“I'm sorry for taking it behind your back, Eleanor,” Daine said with a remorseful expression. "I should have told you first." Eleanor shook her head, “No need to apologise, you were worried about my daughter, I sincerely appreciate that,” she smiled, “Though I felt uneasy when I found out about it but I knew you had a good reason, I was waiting for you to tell me yourself.” Daine smiled, reaching her eyes, “Thanks for trusting me.” They were sitting in a private VIP lounge of a restaurant. “Amy is my junior in high school and also a good friend of mine,” Daine introduced Amy, who was sitting opposite them. “My husband mustn't know that I'm still in touch with her, that's why we chose this place.” Eleanor raised a brow, “Why doesn't your husband want her around? Did something happen between them,” She got curious.“It's a long story. Let's save it for another day.” Daine decided to end that topic there, and Eleanor knew not to press further even though the curiosity was eating her
Norman was sitting in his office that was formerly Shawn's office. The memories of the previous night kept replaying in his head, and he wondered if Ava remembered any of it. “I really hope she doesn't remember, or else she'll come for me and accuse me of doing it on purpose.” He muttered. He remembered that she also didn't remember that it was him in Italy until he told her about it. Another part of him was hoping that she remembered everything that happened that night and last night also. Maybe if she remembers how intimate they were, he would see her in another light. “Who am I kidding?” He leaned back on his chair. He knows he was delusional, and Ava would never forgive him for everything that had happened. He was even the sole reason why she was getting drunk at the club in the first place. It was responsible for everything. His mind flashed back to the conversation between his mum and dad. “What was it all for?” He questioned himself. He remembered the pain in his mother
Ava walked through the front door of Wadsley mansion to meet her father's blazing eyes. “Care to explain the meaning of this behaviour, young lady?” He growled with fire in his eyes. Ava dropped her head to avoid eye contact with him. “I'm sorry for making you worried, I didn't mean to.” She apologized in a soft tone. Richard Wadsley moved closer to her, “Worried? That's the not the problem here, Ava,”She looked up in confusion. “How can you be so calm and irresponsible to get drunk at a club. Your sister is out there, and no one knows where she is, and you are getting wasted instead of doing everything possible to reach her. Do you not care at all?” Richard's voice was sharp and firm with rage seeping through it. Ava's eyes stung with tears, “I'm really sorry, dad. This is all my fault. I really care about Eva, and I'm trying my best to find her,” “By getting wasted at a club?” Richard cut her off with a judgemental tone. She dropped her head and let the tears pour out, “I'm
The morning sun filtered in through the curtains, settling on Ava's face. Ava groaned as she turned on the bed. She felt her head pounding from a splitting headache. “Oh fuck!” she muttered as she sat up, feeling slightly dizzy. She massaged her temples and forced her eyes to open completely. Then it dawned on her that she wasn't in her room. “Where am I?” She asked, knowing there was no one to answer. She looked around trying to remember how she got there, but the only thing she remembered was going straight from the office to the club and drinking alone. The loud ringing of her phone, brought her back to reality. She jerked, and turned around to look for it. It was placed with her bag on the night stand beside the bed, there was also a drink on the table and a white envelope beside it. She ignored the ringing of her phone and grabbed the white envelope, hoping it would give a good explanation of how she ended up here. There was a letter in the envelope and a sachet of pills.
“Shit! I shouldn't have done that,” Norman muttered as he pulled out of her entrance. He didn't use any protection, and he released inside her carelessly. Ava put her entire weight on him as she relaxed on his shoulder; they were both breathing heavily and trying to catch their breaths. Without dropping her, Norman walked into the bedroom and placed her on the bed gently, wore the hotel room robe around her body, and covered her body with the sheets. He watched her for a few seconds while fell asleep. She looked vulnerable and tired. This is his first time seeing Ava Wadsley like that. She always acted tough outside, but the alcohol always brought out a different side of her, while they were in Italy and this moment too. Norman stood up, walked into the bathroom, and took off all his clothes to shower. He opened the water and just stood under it, letting the water beat his head and back. He hated himself for what he just did; Ava deserved better, but he was an asshole who only
Norman pushed through the crowd and staggered a bit because of the alcohol taking effect in his system. He finally reached her and glared at those men, they looked intimidating. “Stay away from my Fiancee, you dicks,” he snapped. They looked at each other, stunned. They stepped back a bit , giving Norman access to her. “Ava!” He grabbed her by the shoulder, “What the hell are you doing here?” Ava looked at him with her drunk eyes. “Who the hell are you?” She hissed. The men grumbled beside him, Norman knew what would happen if they found out he was lying about Ava being his fiancee. He thought fast, “It's me Jay. Your finance, I've been looking for you everywhere,” he put on an act. Ava's face softened, “You are my fiance?” She staggered and almost fell, but he quickly cut her, trying hard to hold himself up too. “I have a fiance?” She smiled, touching his face, “We are getting married?”“Yes baby, let's get out of here,” he said, holding her and walking away without making