All Chapters of Lost in your Curves : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mike kept shouting to be let in, the receptionist, Samanta, who was scared, insisted that he should wait for authorization, those were the orders he had received, the security guards were busy trying to contain the press at the entrance of the company and the workers watched the whole scene, dismayed. How is it that all this has gotten out of control to such an extent?Alex took me by the arm, he was making our way through the people, I could swear that he was blowing smoke from his nose, he was furious.For a moment, Mike turned and watched us push through the crowd. His expression seemed to light up, as if the prey he had longed for had finally arrived. Without hesitation, he pointed at me in front of everyone."YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" he roared loudly."What...? What...?" I stammered, trembling, my voice a soft moan as I clutched Alex's jacket."YES! DON'T PLAY INNOCENT! ALL OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOUR FAT, FOOLISH, MANIPULATIVE WOMAN! YOU COULDN'T STAND THE FACT THAT I COULD

The next day, I went to work as usual. Although I could feel the stares and the murmurs behind me, I refused to let them affect me. I walked through the office with my head held high, full of dignity, as if nothing had happened.When it came to work with Alex, it was hard to concentrate and ignore him, but I did my best, despite all his advances.At the end of the day, as I was gathering my things, ready to go for a run since Alex had already left the office, he walked in with a smile full of mischief and an unsettling aura.I froze, nervous, standing by the desk as I watched the hunter approach me slowly."I think you came today with the intention of motivating me even more, didn’t you, Ava?" he murmured in his deep, seductive voice."Hey?""Yesterday, I told you that it was motivating when a woman made things difficult, right?" he clarified, his smile widening.Did he mean that by ignoring him, I was encouraging him to conquer me? No! That was exactly the opposite of what I wanted!

Ava relates:I was sitting across from a lawyer, listening intently as he read through the document, while Alex sat next to me.My grandfather had told me he wanted to discuss certain clauses, but no matter how much I insisted, there were several I couldn't change.In short, Alex Grand and I were getting married, and during our marriage, we would co-manage G&G, with 50% authority each, as Co-CEOs—or something like that.The grounds for divorce were the same as any other marriage: infidelity, voluntary abandonment, excesses, cruelty, and serious harm that would make living together impossible.What I couldn't make my grandfather change was the condition that I had to remain married for at least three years unless a divorce arose. Three years seemed like an abuse. It was far too long. And I also had to father an heir.Flashback:"A baby?!" I shouted in confusion."Yes, Ava. I want at least one great-grandchild from you," he said seriously."But how can you ask me for something like that

Ava relates:In general, I knew where those images came from, they were photos that I had sent myself to Mike, my ex-boyfriend.It's not that I had done it for pleasure or because I liked it, but he always suggested that we try things like that, to renew the relationship, to give it more spark, and I believed in him.It's not that they were very explicit photos, in fact I didn't show much either because it was embarrassing for me to send those images to my boyfriend, where all my images were clearly visible... Slices and imperfections.But that didn't make it any less humiliating.The noise echoed in the living room, as my photos were passing by, one after another. I looked around, in the dim darkness, and I could see my grandfather looking down, evidently embarrassed. I turned to the other side, I saw Alex focused on the show, very frowning, and a second later, he got up suddenly and walked away just towards the point from where the images were played.I got up behind him, I needed t

Ava relates:Ava relates:Although everything that had happened was ultimately good, I would never have wanted my photos to come to light. I hated seeing myself on billboards and screens everywhere, exposing even a little of my skin. I didn’t want anyone to see me—not like that, not ever.I was mortified.However, I had no choice. This was undoubtedly much better than being ridiculed, but becoming a model? I wasn’t cut out for something like that. I had to make that clear to Alex.From the moment my grandfather and I entered the company, everyone wanted to talk to me, greet me, and congratulate me. They all smiled and looked at me—not in the way I’d feared, but with genuine excitement over the success of the campaign. The atmosphere was euphoric.We headed up to my grandfather’s old office, which now holds two desks: one for Alex and one for me. I haven’t even touched my desk yet.Alex was waiting for us. The moment we stepped inside, he jumped up from his seat, moving toward us with