Ava`s POV
A whole week had now passed of me holed up in my room. Crying my heart out and suffering heartbreak. My emotions were all over the place. One minute I would be cursing Damien out for breaking my heart. The next I would be crying on my pillow all because I missed him.
“All this stress you are putting on yourself is not good for the baby Ava. Please my daughter let Susan come and take you out so that you get some fresh air.” I heard my mother`s voice plead from the door.And she was right. I had to stop being this mess.WHy should I when Damien had to be busy right now enjoying life with his new celebrity pregnant fiance. And forgetting all about me.“Tell Susan to come,” I spoke and went to take a bath.Still although I was trying to put up a front that I could be okay, inside I felt empty.As I removed my bathing robe and was trying to decide what to wear. I looked down and noticed that there was now a noticAva`s POVAfter landing, another Limo appeared with Aleksander`s burly muscled men following behind us the whole time. Instead of heading for Aleksander`s Mansion as I thought we were, my eyes widened as we headed into some unfamiliar rich celebrity neighbourhood instead. Men stood by the gate holding guns and as soon as they saw Aleksander they opened the gate while murmuring “Boss.” “Welcome to my humble home,” Aleksander spoke,“Humble home my ass,” I could not help but think while staring at the giant mansion. Unlike Damien`s home. Aleksander`s one was a typical Mafia King home. Men with guns everywhere and tight security.I stayed silent following behind him. “Did you acquire what I told you,” He then asked one of his men.“Yes we did boss. Very easily too. The package is a bit ruffled up but alive.” My eyes widened as I wondered what the hell they were talking about.
Ava`s POV As we landed I was stunned to see the familiar beachy sand. We were at the location where I asked Damien to become my boyfriend. The memories quickly flooded me of the fun and kisses we had shared here. I could not imagine the pain Damien was feeling, forcing himself to be here instead,I spotted him sitting by the exact spot while staring at the sea. With bottles of alcohol all around him. He looked rugged and stressed. I really had destroyed his spirit. I started walking over there slowly with my head hung low in shame.As I reached him, he seemed to not have noticed that I had arrived or was here. Lost in his own thoughts.“Aleksander go away, I want you and father to leave me alone in peace,” He instead shouted after a twig snapped as I stepped on it, gaining his attention. “I...I…” I could only stutter not knowing where to start. And as soon as he heard my voice he quickly turned to stare
"Too Sexy or not sexy?” Anxiety killed me as I stood in front of my squared dark brown mirror, staring at my reflection. The creamy curtains of my apartment bedroom window being wide open caused sunlight to trickle in and illuminate my reflection some more. My eyes could not help but trace my own features, light greenish eyes, small heart-shaped lips to my creamy pale skin. A small sigh escaped my lips at how plain looking I was, compared to all these beautiful stunning girls that graced the university which I was attending. They were all rich too, unlike poor ole me who came from a humble home of a single mother. The only reason I was even able to afford to come and study here was that I had worked hard to be top of my high school class and earned a scholarship. My gaze quickly moved to the little piece of paper sitting on my study desk. All those nights of sleeping late, not going out and making the university library my second home, had finally paid off.
It started with the purple heels thrown by the sofa, the trail of other clothes, his shirt…her familiar mini skirt…. her red thong…his jeans.With each step that I took following the trail, my heart had already started pounding in my chest. I was already expecting the worst but another part of me hoped this was just some crazy nightmare that I was stuck in and would wake up soon.“Ooooh Greg, go faster…” the nauseating familiar voice of a female yelled in pleasure as I neared the door, followed by the grunt of a male. I first stood there in shock. I felt frozen on the spot. I was unable to comprehend why Greg would do this to me. Or why SHE would do this to me. “Aaaaaah…I’m so close, keep fucking me Greg.” All those promises he had made me. How I was his one and only. How he loved me so much that he would even go to the moon for me. How I was the love of his life. It was all empt
Holding my weapon lamp, I got ready to swing as the door opened. Once it opened, I quickly swung, aiming to hit the head. But out of nowhere a strong hand came out and stopped me before I could. “I save a lady in distress, risking my life too and this is the thanks I get.” The deep manly voice uttered in annoyance. While the lamp was grabbed from my hands and thrown to the floor where it crashed to pieces. As I took a good look at my so-called savior, I could not help gulp a little. I had been expecting to see some grumpy old man not this…He was the most handsome man that I had ever gazed my eyes on. You know that kind of godly sexiness. One which is supposed to only be found in photoshopped images of sexy male models. Instead I was lucky, given the privilege to actually see it here for real, with my own eyes. That perfectly sculptured face, well combed black locks which I wanted to run my hands through to those really kissable lips.
Damien Payne, POVFor the past five years I have remained calibate. I stopped dating at the age of 20 when I had trusted and dated the wrong woman, who then broke my heart and showed her true colors. While I was in love with her, the bitch had only wanted my money. I was after all the eligible son to the father who owned a millionaire worth empire that I now inherited. And have turned into a billionaire one.Being naïve and in love, I had fallen for her antics and given her all I had. I would deposit millions of dollars into her account after she would come crying, telling me lies. Like her cousin is gravely sick and needs money. Some days it would be, my father owes someone money and they want to kill him. Gullible young me fell for all of it. When she was using the money for expensive trips and surgeries. One day I then had an argument with my brother as he accused her of being a gold digger. To solve it, we finally made a bet. I had to lie to the so-c
Ava`s POVAt first, I found myself kissing un-responding lips. Before I could kiss them again, those strong manly hands gently grabbed me to stop me. As he did that, I looked at the floor, feeling embarrassed. I should have known that he would not want to sleep with me. What the hell was I doing thinking that a man like him would want someone like me. Men preferred women like Jess not me. Just as I was about to turn around and leave while my pride was still intact, I felt a hand pulling me back and I slammed softly against that hard and manly chest. “I never said you could leave,” he growled into my ear, making me almost purr at the deep sultry sound. “but you stopped the kiss, and I thought maybe…” I responded shyly,“That’s because, first you shocked me by that bold move and secondly I wanted to first make sure that you really want this,” as he spoke, my attention was back again to those kissable
Used to waking up at 3am for the past 3 years to study and then sleep again, my body did not disappoint today, forcing me to wake up even after the tiring and exciting activity which I had just done. I could not help but stare with a satisfied smile at the man who had rocked my night. He looked so handsome with this messy sex hair look which he was sporting right now as we slept. The feel of his dick felt so good, as it was still inside of me. We had both fallen asleep in exhaustion after doing more rounds of sex. He had even made me totally forget about my ex. I was pretty sure that Greg would never have been able to give me some really good sex, as this man had done. My insecurities suddenly reared their heads as I started wondering if I should continue sleeping. To let him find me still in his bed once morning came. What if this was a one-night stand kind of thing? After all, men like him, rich and sexy had to have done a lot of those and did not do relati