Justin’s POV“Congratulations Mr. Mount, I heard that your wife is expecting another child.” Aiden’s obnoxious voice rang across the corridor. I’d been on my way to the accounting department, to discuss the increase of my employees' salary when Aiden popped out of nowhere and dropped a piece of information I did not need my employees to know. “Congratulations, sir.” My secretary, Samantha, and just like that, every employee on that floor followed suit. All congratulated me as if it was the determinant of whether they would be paid their wages at the end of the month or not. I threw Aiden a hardened look and he returned it with a smug smirk. He lowered his head in a mock greeting as he started to walk towards me. “I want to believe you’ll have some decency now and let Ayva be.” He whispered just before he walked past me. I turned around, glaring at his retreating back. I didn’t need him to turn around before knowing he had a scornful smile plastered on his face. It pissed me off to

Ayva’s POVHe blinked and looked down as if trying to hide his face from me. I scooted back, putting some distance between us so I could get a proper look at him. “Aiden,” I called, reminding him that a minute had passed and he’d yet to answer my question. He chuckled and wiped his face with his palms. “I didn’t realize that I was.” He tried to make light of the situation but I didn’t buy it. It hadn’t been a small teary moment that one could easily blame on an emotional moment, it had been a full-blown sob with snots and red eyes that’d definitely get swollen later. I gave him a look to make him know that I wasn’t buying his excuse and he chuckled nervously. His left hand unconsciously went to the back of his head to smoothen his hair down even though his hair was perfectly done. I recognized that as another habit of Zion, he usually did that whenever I caught him red-handed doing something he shouldn’t be doing. My brows furrowed even further. Do identical twins have the same ma

Justin’s POV“Is something the matter Mr. Mount?” Samantha whispered to me. She looked concerned and when I threw her a questioning look, she said, “Mr. Montoya has been asking you a question for the past thirty seconds and you haven’t responded yet.” I glanced at Mr. Montoya and then the rest of the businessmen in the room. They were all looking at me, weirdly. I cleared my throat and asked, “Um, what was the question again?” The truth is my mind wasn’t there. I didn’t like the tone Ayva had spoken to me with when I called earlier. I didn’t like that I’d tried her number multiple times after that and I kept getting told that she couldn’t be reached. Another thing that bothered me was the picture Miguel, the private investigator I hired to watch Aiden sent to me. It was a picture of him embracing Ayva. I remember how I’d squeezed my phone so hard that I almost crushed it when I saw the picture. And since then, I haven’t been able to concentrate on the meeting. If I’d gotten the pi

Ayva's POVA grin broke out on his face, he never expected me to do that. I never expected me to make the first move either. "Was that you trying to kiss me?" He had a permanent smile on his face and as beautiful as he looked with it on, I wanted to smack it away from his face 'cause I knew he was teasing me. "Shut up." I frowned, trying to hide the embarrassment I felt. He barked out a laugh, and I threw him a playful glare. "You're cute." He grinned, before pinching my cheek. "I'm not!" I exclaimed, horrified by the word he'd described me with a whatever happened to beautiful. Or pretty? "I'm in my thirties. And I'm older than you. You can't call me cute." "Yes, I can. You're tinier and you act like a woman in her twenties." "Well excuse me for acting immature. One minute I was twenty-four and the next I was told I was now thirty-something years old. How else am I supposed to process that age jump when at heart I still feel like I'm twenty four." I blurted before I could reali

Ayva’s POVHis skin felt hot against mine, burning me with a heat I never thought a man as cold as him was capable of."Ayva,"A chill raced down my spine. I could never get tired of hearing him call my name. I could never get tired of hearing him speak. His mouth claimed mine again in a hot searing kiss. Yes, it was exactly where I needed them to be. They had far more important things to do than talking. There were places, and things I needed them to be and do. Things that would leave me panting and pleading for more. "Please...""Soon."My hand grabbed him and rolled over until I was on top, straddling his waist. "What are you doing?" He demanded. "What do you think?" Pressing a heated kiss to the corner of his mouth.I kissed him again, passionately pouring all my heart and soul into him. Then, slowly, I let my lips wander down to his exposed chest, kissing every ridge of his muscles, trailing his perfectly sculpted body with just my lips. When my hands moved to the waistband o