Ava Marquez-Petrakis
True to Inigo’s words he did make it up to me. He was every inch a gentleman during our lunch date. The anger I had for me slowly diminished as he engaged me in conversation, made me laugh every chance he got and flirtatiously touch me wherever his hands can reach.
By the time we freshened up ourselves and we were ready to go to his mother’s lawyers, I was quivering with desire.
“Are you sure you want to go to work today?” he deviously whispered in my ear as his hand grazed the side of my breast. We were inside the elevator and there were people inside too.
I felt his hand slowly lower on my butt cheek, and he slowly inched my dress up. I felt the cold air on my legs, and my breathing hitched as he caressed my ass and my core from behin
Iñigo Petrakis"I can't believe you two had sex while we were being asked to evacuate the building." Calyx grumbled as he lead us out of the building.Ava snickered beside me and lifted her eyes to mine. The mischief in her depths were transparent that I couldn't help but chuckle beside her.Earlier, another wave of earthquake rumbled as we were consummating our marriage. If not for Calyx's incessant knocking, we wouldn't have thought of evacuating the area.Pulling Ava to my chest, I grinned at her disheveled state. She was wearing my white shirt and boxer shorts while I was wearing my wrinkled pants and jersey shirt. Our lips were bruised from kissing and hair haphazardly flying around.
Avery Marquez-PetrakisI had said something. I just couldn't figure out what. We were just talking about home when Iñigo froze in his seat like he was doused with ice cold water. I immediately asked him if I said something wrong but he shook his head no.All throughout the drive he was quiet and answered me with only yes and no. It was unusual of him to suddenly become quiet when he was just fine earlier. He even became more silent when we arrived home and was greeted by my sister Addie.I couldn't help but think if he did not like my home. Does he not approve of my home? I've worked really hard to build a home for Addie and me.The inheritance we received from our parents wasn't enough to last us a lifet
Ava-Marquez PetrakisThe Ice King was back.Peaking over my lashes, I surreptitiously glanced over the golden haired man seated at the head of the table. He looked regal and composed with his pin stripped navy blue suit. His eyes looked ethereal with the clothes he was wearing and he looked every bit of a debonair with his golden hair falling on his eyes. His His attention was firmly on the man presenting in front while the other members of his board were scanning the contents of the folder.He would occasionally nod his head as a sign of his approval while his lips would purse in a grim line when he disagrees with the presentation. He made occasional notes and give his opinion when he asked.He was ever
Ava Marquez- PetrakisIf she placed her hand one more time on Inigo's arm, I will bury my knife on her long perfectly manicured hand, chop it off and offer it for dinner on her father's plate.Who am I referring to?Well, its no other than Ms. Danica Silverio aka the swelling botox faced woman who dared flirt with my man right in front of me, and the spoiled daughter of Iñigo's possible investor, Mr. Danilo Silverio.Clutching the fork and knife on my hand, I gritted my teeth to keep the smile on my face even though I was itching to clutch and rip off her extensions. Iñigo briefly glanced way and knew the murderous take on my eyes. He coughed and slowly inched his body towards mine. H
Iñigo PetrakisIf I thought I already know all my wife's crazy plans, she proved me wrong. Each day she surprises me more and more, to the point I ask myself if I'll ever come home with her setting our house on fire due to her impulsive yet funny ideas.Chuckling to myself, I stared at my beautiful spitfire wife who was glowering on my lap. Her lips were drawn in an arrogant smirk, her emerald eyes flashing with fire and her stance ready to take on war. She was a magnificent sight as Danica flashed her with beams in her eyes."I cannot believe you let your wife vandalize your office, Iñigo." Danica contemtuously remarked, tilting her chin up and wrinkling her nose in disgust "A man like should have a regal and sophisticated wife who cares about your image
Iñigo PetrakisI should have known my mother and my wife would plan all of these. No one would be able to successfully pull this off without the help of my mother. Considering mother likes Ava, I can tell the two women in my life worked together to fulfill their grand scheme.Truthfully, I'm impressed. I thought one month of our cold treatment would be the end of our marriage but Ava surprised me once again with her audacious plan. Kidnapping me and tying me to her was an act only Ava Petrakis can do.Shaking my head, I schooled my features as we neared the palatial home I grew up in. Ava pressed her face on the window as she stared at the green fields of our hacienda. Vineyards, plants and horses grazed our land as we neared the quaint home in Hacienda de Avalo
Ava Marquez-PetrakisGasping in breathe, I collapsed on top of Iñigo's sweat covered chest. Despite the fact of visiting the gym everyday for the past 4 years, the intense marathon of sexual activities between Iñigo and I always leaves me breathless.Pulling me close to him, he placed a soft kiss on my temple and twirled a stray lock of hair on my ear. His breathing was also ragged and his chest rose up and down as his pounding heart hammered underneath my form. Taking the key from the bedside table, he quickly unlocked the cuffs on my hands as blood flowed on my limp arms.His hands softly massaged the sore muscles of my arms. I purred on his neck at the relaxing feeling of his hands on my sore muscles.
Inigo PetrakisI woke up at the crack of dawn. Slowly lifting myself from the bed, I placed a pillow on my side and tiptoed to the bathroom. It was 4 in the morning and I knew my men will be at the vineyard and the stables. It had been years since I worked in Hacienda de Avalon.I miss the smell of the earth, the horses and the fresh Spanish air. I can distinctly remember the taste of sweet grapes picked and fermented to become one of our best-selling wines. I used to take care of the horses and ride them as any professional would do. Horses and I understood each other. I wonder if my old Arabian stallion still recognizes me.Putting on some fresh working clothes, I slowly made my way out of the bathroom and walked to the sleeping figure of my wife, Ava. He