All Chapters of These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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.

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

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

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