MasukAva's POV
It's been two days since Maureen paid me a visit and I've been worried sick. I've been on edge expecting the arrogant young billionaire that claims he will take over custody of Leo from me to walk straight into this restaurant or ring my doorbell. Unfortunately, my best friend thinks it's an opportunity for me to marry a billionaire and make us both rich. I know it's possible and if it happens I'll make sure to do just that but I also know better than to keep my hopes up. I know the rich people's game pretty well; they walk into your life with zero respect and go straight to demanding what they want. When you disagree, they offer you money and if you still do not agree, you might face a lawsuit. I'm ready for all that but one thing is for sure; I'm not leaving Leo for any reason. “Ava, table two needs a menu” Christabel says to me as she moves to prepare an order for a customer. “On it.” I answer. Walking to the table in question, I put on my best smile. “Welcome to John's Diner, here is the menu.” I say in my practiced waitress voice. The man picks up the menu but the woman is a regular. “What's up, Ava?” Lily asks. “I'm good, you?” I ask her. “Great.” she answers smiling. “Your boyfriend?” I ask reciprocating her smile. “Ewwwww God no, she's not even my type” the man suddenly says, frowning. “Like you are my type, jerk.” she says, rolling her eyes. “You two would look good together though.” I tease. “Please, I beg you, do not curse me.” The man pleads. “Anyway he is my younger brother Andrew, Drew she's a friend Ava” she introduces us. “Nice meeting you Ava.” He extends his hand. “Likewise.” I say receiving the handshake. “Why have I not seen you around?” I am really interested. “I was in town for business and my sister basically dragged me here.” He explains. “She might have done that but she won't drag you here again, you'll do the dragging next time.” I say with a smile. “We'll see about that; I'll take a hamburger and a fresh orange juice.” Placing his order, he hands me the menu. “The usual?” I ask Lily after writing down Drew's order. “Of course.” She says, smiling. “Coming right up.” I state, going into the kitchen to get their orders. Moving quickly to serve them their orders, I trip and almost fall when Maya—my best friend —holds me. “ Why do you keep tripping?” She asks me. A smile lit my face up as I saw her. “I don't know, maybe I'm trying so hard to fall for you.” I answer. Taking a tray from me, she pushes me forward. “Oops, I'm sorry I don't do girls” she says and we both laugh. On getting to the table, she murmurs something that is impossible for me to hear. “Your order.” I state, dropping the food in front of each person. “Officer M.” Drew speaks casually to Maya. Oh I forgot to mention; she's a police officer. Cool right? “Mr. Andrew, what are you doing here?” she asks him. “You both know each other?” Lily asked, staring blatantly at both of them. “I was going to ask the same thing.” I say, still in shock. “Yeah We kind of do know each other.” Maya says as a bead of sweat basically forms on her forehead. “Are you just acquaintances or are you romantically involved with each other?” Lily asks, adding fuel to the fire. “Wait, are you nervous right now?” I ask, whispering, my eyes widening at the fact that my friend is actually nervous. She has always been the professional at handling guys between us. “I am frequently in Manhattan for business that I sort of live there so we usually see each other and Officer M has helped me address a misunderstanding.” Drew explains. Wow, bro seems not to notice that my best friend over here is actually crushing hard on him to the point of getting nervous. He is so not observant. “That can't be all I can tell there is something more.” Lily pushes looking intently at Maya. “He told you everything.”Maya says with a hiccup. Lily is about to say more when I gesture for her to be quiet and we both giggle as Drew returns to eating his burger and Maya walks behind the counter. The doorbell rings as Leo's teacher, who was my classmate in highschool drops him off. “Mama!” he jumps excitedly. “My baby, how was school today?” I ask taking his lunch box from his teacher and hold his hand in mine. “Great!” he says, smiling. “Thanks Gabby.”I say to his teacher and she nods. “It's no biggie.” she says as she waves Leo goodbye and walks out of the restaurant. “Was your day really that good baby, you're smiling from ear to ear.” Lily asks. Turning around, his smile widens. “Aunt Lily!” He runs to her, going in for a hug. “Is my son not back from school yet?” Maya asks, emerging from the kitchen. “Aunt Maya!!!” Okay, he's a little too excited to see her. It's understandable though it's been what? two weeks since they saw each other. “How was your day, my baby?” Maya asks, pinching his cheeks in a cute way. “Great!” He answers, raising a thumbs up. “Did anyone bully you?” she asks, her forehead squeezing in concern. “Mmm mmm” he answered, shaking his head from side to side. “Are you sure, you can tell me the truth, I promise not to arrest them” she tries convincing him. “No one can bully my son,Maya. I already taught him what I learnt in first grade.” I say walking up to them “What do you do when someone tries to bully you?” addressing Leo, I ask. “Walk close to them with my death glare, step on them and report them to my teacher.” he answers while demonstrating. A round of applause rings throughout the restaurant. Feeling proud, I give my baby a high five. “That's my boy.” I say, ruffling his hair and carrying him in my arms. Carrying him, I remember my sister and smile. She gave me such an irreplaceable and adorable gift only to leave us both behind in this world. Thinking about Eva reminds me of Leo's father who suddenly wants custody over his son. It seems as though he hasn't found us yet; that's the only reason I can come up with as to why he has not visited us. The doorbell rings, cutting through my thoughts as cold air fills the restaurant which is strange since summer still has a long way to go. Looking up, I lock eyes with black cold orbs which seem to pull me in and push me out, not allowing me to see how deep his thoughts go. Looking around me, I realize how every head is turned towards him. From the restaurant's manager to my other colleagues, to Lily, to Drew and even Maya. Only Leo and his father who has popped out from my thoughts like the devil he is; have their attention focused on me. “Isn't he dreamy?” Maya whispers Now I get it: she has lost her damn mind. Walking towards me in all his glory is a Greek god who is about to turn my world upside down. Looking at Leo who is still in my arms he says three words that makes my heartbeat stop. “That's my son."Ava’s POVThe morning light spills across the kitchen table, catching on the rim of my coffee cup. Maya’s already there, hair tied up, phone in one hand, spoon in the other, looking like she’s been waiting all night for me to wake up so she can pry.She doesn’t bother with hello.“So,” she says, voice syrupy and smug, “have we decided whether you’re marrying the billionaire or launching him into orbit?”I sink into the chair opposite her, wrapping my hands around the mug as if caffeine can make decisions for me. “Neither. I’m done giving him space in my head. I’ll do what needs to be done for Leo, sign what needs signing, and that’s it. No more getting angry, no more losing sleep, no more hoping he’ll suddenly become an actual person and grow a brain.”Maya leans forward, eyes narrowing with the kind of affection that always precedes an argument. “So, the plan is to marry the man without letting him touch your emotions? Babe, that’s not cold… that’s Olympic-level composure.”“I’
Ava’s POVThe morning after Damon’s mansion feels like a bad hangover. I keep replaying the sound of that high-pitched “Dami!” in my head until I want to throw something at the wall. Every time I picture the red hair, the bright smile, the kiss on his cheek, my brain whispers: You don’t care.And it’s right. I don’t.I shouldn't.Maya, however, refuses to let it die. She leans against the counter, phone in hand, eyes full of wicked amusement.“So,” she says, drawing out the word like taffy, “was she prettier than me?”I glare at her. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.”“I live for drama. Especially yours.” She grins. “You, Damon, and his Aussie mistress. Honestly, I should start charging admission.”I groan, rubbing my temples. “She’s not his mistress. She’s… whatever.”“Oh, that sounds convincing,” she says, pouring herself coffee. “Anyway, are you sure you don’t want to talk to him? He might be crying into his imported pillow by now.”“Yeah, I’m sure.”I turn back to the stove
Ava’s POVThe voice hits like a glass of cold water down my spine.“Dami!”For a moment, I think I imagined it. But then the sound comes again — higher, brighter, coated with a kind of warmth that doesn’t belong here. My head turns before I can stop it, eyes locking on the grand staircase where a woman stands, framed by light and the faintest scent of roses and jet lag.She’s beautiful in the kind of effortless way that makes you instinctively fix your posture — long red hair spilling over her shoulder, skin like porcelain, suitcase still in hand. Her smile is wide, familiar, and her heels click against the marble like she owns it.“Dami,” she repeats, practically singing it, and it’s like watching someone throw glitter on a crime scene.Damon’s expression shifts so fast I almost miss it. Surprise, then something careful — too careful. His jaw tightens for half a breath before he smooths it away and turns toward her with that practiced composure of his.“Amelia,” he says, voice low bu
Ava’s POVI don’t believe a word of his last message.I tried to pretend I hadn’t read it, but the sentence has been carved into my brain since last night:> Arrogant bitch: If I didn't know better, I'd think you're a virgin. It's not as bad as you make it look.Who even texts something like that? I stared at the screen until I wanted to throw the phone out the window. He thinks he’s clever… no, he knows he’s clever and that’s what drives me insane.Now the morning sun is spilling through our tiny kitchen window, and Maya’s grin is so smug I want to erase it with a spoon.“You’re checking your phone every five minutes,” she says. “Should I make popcorn, or are you going to admit you’re waiting for him?”“I’m not waiting for anyone,” I mutter, stirring coffee I don’t even want. “Some people actually work for a living.”“You work in a bar,” she says sweetly. “And right now, you’re stalling.”My jaw tightens. “Do you ever mind your own business?”“No,” she replies without hesitation. “Al
Ava’s POVThe door has barely clicked shut when Maya’s gasp slices through the silence.“What the actual hell was that?” she blurts, eyes still as wide as saucers. “Did he just… was that Damon Ashford talking about sex in our hallway?”I close my eyes, inhale, count to three. “Lower your voice.”“Oh, absolutely not.” She plants both hands on her hips. “I need context, Ava. Context and tea. Because what I heard…”“You heard wrong.” I stride past her toward the couch.“I heard ‘prove the marriage is real,’ and unless he’s talking about a blood test, I did not hear wrong!”“Maya.” I drop onto the sofa, pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s complicated.”“Then uncomplicate it.”“There’s nothing to explain.”Her brows shoot up. “So the billionaire you’re allegedly marrying didn’t just proposition you through legal paperwork?”I reach for the remote. “You’re being dramatic.”“Me? You’re the one starring in a soap opera!” She paces, muttering. “Physical authenticity… What does that even mean? D
Ava’s POV“Any problem?”His voice oozes calm authority, the kind of arrogance only Damon Ashford could weaponize.I spin around, folder clutched in my hand like I might throw it at him. “A problem?” My laugh is brittle. “You actually put this in writing. You are unbelievable.”He doesn’t move from where he stands by my dresser, sleeves rolled to his elbows, every inch the picture of composed superiority. “You’ll have to be specific. I put a lot in writing.”“Don’t be cute, Damon.” I flip the page and jab a finger at it. “ ‘Physical authenticity of the marital relationship’—that’s specific enough, isn’t it? You wrote sex into a contract.”He gives a small shrug, as though I’m the one being dramatic. “I call it clarity.”“Clarity?” I bark a laugh. “You call this clarity? You turned intimacy into a line item.”He straightens slightly, eyes cool, voice smooth as glass. “A marriage without intimacy isn’t believable, Ava. You said you wanted to do this properly—for Leo. Proper means convin







