Novels by emmawrites466

Ava's PovI was halfway to my room, shivering, with my hair matted to my face. I was shivering but it was nothing compared to the way my body felt like it was suddenly on fire.I could not bring myself to stop thinking about my father-in-law….and sexually too.“Are you still sulking?” Claire asked when I was hallways down the staircase. She was tapping her manicured nails against her phone screen.And of course, the little boy was with her, with his curly hair, and chubby cheeks. He clung to her skirt while sucking on a lollipop, I wished I could hate him, but he did nothing wrong.I held the banister tighter. “You should be getting ready to leave.”Claire looked up from her phone and cocked her head to the side. “Yes, but I just wanted to check on my dear sister. Can't have the poor invalid locked away in this…” she took a disappointed look around the house. “Mausoleum.”I took the last few steps slowly,still shivering but I forced the words out. “Just leave. Don't you think you've d

Damian’s POV“You’re not sleeping either, are you?”It was almost seven am and Ava's voice startled me. After that pool incident, she'd gone back to bed.My dick did a little jerk when I looked up and saw her standing barefoot on the Persian rug like she belonged in my study.She was wearing another nightdress, a pink one that hugged her curvees. Her hair was up in a messy bun with a strand falling over her pale beautiful face.I set my glass down with more force than I intended. “Do you make a habit of sneaking into other people’s studies?”.She shifted from one foot to the other and tucked the stray strand behind her ear. “Do you make a habit of drinking alone before breakfast?”I almost smiled. Almost. I was doing everything I could not to look at her breasts. “Touché.”I leaned back in my chair, although I felt her body from last night, and her nipple, black at the edges, and pretty, just like she was. My mouth watered thinking about it.Damn, I thought about it.Ava standing here

Ava's Pov“…he might protect her too much,” I heard Clara whisper. “She’s still the first wife. Damian can’t keep her here forever..”They hadn’t gone home after dinner like I thought they would. Clara and Ethan had decided to spend the night at the Blackwell manor, right next door to my room, apparently.That was how I could hear every word. It was one am when I woke up to the sound of their voices.Silk sheets rustled around me, another reminder that I wasn’t home, and I wasn’t anywhere familiar. I pressed my ear against my wall, wondering if the happy couple we're having a fight.They were… “Clara, calm down. Damian doesn’t care about anyone but his company. She’ll stay. She won’t leave unless he decides.”Clara wasn't satisfied. “We can’t risk her getting in the way, and what about the divorce? You’ve waited long enough.”I closed my eyes and my hands folded into fists. Divorce.I bit my lip, trembling, and slowly pulled away from the door. I didn’t want to hear more. I didn’t wa

Damian's Pov“Yes baby…you're so sexy…” I had a woman straddling me when Ethan, my stepson barged in.Her perfume was strong, as she pressed her lips against my chest. I didn’t bother asking her to stop. She was just a distraction. That was all women had been for years, something to pass the time.“Damian…I need your help.” Ethan glanced at the woman at then made a face.I tilted my head lazily in his direction. “Do you mind? Or do you always barge into rooms like a child?”I sighed and then leaned back against the leather couch in my den. I was not particularly pleased to see my stepson who only sought me out whenever he needed help.He looked red in the face with his tie hanging loose around his neck. “It’s Ava. She woke up.”I didn’t even blink. “And?” My estate was quiet except for the faint hum of the pool filters outside and the heavy breathing of the woman on top of me. The woman on me giggled nervously and slid off, grabbing her dress from the floor. “She was in a coma for f

Ava's PovThat afternoon, I opened my eyes and thought I was dead.The ceiling about me was white and bright and the light stung my eyes. I opened my mouth and closed it, feeling too stiff to move.“Oh! Good God!” One of the nurses who was in the room yelled and dropped her clipboard and ran out shouting for the doctor.I croaked out the only thing that came to my mind. “Where’s my husband?”The nurse returned with a doctor and they were both grinning from ear to ear.“You’re awake,” the doctor said, checking my eyes with a small flashlight. “How do you feel?”“I ask you…” my throat was awfully dry, “—where is Ethan? Where's my husband?”The nurse exchanged a glance with the doctor before saying softly, “He came by sometimes. He's not around now, but you’ll see him soon.”“Sometimes? How long have I been lying here?”The doctor cleared his throat. “Five years.” I blinked, sure I had heard wrong. “Five… what?”“Five years, Ava. You’ve been in a coma since the accident.”I pressed my t