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Prologue: The Incident

Ava - 4 years ago ~~~ I smile into our frantic kiss as he deepens it, his tongue tracing the bottom of my lip like he’s begging for permission. I grant him his wish, allowing our tongues to intertwine as he lets out a deep groan. He’s not the best kisser, but I love him, and that’s enough to make my skin flush under his touch. I'm desperate to feel all of him, for him to take my virginity and push into my pulsing core. In the background, the TV blares annoyingly. It’s some news story about a billionaire named Leonel something, who owns a massive tech company, and is in the middle of a divorce. I feel sorry for him, I really do, but it’s hard to care when I’m grinding on the love of my life and I feel his cock writhe under me. I can't believe this is happening. He breaks the kiss, and even as I try and look him in the eye, he evades me, pulling off my shirt in one swift motion to expose the red lacy bra I bought just for him. It was expensive, probably the nicest thing I o

Chapter 1: The Buyer

Ava - 4 Years Later ~~~ “Up next, please put your hands together for Ava Allard!” I startle at the sound of my name and the polite applause that follows it. I didn’t expect I'd have to go on stage anytime soon, but I guess that’s part of the curse of having a last name that starts with the letter A. I walk up to the stage, and my head immediately begins to swim with how many people are present. Jesus Christ. There must be at least a hundred people sitting in this room, all of them pining over the different paintings from all the incredible painters around New York. And now it's my turn to face them. Fuck. I adjust my curly red hair with a steady hand as the smiling presenter hands me a microphone to address the crowd. Even in my 6-inch stilettos, I don’t reach the presenter’s neck. When I hesitate at the curtain, his smile twitches in agitation, and he pushes me out to face the crowd head-on. I was wrong before, there must be thousands of people here, not hundreds. M

Chapter 2: The Presenter

Ava ~~~I’ll pay you $100,000. Each.The words ring in my head as I make my way through the crowd, feeling weightless. I still can’t believe they were said for my work. I’ve never sold a single painting over a few hundred dollars, and even then, most of that money goes to my rent, the rest I spend on TV dinners that barely help me through the month. This was meant to be my big break, but I never thought it’d be this incredible.After the presenter collects his finder’s fee of 10% for each artwork, I’ll still be left with a whopping $270,000. I nearly drop my phone, staring at the calculator app like it’s going to save my life, and technically it is.That kind of money will change the trajectory of my life. Not only is it enough to get me out of that terrible apartment with a leaking roof and a horrible landlord who forces us to refer to her as The Madame, but I can finally afford to escape America entirely, and start my life somewhere the man from ”the incident” will never find me.

Chapter 3: The Slap

Ava~~~I back away on my hands and knees till I hit the wall, trying to steady my breathing as flashbacks of "the incident" threaten to take over.Mr Riggs backs away too, his breath becoming heavier as beads of sweat roll down his floppy cheeks.“This isn’t … I didn.’t…” He stutters pathetically, looking at me as if I’m going to help him. He turns back to the man, “Mr Sinclair, please.”Sinclair. I swear I know that name from somewhere, almost like he’s famous, but I can’t put my finger on who he is, and the tension in the room makes it harder to focus on him.Sinclair crosses the room in two strides, and before I can react, he twists Mr Riggs's hand to his back, his eyes off me entirely, now narrowed at the man I believe he wholeheartedly intends to kill.“You think it's funny to prey on weak girls?” My head snaps up at him as I hear him call me weak, and just like that, "the incident" leaves my head, replaced with a familiar but safe anger.“Even worse, you want to attack a woman

Chapter 4: The CEO

Ava ~~~ Silence Pin-drop silence. If I thought people were focusing on me before, the whole world was doing it now. To Mr Sinclair’s credit, he doesn’t move, almost as if he’s completely unfazed that I’ve touched him. But I’ve dealt with men who mask their emotions in the past, and there’s no denying the glimmer of rage in his eye. If I should be scared, I don’t feel it. Seeing him barely react only makes my itch to harm him grow. To my left, a lady who was carrying glasses of champagne around the room has now frozen. I take a glass off the tray and throw the drink in Mr Sinclair’s face, causing the audience to gasp. This shocks him a bit more, and he takes a graceful step back with his jaw clenched. Good. “Listen,” I say, “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, but you don’t phase me. If you think you can throw a few thousand dollars at me and then treat me however you want, you’re greatly mistaken. Why don’t you find some other poor helpless girl to fuc

Chapter 5: The Madame

Ava ~~~ Evelyn hurriedly stuffs my little box to its limit, clothes spilling out in a way that tells me the cheap suitcase isn’t going to be able to shut well when she’s done. “Leonel Sinclair?” She demands for the fifth time, “You slapped, splashed and kissed the Leonel Sinclair?” Even through my worry, I glance up from the cardboard box I was throwing my kitchen appliances into. “Splashed?” She waves it off, “it’s a word I use for throwing drinks in people’s faces.” “And you need this word regularly, why?” Evelyn huffs out, “Ava! That’s not the point. You assaulted a billionaire. No, scratch that. You assaulted the billionaire who makes other billionaire’s look like… like us!” “You mean pretty?” I joke innocently, even though I feel my hands shake from fear. “Broke!” She throws her hands up, “He makes them look broke cause he’s that damn rich.” I know she’s taking this seriously, and I want to as well, but my priorities right now are a little divided. First,

Chapter 6: The Fiancée

Ava ~~~ Like I would ever drop my knife. I come out of the room, my hand wrapped around the blade, ignoring her warning entirely. The Madame sits cross-legged on the couch, her large frame taking up most of the space. She’s staring at the blank tv even after I make my appearance. Even though she doesn’t look at me, that evil smile she’d used to warn me about the late payment of my rent sits on her face, ready to take a bite out of me. She switches on the television and for some odd reason flips to the news channel. “So,” she starts, “I heard a rumor about you.” My blood runs cold. How did she know I was already planning to leave? The only person who I told was Evelyn, and she would never snitch. Finally The Madame turns her soulless eyes towards me, “Actually I heard two, but let’s start with the one that directly affects my wallet.” In one swift motion she pulls a gun out of her pocket, and it takes everything in me not to scream. Guns take me back to The Incid

Chapter 7: The Invitation

Ava ~~~ “You can go little fool,” The Madame tells me, but I’m too stunned to move, much less feel grateful for evading death once again. “But remember,” she continues, “You have much bigger devils to worry about other than me from now on.” I stand a little taller, even though my heart is threatening to pound out of my chest. “You should watch the way you talk to me from now on,” I say unconvincingly. I’m not even sure what any of this means, and already leveraging my Sinclair status feels unnatural. “Should I?” She questions smugly, her wicked smile fixed firmly on her face. “I’ll take that into consideration when I see this disaster of a marriage play out.” The news story switches to something else, an interview with bestselling author Nicco Moretti on his latest book in his Owl Hunter series, but I can’t muster the emotion needed to feel happy about it. I rush out the door, hearing The Madame’s cruel laugh as I make my way back to Evelyn’s car. I don’t even look

Chapter 8: The Meeting

Ava ~~~ “You look so good it might make him forget you’re late.” Evie rationalizes as we stand outside the dark-tinted double doors. They’re so large that no matter how much we crane our necks up we don’t see the top. I glance down at my outfit; a body con dark blue dress accessorized with my butterfly necklace, black stilettos and my fiery hair looped into a bun at the base of my neck. By the time we pulled this outfit out of my limited selection of clothes, there was only enough time for Evie to dust blush on my cheeks and gloss my lips with dark red lipstick. It’s more makeup than I’ve done in years, partly because I can’t afford it, but mostly because, between fearing for my life and trying to hide the truth of my past, getting dolled up slips my mind. “I deserve to be late,” I tell her cooly. No more fucking around. No more letting people fuck around with me. If Mr Sinclair wants a wedding of all things then he must need it more than I do. Besides, it’s only 5:20, how

Chapter 9: The Deal

Ava ~~~ The moment Evelyn and Oliver are out of the room, the tension in the air thickens. I clench my legs together to stop the throbbing that is now torturing my pussy. It embarrasses me that I would ever crave arrogant Sinclair. He rounds the table, holding the remainder of the contract as he strides slowly towards me. “You think this is funny?” He begins, looking up at me finally. “Do you realise the position you’ve put me in?” I scoff. The most that will happen to Sinclair if I don’t go through with signing the contract is some messy tabloids about his character, a character that is already in question for many. The worst that could happen to me? Being found by one of the people who can ruin me the most. The unfairness of it makes me even angrier at him. “I’m sorry my world doesn’t revolve around you, Sinclair,” I say. “I know you’re used to getting everything you want, but I think you’ve forgotten that I have wants too.” He chuckles. A low, spiteful chuckle. “Of

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