ARTHUR'S POV.
I sat down quietly in the office, I still can't believe Ava and I finally had sex, every single detail, her soft moans, the smell of our sweats, our bodies against each other, the kisses, the thrusting…everything was on replay mode.
I ran my hand through my hair, a satisfied smile playing on my lips as I relived the moment, it was just what I needed to get my mind off it.
“Fuck,” I cussed, biting my lips, my eyes scanning through the room until it suddenly landed on Charles, who sat across me looking at me with a shocked look.
I cleared my throats, my face slowly flickering to seriousness as I darted my eyes nervously on the table looking for something to get busy with.
Fuck, how long has he been there? Shit, I completely forgot about him.
I picked up a paper, swallowing hard as I stole a glance at him. He was still looking at me.
He stood up walking closer to me. “What are you reading?” He asked, almost laughing.
“I'm busy, we have a lot to do,” I blurted out.
