All Chapters of The Perfect Retribution : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Justin’s POV It was around 2 am when I was jolted awake by the sound of my ringing phone. With half-closed eyes, I tried to find it from the direction the sound was coming from with my free hand. My other hand which served as Ayva’s pillow felt numb and I couldn’t even complain about it because I’d do it every day. I was finally where I’d always wanted to be, and even though I could touch and see her sleeping peacefully right next to me, it still felt so surreal. I still found it hard to believe that what happened had really happened. It felt like a dream and I hoped that if it was, I never woke up from it. I found my phone and it was Jace calling. I’d at first wanted to ignore his call but when I realized that he probably hadn’t gone to sleep yet because of me, I decided to swipe answer to tell him that I wouldn’t be able to make it back home that day. Gently, I pulled my arm from under Ayva’s head, carefully placing a pillow under her head. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath

Ayva’s POVI was in the shower when I heard the bathroom door open. Quickly I put my face under the shower to rinse off the soap lather before opening my eyes. I drew back the shower curtains a bit to peep and just as I’d known, it was Justin that had walked in the bathroom. I was going to say something about how I wasn’t going to take a shower with him but then I saw that not only did he not seem like he wanted to take one (he had his briefs back on), but he also looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but then. “Is something wrong?” I asked, with my head poked out while my body remained shielded behind the curtain. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit insecure about my body. “Yeah, I— need to leave. My clothes, I can’t find them anywhere.” His eyes scanned the bathroom, searching for his clothes and I felt a dull pang in my chest. “Did something happen?” I asked again, I was worried. So worried that I didn’t realize that I’d just stepped out of the shower without covering my body.

Justin’s POV I returned to my car to see Emily trying to poke her head through the window. “I thought you said Ayva was waiting outside. Or was that just an excuse to leave quickly?” She eyed me suspiciously, pointing her index at me. “She left,” I murmured, tuning my fingers through my hair in frustration. Her eyes narrowed at me infinitesimally. She had this accusatory look in her eyes and I was forced to ask, “What?” “Why do I have a feeling that you’re the reason she left like that?” She asked, her eyes still holding that accusatory stare. I was going to tell her that I couldn’t be the reason why because I didn’t remember doing anything to offend her but I didn’t get the chance before Emily spoke again. “Why didn’t she come in with you? Why did she choose to wait here?” “She didn’t. I asked her to.” I frowned and I had a very good reason for that. One was the fact that I knew she hated hospitals and the other was my mom. Given the fact that the last time they crossed pat

Justin’s POV“What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if she’s still mad at me? What if she doesn’t wear the dress? What if she doesn’t like it?” I was a nervous wreck. I’d been standing outside Ayva’s apartment for over thirty minutes. I’d watch the time go from 6:30 to 7 pm and now, it was past 7 pm and I still couldn’t bring myself to walk up to her door. “Stop worrying so much,” Emily said to me on the phone. “Just go meet her, you’re late already. You don’t want her thinking you don’t keep to time.” If it were up to me, I never would have waited a day before seeing Ayva again. I’d wanted to call her the day before but Emily had been against it. She’d said “Give her time. Trust me when I say you’re the last person she wants to hear from right now.” Emily had instead made me divert all my energy into preparing for a date that I thought was too extravagant by the way. I mean what ever happened to sending her a bouquet and telling her I was sorry? Did I have to spend hours plann

Justin’s POVBy the time we landed at Santorini International Airport, Ayva was already fast asleep. She’d fallen asleep in her seat about seven hours ago and I’d had to move her to the room where she could comfortably sleep on the bed. I couldn’t fall asleep even though it was a fourteen-hour journey. I’d never been one who was comfortable enough in an airplane to close my eyes no matter how long the flight hours may be. “Ayva,” I tried to wake her, gently shaking her arm. She stirred awake, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She looked around, a disoriented expression on her face. “When did we arrive? Is this a hotel room?” She asked as she pulled herself to a sitting position. “No. We’re still in the jet.” I told her and she tried to get off the bed. I quickly caught her arm to hold her upright when she almost tripped on her feet.She pulled her hand out of my hold to walk around the room.“Oh my-, this is… it’s like a luxurious hotel in the air.” She marveled.As I wat