MasukAvery's POV The next morning, I woke up in Joe's hospital room. I'd had little sleep. The ER is a noisy, bright place so sleep wasn't much of a pleasure. Joe stirs as soon as I begin to pack our bags. “Morning babe, woah, you look like shit!” I say, teasing him. “No thanks to you!” he groans. I laugh. He laughs. The events of last night are behind us. Fuck. As soon as I think of last night, Gideon returns to mind. Electric pulses through my veins. I can't stop thinking about his twitching ass, his pathetic pleas for more, the divine look on his face when he's brought to euphoric orgasm by asphyxiation. My body yearns for him. We still had to wait for Doctor Jeff's sign-off to leave the hospital but I am eager and ready. I can't spend another second locked in the same building as Gideon. Something will go wrong. Something will force me back to him. I can feel it deep inside me. This undeniable sense to be with him.“Um, what can I get you for breakfast!?” I ask Joe just to
Gideon’s POV “You should probably stop talking now,” I say to Martha, trying to walk past her. She blocks my path. “So, I’m right or are you denying it?” she asks, thrilled like she’d just solved a puzzle. What does she want from me? I blame myself for landing in this situation. My complete lack of control when it comes to Avery caused this. I have a feeling this won’t be the last. Avery’s got such a strong hold on me, it’s literally impossible for me to free myself. I walk around her to my office closet. She sniffs the air as I walk past her. “What is that? You smell like a septic tank.” she comments boldly. “I need to change. Please, leave,” I say as calmly as I could. I might sound calm, but I am losing it internally. My main concern is Avery and what would happen to me if Martha spread this news to my son. I would lose her. “Does your son know?” Martha asks. “What?” my brows furrow, feigning confusion. Martha is unmoved by my performance. She
Gideon's POV I lie on the floor, spent. My vision is blurred, stars sparking. My hearing is slightly impaired from the forceful rush of blood drumming in my ears. I feel every agonizing stroke of pain coursing through my body. Every kick, every word of degradation, every single pain she meted out to me. It's a warm spread of pleasure and pain. I can hear Avery on the phone whispering heatedly. “I just went out to get dinner. I'm on my way back!” I stir on the floor. The phone clinks, signalling the end of the call. She walks around me. “God, you drive me fucking nuts, you know that!?” She bends low to my level. “This is what you are gonna do. You're going to stay away from me because the second I leave here, I'll find Martha and tell her I didn't know about your attraction to me. I need to deflect the suspicion she has on me. So please, accept my terms to terminate our relationship. NO MORE GAMES. Don't even look at me when we are in the same room!” I can tell this would
Avery’s POV On his knees, he peers up at me desperately. His eyes are so wet, they make him look so pathetic. He is distractingly attractive when he’s pathetic like this. All on his knees with wet lashes, begging for a crumb of my attention. Heat travels down my neck. My nipples harden. Something dark and hungry is rumbling inside me. I know boundaries are being crossed right now but I can't stop myself from yearning for him: to hurt him, to see tears stream down his cheek, to feel the pull of his hair when its wrapped around my fingers. It's almost as if I want to show Joe how to sexually arouse a person with pain without making it seem weird. “Please, forgive me. I didn’t mean…” he’s saying. I hit him hard across the cheek. He didn’t see it coming. But just as soon as it dawns on him, his lips spreads with delicious smirk. I strike him again. Right cheek, left cheek. Each blow is harder than the last. My hands leaves imprints on his cheeks. Long, gorgeous red st
Gideon’s POVThis IS not a dream. It’s not some figure invading my daydreams. This is actually happening. She’s actually standing in the room.Martha’s actually standing there, staring at me with a look of pure horror on her face.Fuck.I scramble out of bed, embarrassed and humiliated. Shit, shit, shit, I mumble as I fall out of bed.My whole world has come crashing down. My worst nightmare has come true. I’ve been caught. Red-handed. With my pants down my legs!All because I couldn’t control myself in Avery’s house. Fuck!“What the fuck is going on here?” Martha screams!“It’s not what it looks like, I promise you,” I start to say but the words come out empty. There’s no conviction in my tone.It IS exactly what it looks like and she knows it.Martha takes a step closer. “Are you kidding me? Tell me, what does it look like? ‘Cause from my perspective, it looks like you were seriously masturbating on Avery’s bed!”Her voice drools with pure disgust, but for some reason, that didn’t b
Gideon's POV Avery's face pales, blood draining from her when she sees Martha approaching us. “Are you fucking kidding me? It hasn't even been a day. You haven't even agreed to end the contract and you've already moved on to her? Her?” She snaps through gritted teeth. “No, no..” I start to say but Martha rolls up to us, interrupting my speech. “Hey, Avery. Goodness, your neck, what happened!?” Martha's voice is full of concern. Avery's eyes are burning, now, with anger. “I'm fine. What are you doing here!?” Is that jealousy I detect in her voice? I feel equally flattered and confused. She is an Impossible woman to understand: she'd end things with me and then get jealous about other women around me? “I was just visiting a friend in the ER. I found this one instead,” Martha replies. We literally just met twenty minutes ago. “Oh. So, you guys are not going out?” Avery asks. Martha laughs. “Nah, your Father-in-law has a secret beau. Did you know that!?” A







