MY BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

Ava’s POV

I quickly picked up my phone, glanced around, and started moving.

I got to the hotel—not in my uniform—but in a red open-back dress. I looked beautiful in it. My hair was tied up in a ponytail, one of my favorite hairstyles.

As I arrived at the hotel, I texted Chris on W******p to let him know I had arrived, but he didn’t reply, so I called his phone. He picked up immediately but didn’t say anything. Just as I was about to speak, the soft moan of a woman’s voice sprang from the speaker. She kept pleading with him to go gently on her, saying his manhood was too big for her.

My head spun. I pulled the phone from my ear briefly and looked at the screen to make sure it wasn’t someone else’s number. I placed it back to my ear, and Chris’s voice came through, breaking like cracked signals from the speaker.

“Hi, my love. Stay right there. I’m coming to meet you shortly.”

The call ended. I was confused and speechless. Was this more proof that Chris was cheating on me? But who was that girl? Had Kia gotten here before me and slept with him?

I watched Chris hurry down the stairs.

“Hi baby,” he said, planting a kiss on my cheek.

My stiff body didn’t respond. He didn’t seem like someone who had just had sex—no woman’s smell or perfume, no lip gloss stain on his white shirt. He didn’t act suspiciously either.

Or did I not hear correctly? I asked myself again.

“Are you okay, Ava?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Chris, are you cheating on me?” I asked in a soft voice.

“Oh baby, come on! I thought we were over this? I already explained to you that I have nothing to do with Kia.”

“This isn’t about Kia anymore. I heard a lady moaning during sex with you here in this hotel room,” I barked, but he only laughed.

“Honey, that was the television,” he said, laughing again. I looked at the TV. An action movie was playing—it didn’t look like it had any sex scenes.

“Stop lying!” I yelled, and his expression turned serious.

“What do you mean, Ava?”

“I’m no kid, Chris. I know when a guy is cheating and when he’s not.”

He snapped his fingers in the air, and two men stormed in. My mind went blank. One was holding a saxophone, the other a bunch of red roses and a teddy bear. My eyes lit up when the man with the saxophone began playing and singing a happy birthday song for me. I turned 18 today, and I had only just remembered.

Then came Chris’s friends—Alex, the boy from the same class as Steve, who Chris said had helped him track the private number and discovered it was Liana. He was here with Harrison, Chris’s best friend from home—they live on the same street.

After the saxophonist finished, Harrison popped a confetti popper, and shiny bits flew everywhere. My anger dissolved like salt in water. I jumped and hugged Chris, even kissing him in front of everyone. I hadn’t known Chris could be this romantic. I had accused him wrongly of cheating and had been unnecessarily worried, even though it was clear that Chris loved me.

He collected the roses and teddy bear from the other guy and handed them to me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I was already in tears—tears of joy. I couldn’t wait to tell him I was sorry for everything I had put him through. I also couldn’t wait to tell Liana and show her my gifts.

I thought that was all, but then Chris pulled out a diamond necklace from his pocket. He opened its box and gently put it on me. I cried—I couldn’t contain the excitement in my heart. I had to let the tears fall to show how much joy I felt in that moment.

“My love, please don’t. I love you. Believe me, baby,” he pleaded, wiping my tears with his palm.

His friends got so emotional too.

“She loves you, man,” Alex said, as they popped champagne and everyone drank and celebrated.

Later, Chris and I lay on the bed, drunk and excited. We talked about a lot of things—his hobbies, the places he’d love to visit in the future, what he found attractive in me, and all that. His friends had left, and so had the other two guys.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Really? You find my eyes attractive?” I repeated what he said earlier when I asked what he liked about me.

“Why?” I asked again, a soft grin on my face.

“Your cat eyes are beautiful,” he complimented, earning a broad smile from me.

Chris wasn’t the only guy who admired my cat eyes. It was one of the beautiful things I inherited from my Chinese mom. Unfortunately, she and my dad had passed away, and my aunt adopted me. Even though she isn’t wealthy, I’m cool with her.

He leaned forward, lying on top of me, but without resting his full weight. He smiled, and I smiled back. The diamond necklace around my neck glittered like stars in the night sky. It must have cost a fortune, judging from the look.

Chris and I were just a breath apart.

“You know I can have you a million times a day. I can never get tired of your body.”

I smiled, my body shivering under the subtle pressure of his masculinity pressing against me. I couldn’t wait to grip him tightly and slide his manhood into my juicy pussy. I knew Chris loved spending quality time with me—and having quality sex too.

He spread my legs wide, and his tongue found its way between them. A soft moan escaped from my lungs as my body trembled under the pleasure of his head game. It was easier for him because my nightwear was a silk short gown with tiny straps that lifted the breast lace as it ran across my shoulders to my back.

He slid two fingers into my pussy, and I trembled.

“Oh Chris,” a soft cry escaped my throat.

“Fuck my pussy, I beg of you.”