All Chapters of Not perfect lover: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ava’s POVI had no energy left to care. The messages were just words, after all, harmless when confined to the sterile confines of our online work platform. George’s snide remarks felt like the hum of an annoying mosquito—persistent but ignorable. His boldness existed only in the digital realm, where he felt safe behind his screen. Face-to-face, I knew he wouldn’t dare.And yet, despite my resolve to let it slide, I found myself dwelling on it. I was exhausted—not just physically but mentally. The constant undercurrents of competition, gossip, and petty rivalries in the office had drained me. Still, I pushed the thought aside. Tomorrow was another day, and I’d deal with it when it came.The next morning, I lingered in the tea room, hoping for a moment of quiet before the chaos of the day. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the chatter of coworkers, their conversations overlapping in a comforting white noise. That’s when George decided to strike.“Oh, Ava,” he said, sliding

Ava’s POVBy the time dinner rolled around, I found myself seated in a private buffet room arranged by Logan’s secretary. The space was as luxurious as one would expect—polished marble floors, elegant lighting, and an array of dishes that could rival a royal feast. My unease about my room assignment still lingered, but the cheerful banter of my colleagues was surprisingly infectious.The food was excellent, and for a moment, I let myself relax. Perhaps this trip wouldn’t be as daunting as I’d feared.As I reached for a glass of sparkling water, Jennifer slid into the seat next to me. She wasted no time starting a conversation.“George has been insufferable today,” she said, her voice low but laced with disdain. “Strutting around like a rooster, bragging about his supposed connections. Can you believe him?”I raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, sipping my drink. Jennifer wasn’t someone I had ever been close to, and her sudden friendliness made me wary.“Honestly,” she continued, rollin

Ava’s POVThe morning was crisp as I slid into Logan’s car, the soft hum of classical music filling the air. The interior smelled faintly of leather and something spicy—his cologne, I guessed. He greeted me with his usual composed smile, and for a moment, I almost forgot the gnawing unease that always seemed to accompany him.As he steered the car smoothly onto the main road, I noticed the glint of his watch under the sunlight. My breath caught as I recognized the design—Marc Chagall’s ethereal strokes etched into a luxury timepiece. Vacheron Constantin Chagall & L'Opera de Paris.“You’re wearing a Chagall watch?” I asked, unable to mask my surprise.He glanced at his wrist, a flicker of pride flashing in his expression. “A little indulgence,” he said lightly. “It felt fitting for today.”I let out a soft laugh, though the knot in my chest tightened. His world was a universe away from mine, each detail—a watch, a car, the perfectly pressed lines of his jacket—serving as a constant rem

Logan’s POVThe sound of heels clicking against the stone path drew my attention, and there she was, Cassie, rushing toward me with that ever-confident stride. Only this time, she misstepped.Her heel caught on the edge of the stone, and she stumbled forward, arms flailing. Instinctively, I reached out, but before she fell into me, Leo and Andrew appeared, steadying her on either side.“Careful there,” I said, my tone light but my grip tightening on her.Cassie laughed it off, waving a hand. “Just these damn heels. They’re treacherous.”I stepped back as she brushed herself off, not missing the flicker of irritation that crossed her face. Cassie hated looking anything less than perfect.We piled into the car shortly after. Andrew and I took the front seats while Cassie and Leo slid into the back. The partition between us was down, and I could hear their conversation clearly, as I always did.Cassie started immediately, her voice dripping with disdain. “You wouldn’t believe the people

Ava’s POVI followed Oliver at a careful distance, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird. The dimly lit corridors of the sprawling estate seemed endless, each turn more disorienting than the last. Zara was supposed to be here, but I couldn’t find her. Now, lost in this labyrinth of opulence, I regretted every impulsive decision that had led me here.Just as I was about to give up and retreat, a sound reached me. A faint melody—sensuous, slow, and haunting. It was coming from a room at the end of the hallway. Drawn by curiosity and an inexplicable pull, I approached, the door slightly ajar. Inside, the scene unfolded like something out of a forbidden dream.Zara.She stood in the center of the room, a vision in crimson silk that clung to her every curve. The dress—if you could call it that—was daring, with slits that ran up both sides, revealing long legs adorned with shimmering anklets. The fabric caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow, while delicate chains draped