Ava The words rang in my ears as thunder which could not fade. I did not move, though. I did not even blink. I just continued gazing at my reflection in the mirror, the woman in the robe, the one with the stain of mascara on her cheeks and a heart that could not again be broken. This boy, this child, this secret i was already informed of. I saw the video, i recognized the boy's eyes, and I knew what it meant. The backstabbing was not new and the wound did not sting as new, it was just a reminder. Behind me I heard the voice of Killian. "I didn't tellher to come." I turned to him slowly, like to something that is already broken. "You sure? Cause the last thing i did was to trust that silence when i signed my name away." He was aggrieved and I did not mind. "I didn't want to lose you." He walked over, and said: "You lost me anyway.â "Don't say that." "Why not?" I laughed. âWhat are you afraid to hear the truth?" Just then something wild occurred. Wha
Ava I didnât flinch. Killian got up, when I made a sign. âSitâ and he did. My assistant changed position. I would have sent a text message but! thought this... could only be delivered in person." "I'm listening," i said. Her voice did not tremble but her lips did. âThis morning the board held an emergency meeting, they voted." I exhaled. "Who?" She looked up at me. "Grayson. They are giving you position to Grayson Hale." I uttered no scream, no gasp, not even a curse. The feeling in my heart, knocking against my ribs and the following words, so this was the plan. Those nights when I used to cry on the shoulders of Grayson and that lawyer. She used to call me brave so many times. Every time she gave me papers as if they were the means of survival and not the means of destruction. And now? The person that I had trusted with my company had been given my name on a silver platter. I replied, "You are not saying any thing." It was flat when I said,
Ava My robe left hanging about my chest as it was that two chapters before when Killian had wrung a moan out of me. My lips were still swollen even though it was not because of lipstick-it was him. But my heart? That was something else now, Something stiff. Then something was becoming glass inside me.... it was a video, what I was watching on my phone. One which should be kept a secret, by nobody, under no name, no warning. I clicked it and I was frozen like a corpse.. It was Killian, shirtless and smilling in a bedroom having the same gold trim curtains I had chosen out of a catalog one Tuesday night when he said he liked soft things. He was smiling but it was not at me but at her. I used to believe that the same woman was no more than a mistake. A one time deal, a possibility, or nothing.. But she was not a rumor any more, she was real and she was pregnant on the video, big belly, big grin. Fat belly with the explanation why I has made my mark on the divorce papers.an
AVA I froze. My robe was lying on the floor, Killian shirt barely hanging over one of my shoulders and his hand- God, his hand was still on my thigh. I gasped and Killian caught me doing it. He jerked his head up where he had been kissing the inside of my knee in a most sinner-like manner. His eyes were savage, copper-coloured in the dimness, keen with parental alarm. He gazed in my eyes, then at the door. Another creak, I hastened up in such a fury the world reeled, lust did not get my heart pounding this time though, from fear. The type of fear that set in in your stomach and then creeps up inside you like dangerous poison. "Did you invite anyone?" In a menacingly low voice Killian asked. I shook my head. âNo person comes here without an invitation..â He already started pulling his half-buttoned pants. I took the robe, and threw it around me, my fingers were shaking, the door creaked again then i heard a voice. "Open up, Ava. We need to talk." Killia
Ava His hand remained on the knot of the robe which she had just dropped and there i stood, naked not weak, as this was not the girl who used to beg. This woman was the one who got betrayed and lived through it. This was woman who drank her sorrow and sprayed it all over like perfume. He came to me with the movement as though something in him were crawling toward me. He was breathing faster, his eyes were darker and when he touched my waist i did not filinch. âYou should not be here" she said, and i could not move, she did not put her lips aside, he did not reply he only kissed me, and God,--I loathed that still I melted to it. It was not soft, not sweet, not worried or slow, It was fire in the mouth, teeth, tongue, bruising kind of kiss. His hands went down my back as though to get to know me again. Such as all of my skin that he used not to pay attention to before had to be adored. He leaned me against the wall and was kissing my neck until my toes were cur
I whispered it so loudly it frightened me, though, and I knew this time no one was in the room with me. Just me turning a light bulb in a corner, a stench of red wine in my tongue, and a couch on which I just got too cold to sit. I was yet in the gala dress, with the zippers down and wads. My makeup was smeared, and my phone was shaky in my hand as though it knew that it had done something wrong. Grayson was having sex with her in a bed which was not mine with my lawyer . It is the same woman who said I was courageous to walk away. The same woman who held my hand and told me âYou deserve peace, Ava.âThe woman whom I believed would be my ugliest end to life. They were smiling in the photo. Not that sort of smile folks show when they are tipsy. The nice clothes which they put on after they have won. She had on the silver necklace that I bought her as a gift on her birthday. A reward of appreciation .it appeared as a trophy and Grayson? His hand was on her hip. That was the h