AvaClara's apartment was a cozy haven, filled with the comforting aroma of home-cooked food and the soft hum of our favorite songs playing in the background. We had spent the afternoon laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying each other's company. Then, she invited me over to her place. To be honest, I wasn't even ready to go home yet.As we sat down to eat, I suddenly started coughing, my eyes watering. "Too much chili," I managed to say, and she quickly pushed a glass toward me. Without thinking, I took it and took a sip, hoping to soothe the itch in my throat.But as the liquid slid down, a familiar warmth spread through me. My throat felt scratchy, and I couldn't suppress the urge to cough. I set the glass down, trying to clear my throat discreetly."Are you okay, Ava?" Clara asked, her voice laced with concern.I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just a little tickle in my throat. Nothing to worry about."But the sensation lingered, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something w
AvaJoy froze for a split second, her hands lingering over my dresser drawer. Then, as if she hadn’t been caught, she quickly yanked her hand back and looked at me like nothing had happened."I— I was just... tidying up," she stammered, her eyes darting to the open drawer, then back at me. "You know, making sure everything's in order."I raised an eyebrow. The room was far from disorganized, and I had definitely not asked her to clean or go through my things. A slow heat began to crawl up my neck, partially from the alcohol in my system, partially from the irritation bubbling beneath the surface."Tidying up?" I repeated, my voice coming out a little sharper than I intended. "Joy, you were rummaging through my things."Her gaze flickered to the drawer again, and I noticed a faint red flush creeping up her neck. Something was off, and I wasn't sure what it was, but I wasn't about to let it slide. I took a deep breath, my chest feeling tighter than usual—probably the alcohol. I forced m
AvaOn the bed, the soft sheets caressing my skin, my hands slowly sliding down to my aching pussy. I bit my lip, spreading my legs wider as I began to touch myself. My fingers found my clit, already throbbing with need.I just couldn't hold it anymore despite fighting with myself.I circled my clit with increasing pressure, shuddering at the electric sensations coursing through me. My imagination ran wild, picturing Caspian's strong hands replacing my own. I plunged a finger deep inside, gasping at the sudden fullness."Fuck..." I breathed out, adding another finger to stretch myself.I began to move my fingers in and out, faster and deeper, mimicking the rhythm I craved from Caspian. Why the hell was I thinking about him?My hips bucked against my hand, seeking more friction. I could feel the wetness growing between my thighs, coating my fingers as I worked myself harder.I arched my back, my other hand reaching up to squeeze my breast. I pinched and rolled my nipple between my fing
83 CaspianFuck, the sight of Ava bouncing on my cock is enough to make me lose my mind. But now, it's time for me to take control. I grabbed her hips, feeling the soft flesh give way to my strong grip. With a grunt, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me.Damn, she looked fucking gorgeous pinned beneath me like this. My cock throbbed inside her tight wet heat. I can't believe this sexy goddess tried to wake me up like this this morning.I grind my hips against hers, reminding her who's really in charge here. "You think waking me up by bouncing on my dick means you're the one calling the shots?" I chuckled lowly, trailing kisses along her neck while still buried deep inside her.I started to move my hips, fucking her harder and faster than she was riding me. "Mmm, that's right. You wanted morning sex? Here it is."I thrusted deep inside her wet pussy repeatedly until she moaned loudly beneath me. Even her tits bounced with each thrust, and it drove me wild. I leaned down, capturin
CaspianThe water lapped softly against my skin as I leaned back against the cool curve of the bathtub, my arms resting lazily on the edges. Ava sat in front of me, her back against my chest, her legs tucked neatly between mine. The soft glow of the bathroom light made the moment feel even more surreal — like time itself had slowed down just for us.I tilted my head, squinting toward the small window above the tub. A faint darkness still cloaked the sky."Wait a minute," I muttered, narrowing my eyes. "It’s not even morning yet."Ava let out a soft laugh, the sound like a sweet ripple against the silence. "Yes, it isn’t," she replied with a teasing tone.I gave a small grunt, rubbing my hand over my face. "You thought it was morning, didn’t you?" she added, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice.I nodded, exhaling through my nose. "Yeah, I did," I admitted with a lazy smirk.Turning slightly so she could see me better, Ava shifted between my legs, the movement sending tiny ripples
Ava"WHAT!!" Caspian yelled, his voice shaking the walls.I flinched, clutching the bedsheet tighter. I had just told him everything — how I had almost been kidnapped... how the driver Clara had ordered had tried to hurt me.For a second, he didn’t move. He just stood there, frozen, stunned — a dangerous mix of emotions flashing across his face.His fists clenched, his jaw tightened, veins prominent along his arms and neck. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I knew... oh God, I knew he was about to explode.I quickly stood up and threw myself into his arms, wrapping him tightly in a hug before he could do anything reckless."I'm fine," I whispered, rubbing slow circles on his back, trying to soothe him. "I promise I'm fine."At first, he stood stiff and rigid against me, but then he pulled back just enough to look at me, his hands still gripping my arms. His eyes were wild, glassy with something between rage and helplessness."But I'm not!" he rasped, his voice cracking. "I
CaspianHearing Ava's excited scream through the phone made my chest tighten in a way I wasn't used to. Her happiness was so infectious that I found myself smiling—genuinely smiling—something I hardly ever did."Were you the one that did it?!" she kept yelling through the phone, her voice vibrating with pure joy.I leaned back against the car seat, letting her excitement pour through me. Damn. She sounded like a little kid who just got their dream toy. I loved it.I chuckled lowly and said, "We'll talk later about it at home, alright? I’ve got a lot to handle right now.""Okay!" she said brightly, still practically bouncing through the phone. I could hear it in her tone.I ended the call but stayed still for a moment, staring out the windshield.Last night had been... heavy. After Ava told me everything—about almost being kidnapped, assaulted—hell, I didn't even sleep. The moment she drifted off beside me, I got to work. Messaging private inspectors, contacting the police, doing every
CaspianI stared at Marcel, unable to fully grasp what he had just said. "But why?" The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. Why the hell would he ask her out? Why her? The thought made my chest tighten, a mix of confusion and anger clawing its way up my throat. I just didn't like her, that's why.Marcel, being the easy-going idiot he was, didn’t seem to care much about my sudden outburst. He shrugged, that damn carefree smirk still on his face. "What do you mean, ‘why?’ Can’t I ask someone out? I’m not some monk, Caspian."My jaw tightened, and I tried to rein in the storm building inside me. "Do you even like her?" I pressed, my voice cold and sharp, despite the storm inside. I couldn’t help it. The idea of him getting close to her, taking even a single step into her world—it twisted something deep inside me. He was my brother-in-law!Marcel paused for a beat, his expression softening for the first time since we started talking. "Yeah, I do. And honestly, I don't kno
AvaThat morning, I was seated at the dining table, eating my mother's homemade delicacies. The aroma of freshly baked bread and spiced stew filled the room, a comforting presence amidst the chaos of my thoughts. I was eating for two now, and my mother ensured I never missed a meal.The front door creaked open, and Marcel stepped in. He looked exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped, his usual confident stride replaced with a weary shuffle."Where are you coming from?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.He didn't respond immediately, instead sinking into the chair opposite me with a heavy sigh."Where's Mom?" he inquired, avoiding my gaze."She went to the grocery store to get some things," I replied. "But Marcel, where have you been?"He hesitated, then muttered, "I was at Caspian's place."My fork paused mid-air. "What? Why would you go there?"He rubbed his temples, clearly battling a headache. "I was drunk... I didn't even know how I got there."He looked up, eyes
CaspianThat morning, Dolly's incessant chatter delayed me more than I had anticipated. Her excitement about being back was endearing, but I was eager to escape the confines of our conversation and immerse myself in work.Upon arriving at the office, I dove into tasks. With Clara and Marcel gone, I'd hired a new personal assistant to help navigate the chaos. She was efficient, and her presence brought a semblance of normalcy.As evening approached, the familiar ache returned. Then, I decided to visit my usual bar. I had barely stepped into the bar when I saw him — Marcel. He was sitting alone at the counter, a glass in his hand, half-empty. My stomach clenched instantly. I hadn’t seen him since the day he broke my face in front of the entire company. A day I’ll never forget — and honestly, I deserved it.The moment our eyes locked, his jaw tensed. No smirk. No friendly stare. Just a cold, hollow stare that burned right through me.I turned to leave. I didn’t need this. I couldn’t
AvaI hadn’t slept all night.No matter how many times I closed my eyes or shifted positions, sleep just wouldn’t come. My mind wouldn’t stop racing—memories, thoughts, regrets, everything spiraling through my head like a storm I couldn’t quiet.So I just lay there, still as stone, eyes fixed on the ceiling, pretending to sleep in the darkness.Then I heard the soft creak of the door opening. Footsteps. Familiar. Careful. My mom.I didn’t move.She came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel her presence without opening my eyes. Her fingers brushed softly against my face, then ran through my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear. I almost broke then."I'm really sorry I never knew about what you were facing," she whispered, her voice tender and aching.I wanted to respond. God, I wanted to say something. But I couldn’t. I stayed still, kept my breathing slow, pretending to be asleep. I wasn’t ready to speak. I wasn’t ready to cry in front of her.Eventually, she stood up a
CaspianIt’s been fifteen days. Fifteen days since everything fell apart. Fifteen days since the divorce papers were signed, and since I found out about the child. Ava’s child. My child.I still don’t know how to feel about it. I still don’t know how to process it. I didn’t even know what to say when I found out. Part of me was relieved when her mother told me to stay away from Ava and the baby. But another part of me... another part felt like it was all a cruel joke. How did I get here? How did everything spiral so out of control so quickly?I can still hear her voice in my head. “I’m carrying your child, Caspian.” The words echoed in my brain like some kind of broken record, but nothing made sense.She was married to me... for a reason I can’t even understand now. It was all a game, wasn’t it? A lie I let myself believe. A lie I let her believe, too.But damn it, the baby... The baby was real.I hadn’t been eating. I hadn’t been sleeping. The only thing keeping me alive right now wa
AvaI sat up in bed, the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My eyes landed on the pregnancy test lying on the bedside table. I sighed deeply, my heart heavy with uncertainty.It had been two days since I last spoke to Caspian. Two days of unanswered calls, ignored messages, and sleepless nights. I even reached out to Marcel, hoping he might have seen him, but he hadn't. He mentioned calling Caspian two days ago, and since then, there had been no response.To make matters worse, Joy, our housekeeper, resigned two days ago as well. She didn't give a reason, just left. Everything felt like it was unraveling.I picked up the pregnancy test, turning it over in my hands. The result was clear, but my mind was clouded with doubt and fear. I needed to talk to Caspian, to tell him, to understand what was happening and hear what he has to say. The other part of me knew he would accept me, knowing fully well that the man loves me even if he never de
CaspianI sat back, my fingers gripping the armrest of the car seat as Clara’s words echoed in my mind. She wasn’t playing games anymore. There was something cold in her eyes, something almost… calculated. She had the power to ruin everything—my marriage, my business, my reputation, everything I had worked for. All with a few words.But it wasn’t just the threat of losing my empire that gnawed at me. No, it was her. Clara. The woman sitting across from me, with that self-satisfied smirk on her lips and that contract dangling in front of me like a noose. She wanted me to divorce my wife. My wife, the woman I love, the woman I had vowed to spend the rest of my life with.I couldn’t do it. I wouldn't.But the way Clara spoke, so sure of herself, it was almost as if she had already won."You’ll regret it," she had said earlier, the words haunting me now. "Divorce her, or I’ll expose everything. The world will know that your marriage is a lie."How had I ended up here? How had I let it go
CaspianI stumbled out of the station, my feet barely able to hold me up. Everything felt like it was spinning around me.Clara. Clara. Fucking Clara.The name rang over and over again in my head like a broken record. My heart hammered against my ribs as I made my way across the parking lot, barely seeing anything. I found Flynn still sitting inside the car, the engine quietly running, waiting patiently for me.Just as I reached the door, my phone started to ring in my pocket.I pulled it out with a trembling hand and froze when I saw the caller ID.Clara.Talk about the devil.But wait, why the hell is she calling me?For a second, I almost let it ring out. Almost.But something inside me—something cold, sharp, furious—made me swipe the green button. I lifted the phone to my ear."Clara," I said, my voice coming out low, rough, and deep enough to make the ground beneath me seem to vibrate.There was a soft little laugh from the other end of the line, airy and sweet."I heard they cau
CaspianAfter pressing a sweet kiss to Ava’s forehead and murmuring a soft goodbye, I forced myself to leave for work. As much as I wanted to stay with her, to watch over her every second, there were things I needed to handle. Now that the worst of the business crises had been handled, it was time to start tying up the other loose ends — the ones that kept me up at night.The day passed in a blur of meetings, contracts, and handshakes. But the whole time, a heavy weight pressed on my chest. The unfinished business from four months ago—the bastard who dared to touch what was mine.I was typing an email when my phone buzzed loudly on the desk. Glancing at the screen, I froze. It was Commissioner Harris.Finally.I snatched the phone up and answered without hesitation. "Any news?" I asked, voice clipped and low.There was a beat of static before the Commissioner’s voice came through. "Yes. We’ve finally gotten a tip after a month of silence. We have eyes on him now. He won’t escape thi
AvaBefore I could even recover from the shock of Caspian's kiss, I noticed movement from the side of the stage.Two tall men in sharp black suits — the kind you only see in high-profile events or cheesy romance movies — walked toward me, each carrying an enormous bouquet of red and white roses.The crowd gasped and laughed, the announcer chuckling into the microphone."For the best new poet... and obviously, someone’s very dedicated husband," she said with a wink, and the audience burst into applause again.My jaw dropped as the men stopped right in front of me, bowed slightly, and handed me the flowers. Nestled between the petals was a little card.From Caspian. Always.I turned to look at him, tears blurring my vision again. He just shrugged in that Caspian way — smug, infuriating, beautiful — as if to say, Of course I’d do this. You’re mine.The ceremony wrapped up in a blur. I barely remembered walking backstage, holding the trophy in one hand, the massive bouquet in the other. M