Mag-log inAva’s povI stared at Chris Dylan’s message until the screen dimmed in my hand, three minutes had passed but I had not responded.“Are you going to answer him?” Ivan’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.I looked up from my phone and stared at him as he wore my body with the usual expression of impatience. His hair fell over his forehead, and he pushed it back with a gesture that still looked strange on my face.I had learned to tolerate many things since we switched bodies. “I’m thinking.”“You have been thinking for the last five minutes.”“Thank you for keeping track, would you like to set a timer for me?”He rolled my eyes. “Ava, don't turn this into a joke.”“I’m not joking.”“Then answer the question. Do you want to speak to him?”That was the problem, I did not know what I wanted. Chris had been a part of my life long before Ivan Cross appeared in it. He was my first love for a reason.“I don't know,” I admitted.Ivan leaned back in his chair. “Then you don't have to.”I gave
Ava's Pov"Tell me you're going to stop him." I stood in front of Ivan, staring at him while he looked at his phone without looking up. "Ivan.""I heard you.""Then why are you sitting there like someone just informed you that your favorite restaurant has run out of coffee?"He raised his head. "Because shouting at me won't change the situation.""I'm not shouting.""You've been overreacting for the past ten minutes.""Then perhaps you should have given me a better reason to stop."He dropped his phone on the table. "Sit down, Ava."I laughed but the ache in my heart did not subside. "Don't use my voice like that with me.""Fine, I'm trying to think.""Wonderful! While you think, your uncle is planning to destroy a project I've spent six months trying to establish."Ivan rubbed his forehead. "I understand the problem.""No, you understand the business problem. I'm talking about the families who are supposed to live there."He leaned back in his chair. "I'm telling you that I can't sto
Ava’s pov.My eyes rolled before I set them on Ivan. “Why did you hang up on her?”“I'm not interested in whatever she has to say.”“Even after she mentioned Victor?” He did not respond to me, so I continued. “You can't even deny how shook you are right now.”Ivan placed the phone on the counter and sat down. “I don't trust her.”I dropped the documents in my hand and sat close to him. “It's okay to feel that way, but you could have at least asked what she knows.”“Olivia won't tell the truth.”“Yeah,” I sighed. “Because she believes she's talking to her ex's woman and by the way, you're making me seem like a woman obsessed about her husband. Tone down on it, let me handle some things. It was only a harmless call.”He stared at me for a second before looking away. “After what happened the last time, you might end up asking for her lipgloss brand.”Trust this man to hold on to grudges for long, like that was almost a week ago.“Fair point, but what if she knows something that will be u
Ivan's povI used to believe that living with Ava Sinclair was a punishment designed for me by the heavens, but being in her body made things worse.Her foundation had enough moving parts to make my head spin, but somehow I held it all in together.I could not help but appreciate her efforts in running it, her constant complaints made more sense now.Appreciating her was not going to get us back into our own bodies. At the end of the day, I came back home with a headache.Ava was waiting at the dining table in comfortable clothes, my laptop open in front of her. Documents lay scattered around her, beside a notebook filled with handwriting that looked like mine.She glanced up. "You're late."“It's seven thirty." I said checking my watch."We had an agreement to talk about our day by seven,” she did not look pleased.I took off the low heels I had worn today. "We agreed to discuss our days every evening, not establish a binding appointment."“Nice heels,” Ava said with a smirk. "Do you
Ava's POV As soon as I got off the call, I grabbed the files that had caught my eye and handed them to the staff member at the desk. "Make a photocopy of these for me." She looked uneasy, but nodded. "Yes, sir." A few minutes later she was back. "Here you go." "Great." I held her gaze. "If anyone asks why I was here, come up with a believable excuse. Understood?" "I understand," she said, with a nervous smile. Within five minutes of leaving the finance department, I figured out the reason why Ivan looked intimidating. People were terrified of him. I had three folders tucked under my arm, a tablet in one hand, and the expression of someone about to fire an entire team, but on the inside, I was panicking. I couldn't stop thinking about Victor's signature, it was fixed in my mind. I had no idea whether the payments were legitimate, or whether I'd stumbled onto something far worse. All I knew was that I couldn't go around announcing suspicious transactions. So I did what I imagi
Ava's pov.I had discovered that there were two kinds of boredom, the first one was harmless. Maybe because it was all about lying in bed and watching Ivan work on my foundation issues.He had been unusually quiet after what I showed him last night, and I took it as his way of dealing with it.“I need to check out some things at the foundation in person, I'll be back as soon as I can.” He said as he slipped into the same flats he wore yesterday and picked up the car keys.“You know sooner or later, you'll have to give up those flats for heels,” I teased him. “Are you sure about driving?”“Yeah, I'm fine,” the brat said, ignoring my first concern.He walked out the door before I could say anything else, his fashion sense was improving although it was no where close to mine. I sighed as I turned to look around the empty house. The second kind of boredom was dangerous, it involved having nothing to do when something was clearly wrong. “Why is he so calm about this?” I asked myself. “If
“She just wanted to know if I was getting cold feet about the wedding.” I told him bluntly. “Ignore her.” “I already did.” I studied his face for a while and saw how worried he made my face look. “You'll go through a lot with the makeup and everything, do you think you can handle it?” “How
The first thing I did, once I stopped screaming was sit down on the floor.It was the only alternative I had now, because there was every possibility that I could faint and get a concussion.I sat on the cold marble of the master bedroom floor in Ivan Cross's body and stared at the wall and breathe
“I'm here.” Ivan called out in the darkness.I tried moving in the direction of his voice but just then, the backup generator kicked in and light flooded the penthouse again.Everything looked normal apart from the weird pounding in my head, and the slight pain my leg was feeling.“Great!” Ivan rub
Ava’s pov.“Absolutely not!” I slammed the champagne flute I was holding on the marble counter, the sound was hard enough to make the silence in the penthouse crack.My fiance Ivan Cross, did not even blink at that, which made me even angrier. He stood across the room staring at me, as his hands lo







