All Chapters of Saving Ava: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ava's heart was still pounding as she stumbled through the unfamiliar streets of New York, clutching her bag tightly. Her mind was a whirlwind, the shocking images she had discovered in Carver's office replaying in her mind's eye over and over. She needed answers, and there was only one person she could think of who might provide them. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Arry's number.Arry answered on the third ring, her voice tinged with concern. "Ava? Is everything all right?""I need to see you," Ava blurted, tears welling in her eyes. "Can I come over?"Arry had been kind enough to take her in when she'd shown up at her door, disheveled and tearful.Arry settled into her favorite armchair, her eyes focused on Ava's distraught face. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated her kind and wise features as she patiently waited for Ava to speak.Ava's hands were shaking, and she clenched them tightly, trying to gather her thoughts. Finally, she began, her voice breaking with emotion."Arry

In the dimly lit intimacy of Carver's bedroom, the world was reduced to the space between Ava and him. She drew him toward the bed, her lips locked onto his, a kiss filled with the kind of fervor that bridged the chasm between fear and desire. Her fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt, quickly unfastening them, while her other hand shrugged off her coat, her eyes never wavering from his. All the while, their lips continued to explore, each kiss a step deeper into uncharted territory.Carver's heart pounded in his chest, and his mind a raging storm. For all his usual control, he was now in a place he had never been before. He could feel the pressure building, the acute awareness that this was a precipice from which there was no turning back. His thoughts raced with conflicting emotions. Desire tangled with anxiety, longing marred by the fear of failure.He knew he wanted Ava, more than he had ever wanted anything. But his past, the intricate web of his desires that had defined

The gentle morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the intertwined bodies of Carver and Ava. They lay wrapped in each other's arms, cocooned in a world that seemed to have shifted on its axis. There was a tranquility, a profound contentment that settled over them as they woke to the new day. A connection had been forged, one that transcended their previous roles and expectations, and they both sensed that something profound had altered between them.Stirring from the bed, they shared a tender smile, communicating volumes without words. The connection that had blossomed overnight felt like a revelation, a secret understanding that had dawned in the most intimate of moments. It had washed away uncertainties and fears, replacing them with a newfound trust and tenderness.Together they made their way to the bathroom, still wrapped in the aura of intimacy that had enveloped them. As they filled the tub, the scent of fragrant oils mingled with the rising steam, t

Ava's arrived at the top floor to a scene of intense discord. The large conference table at the center of the room was covered in papers, models, and samples, reflecting the size of the ongoing debate. Peyton's sharp words could be heard from the hallway, his voice raised in frustration over some unresolved issue. As Ava entered, she found Peyton and Carver engaged in a fervent discussion over the new high rise being built uptown. Their faces were tight with concern, their expressions serious. Carver's eyes were narrowed, and his brows furrowed as he leaned over a sheet displaying the costs associated with adding in new security systems in each unit. "What do you mean, 'cost overruns'? We have to make sure this system is flawless!" Peyton's voice was full of anger, his body rigid with tension. "We can't cut corners on security. People will pay for good security." Carver's face turned a shade paler as he mentioned the price of installing his particular system. "I know, Peyton, but w

The evening air hung heavy with tension as Carver unlocked the front door of their shared penthouse. The atmosphere inside their home mirrored that outside. Filled with an unspoken tension. Ava trailed behind him, her usual lively energy clearly muted. As Carver set the keys on the entryway table, he couldn't shake off the sensation that something was off.Dinner was supposed to be a fun casual affair. Peyton had joined them, enthusiastic about sampling Carver's culinary attempts. They sat down, a trinity at the dining table, their reflections mirrored in polished silverware and crystal glasses.Peyton attempted to lighten the mood with lively tales from the week, but even his animated recounting couldn’t cut through the thick air. Carver shot Ava another side glance, catching how she poked around her food without any real interest.Finally, Ava spoke up, a slight tremor in her voice. "Something happened at work today," she said. "Lana sent me on an errand to the basement."Peyton’s e