17. Pessimist

Ava pulled back rather abruptly as she stumbled out of his hold and he let her. He didn't want to hold her in the first place.

Aiden wasn't a giver, he was a taker through and through. The women he had slept with knew this very well. He only takes and f*cking loathe to give. He was this way and women still worshipped him.

It was a f*cking chore to give her gentle kisses and make her feel special but it was important. He must take her high before shoving her off the edge and after that, she would keep falling with no bottom awaiting her. That would be her life.

He was f*cking bored with her. He barely kissed her neck and she was resembling a tomato and stumbling on her shaking legs.

He suppressed the roll of his eyes and got up. "I'll answer," He turned to walk to the main door but Ava stopped him with her hand on his arm.

"Wait. It could be Mrs. Smith, my neighbor, I'll answer," He watched as she padded to the door and pulled it open.

A squeal was heard before a fluff of bl