Damn I've got the hots for my father in-law

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

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

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