Hi Wylders đ„°
So thereâs a small issue with Chapter 108. I was having network issues when I published that chapter, and as a result it posted twice, but different versions of the same draft. Itâs all the same, but Iâm sorry for the inconvenience â€ïž - RachelleAva ~~~ There are many ways to tell a girl her father was possibly murdered by her ex. This was not one of those ways. I shake my head, eyes darting around the room to ignore the sinking feeling that has me in its grasp. âNoâŠno⊠that doesnât -â âShit.â Nicco curses, âI shouldnât have said it like that but I mean, think it through, Ava.â âNo, my father left me!â I snap at him, the noose around my neck tightening. âNo, Ava. My father left me 6 times and this pattern youâre describing? Not the way abusive dads leave.â He drawls it out, like what heâs saying doesnât shake my entire worldview; everything I know and everything I am. My anger bubbles, and the only person I can think about directing it at is him. What right did he have to call me here, to involve himself in my familyâs shit? âFuck you.â I spit before hastily grabbing my phone. I stand quickly, rushing for the door. But Nicco is just as fast, and I feel him yank me from behind, pulling me till I crash
Ava ~~~ To Niccoâs credit, he doesnât take me to the middle of nowhere like I expected. The limo pulls up in a nice area of the city, one with large boulevards and blaring sunlight that makes it look like weâre in a Disney movie. Itâs cute. Itâs also not where I expected someone like him would live. When I walk up to the front door and knock, I half expect Cinderella to come twirling out of the house with a smile and some tea cakes. Instead, it creaks open just a crack, and unfamiliar faded brown eyes stare at me delightedly. âCan I help you?â The little old lady croaks. I freeze, not sure what to say. Iâm not exactly the person you call to deal with elders, not with a knife in my pocket or the history I have. Right as Iâm about to apologise and tell her this must be the wrong house, Niccoâs harassed voice calls from inside. âMum, I told you to stay by the window and not open the door!â He sounds as frustrated as his rushing footsteps, likely hurrying to sav
Leonel ~~~ I really canât catch a fucking break can I? Even as I zoom past mounting traffic at record speed, I know Iâm 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. âHey man, are you seeing this shit right now?â Oliverâs voice blares, but thereâs a breathiness to it that nearly makes me crash my car. âDid you just have sex?!â âTwice, and let me just say, your guest room is exquisite for making love.â I hear Evelyn in the background, I think telling him to shut up. I donât 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. âJust do what you do. Fix this.â âAlready on it boss.â 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 ~~~ âThere is no way your favourite colour is yellow,â I say, scrunching my nose at Leonel. He chuckles, taking another sip of his black coffee, âI donât know what to tell you, Mi Valineta. You expect it to be something dark and dangerous but itâs really just yellow.â I resist the urge to laugh loudly, even though weâre 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 otherâs company. They donât 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 nightâs sexual rendezvous, Iâm not sure we will ever be clean again, but you get the idea. âForgive 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.â 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.Itâs Avaâs scent, the one I've been starved of for the last 2 weeks. I breathe her in like sheâs 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.âLeonel.â She gasps out. I canât help but feel pride when she breathes my name out that way. I bet sheâs never called Nicco that way.âOpen,â I command the door, and as if iâm 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 iâm 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