Leonel ~~~ I really can’t catch a fucking break can I? Even as I zoom past mounting traffic at record speed, I know I’m not getting to that courthouse early enough to counter whatever the hell Madison is saying. With one hand on the wheel, I ring the only number I have on speed dial for shit like this. They pick up on the second ring. “Hey man, are you seeing this shit right now?” Oliver’s voice blares, but there’s a breathiness to it that nearly makes me crash my car. “Did you just have sex?!” “Twice, and let me just say, your guest room is exquisite for making love.” I hear Evelyn in the background, I think telling him to shut up. I don’t have the energy to deal with this now. I clutch my phone tighter, ignoring the man who flips me off because I nearly crash into him. “Just do what you do. Fix this.” “Already on it boss.” He says, and I cut the call, giving the road my undivided attention. I arrive in record time, but not record enough to catch most of Madison
Ava ~~~ “There is no way your favourite colour is yellow,” I say, scrunching my nose at Leonel. He chuckles, taking another sip of his black coffee, “I don’t know what to tell you, Mi Valineta. You expect it to be something dark and dangerous but it’s really just yellow.” I resist the urge to laugh loudly, even though we’re the only ones in the coffee shop, it still feels weird to be noisy. After our little moment last night, Leonel woke up this morning insisting we go out and just enjoy each other’s company. They don’t need him to testify any time soon, and with all the tension that brews unspoken between us: me running away and his murderous behaviour, a day out may be just what we need to cleanse one another. Well... after last night’s sexual rendezvous, I’m not sure we will ever be clean again, but you get the idea. “Forgive me if I find it hard to believe that the guy who hunches over a cup of black coffee, no sugar or cream, has a preference for yellow.” He arche
Ava ~~~ "Fuck me." I don't stutter when I ask him, and there's no whining, needy sound in my voice, because I know exactly what I want, and what I want is him. Leonel's eyes pop open, shock turning the grey lighter, and he makes a choking sound I've never heard from him before. "You were right." He mumbles, gently pushing me away, "Maybe we should talk first." I shake my head, frustration making me press my hips firmer against his cock. he groans, so hard I know that sex is what he wants, so why hesitate?I tighten my hands around him, "I wanted to talk about my escape, about Jaxon and Madison and Riley and all that shit, but I'm tired of that being all there is to us. I want you." He sucks in a breath, the hands he has on my hips so iron-clad I can no longer grind against him. "Ava, darling." He whispers, finally releasing my hips with one hand, but just so he can run his thumb along the outline of my cheek. I hate how helpless I am against the gentle action: Aggressive, sto
Leonel~~~The scent of strawberry hits me like a bomb, waking up all my senses.It’s Ava’s scent, the one I've been starved of for the last 2 weeks. I breathe her in like she’s oxygen, and she may as fucking well be with how alive every part of me is; heart, soul, my fucking rock hard cock. I graze her ear with hungry teeth, and she clenches her small palms, which rest around my neck.“Leonel.” She gasps out. I can’t help but feel pride when she breathes my name out that way. I bet she’s never called Nicco that way.“Open,” I command the door, and as if i’m the voice of God, it springs open, revealing my plain but efficient bedroom; queen-seized bed with clinically white bedsheets and pillows, a large desk in the corner for when i’m too lazy to go downstairs and get work done in my office, some lights over head and windows overlooking my property. I inwardly cringe at the bulky monitors I have on the desk, the ones I got to search for my Ava.I snuggle her closer, sniffing her red h
Ava ~~~ The drive home feels longer than it actually is. I have the awkward silence hanging between me and Leonel to thank for that. We don’t say a word to each other until we pull up to the familiar high gates of the Sinclair mansion, and even though I should feel safer being back here, my heart drops when we enter the building. “Finally.” Leonel murmurs, clearly more for himself than for me. Nicco, Evelyn and Oliver drive not far behind us. The mansion. Last time I was here was before the Soirée, before so many changes in my life: Before Jaxon Before Nicco Before Riley Before the beautiful asshole beside me told me he loved me Before I said it back. Now, when we move robotically into the building, it feels strange. I’m not used to the version of myself in the mansion. After the automated voice welcomes me inside, I stare at the familiar living room, somehow feeing empty without all the maids bustling around. It feels… different. I turn to Leonel and I sta
Ava ~~~ My dad. My dad? Adrian Allard, the asshole who abandoned me. What does this have to do with him? The crazed look in Jaxon’s eye tells me it might have everything to do with him. I don’t want to think about dad, so I shake it off, scurrying out of the room like an insect that was doused with pesticides. That was a bad idea, and now it has me running down the stairs. Nicco chases after me; but I don’t look back at him, I need more safety than him. Even as I get downstairs and plop back in my position, I know I need Leonel. He’d know what to do, what to say. Hell, he’d probably have all the information on The IronRoot Institute by now if I just blinked sadly at him. But I wouldn’t do that to him, not in his time of need, and not when he has a trial to prepare for. Especially not when I’m still mad at him over Riley.It’s so weird loving someone as complicated as him. How do I hate him? How do I love him without anger? I don’t know. All I know is that the IronRoot Ins