava's tone, nodded with a knowing smile. "Of course, take your time." Leading Carver into the bedroom, Ava's demeanor shifted to something more assertive, intriguing Carver. She gestured towards him, "Strip and lay down. We need to work through this together." Carver hesitated, starting to voice his concerns, but Ava cut him off. "No, this is necessary, for both of us," she insisted. Reluctantly, Carver complied, sitting against the headboard. Ava, now dressed in Carver's undershirt, her bra and panties barely visible beneath, approached him with a playful yet stern look. Bending down, she kissed him fiercely biting

As they sat in the shower, the water streaming down around them, Ava looked at Carver, her expression a blend of concern and reflection. "I never expected the night to turn out like this," she confessed softly.Carver let out a bitter laugh, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. "Yeah, well, that happens when I try to control everything. If I had just let you take the lead like I said I would, we'd probably all be having a great time right now... But no, I had to try and exert control and look where it got me... Sitting here feeling like my ass is on fire."Ava couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up deep within her. She tried to compose herself, but the laughter kept breaking through. "I'm sorry, it's just... anal can be tough sometimes," she managed to say between chuckles.Carver's response was a mix of annoyance and disbelief. "This isn't funny, Ava."She finally regained some composure, a smile still on her lips. "I know, I know... I'm only laughing because I can relate

Sensing the need for a change in atmosphere, Ava suggested, "How about you two shower... together?" Peyton raised an eyebrow. "You're not joining us?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I already showered. This is for you two to... without me." Peyton looked at Carver, who shrugged and nodded in agreement. Carver was visibly tense in the shower, the water cascading over him, doing little to ease his discomfort. Trying to lighten the mood, Peyton began playfully drawing shapes in the soap suds on Carver's back as he washed. Carver broke down and finally let the thought bouncing around his head out. "How many people have you been with, really?" Peyton answered honestly, "Just a handful, of both genders." Peyton then realized that Carver's unease seemed to have escalated after he mentioned Joeline. He reached out, grasping Carver's arm to make him look at him. "Tell me what you're not saying," he urged. Carver exhaled a heavy sigh, his guard finally coming down. "Honestly? I'm jealou

The aftermath of Peyton's climax was evident on both of them. Peyton was quite relaxed, content to linger in the afterglow on the couch. Still, he noticed that Carver seemed to grow uneasy as the immediate rush of their climaxes began to fade. Sensing Carver's discomfort, Peyton suggested another shower. Ava followed them and sat on the floor near the shower door so she could hear them. The water washed over them, rinsing away the physical remnants of their encounter. Inside the shower, the conversation turned playful yet revealing. Carver, with a slight grimace, chuckled. "OK, I'm still sore from when you..." He trailed off, not finishing his sentence, then added, "Yet, you seem totally fine." Peyton chuckled, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. "Well, I know what I'm doing. You'll learn. Give it time." Carver looked at him, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in his eyes. "Seriously?" he asked. Peyton's laughter filled the shower. "OK, I heard this saying once, and it's so f