All Chapters of Pucking The Forbidden : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ava's POV “We need to talk dad.” I said coldly and climbed the stairs to his study. I did not bother to look at his face as I walked past him. I pushed the door open and the familiar smell of books hit me and tea? Well, that's new. My dad would normally not drink tea. But now, since his health has been teetering on the edge, he must have been compelled to start taking it and I'm sure it has the hand of Helen in it. “What do you want Ava? It's been a long day for me and you know it.” He said immediately he walked on and closed the double doors behind him. Thankfully. I don't want Helen listening to how rude I might be in the next couple of minutes. “You know why I'm here dad. Don't let us pretend. Let us get straight to the point.” I rested on the side of his table and looked directly at him as he rounded the table and dropped his bag on it and he sat down. He looked a little tired, but still hyper too. Well, that's good. “In all honesty, I don't know. So, how about you enlighten

Ava's POV After that day, we did not talk again. I've not been able to shake off the feeling that he hates me now. I was damn sure of it. And I don't know if I would be able to continue my life like that. I couldn't reach out to him, even though I wanted to. Something told me that he had already blocked me. Another told to try it out and see if he actually did do it. There was something in his gaze the day we saw last that made me know that he was done. And I don't know how to explain myself. I don't know how to tell him that it was all my dad while I was the one who did the damage. How would that even make any sense? After two weeks of hell at work, I resigned. I don't know if interns actually resigned. But I've actually done more than enough to fill my log book up and when I went back to campus a couple of days back, my supervisor gave me my full mark which I was thankful for. That has to be the only good thing in my grey like right now. My heart hurts and I missed him so much.

Ethan's POV:Now, I'm rambling. Way to go Ethan. I'm suddenly nervous. I thought that he'd still be mad, when he actually smiled. That was when I saw that he was tall. Not really. But for an obvious bottom, even though I knew that not all bottoms are short, he should be around five nine. His hair was blond with streaks of golden brown in it which made his green eyes pop. What is going on right now? I was never interested in the features of guys before. If it was not Liam, I'm not exactly down. He sat down back and continued with his drink. “My name is Ollie.” He said from the side and I nodded. “I'm Ethan. Nice to meet you Ollie.” He did look like an Ollie. There was no handshake involved. And there was this comfortable silence around us which made me feel at ease. I was upstairs where the VIP people stayed. And the reasons that could make him be here was if he was an escort, which he was not dressed or looked like one, or maybe he worked here, that was out too. Or if he was a

Ava's POV The plan was to stay and drink till I could not take it anymore. Or maybe till I stopped thinking about a particular man that I can't get off my mind. But the thing was, the more I tried to get him off, the more thoughts of him continued to plague me. It was as though he did not want to leave me for the few hours I had to drown myself in the sorrow of losing him. Deep down in my mind, there was this consciousness that was staying that this, whatever we have going is ending and there is nothing I would be able to do to save it. That thought alone is enough to make me want to burst into tears. Somehow in the middle of me wallowing in my self pity, Lana had dragged me to the dance floor even though it was against my wish and I did not want to do it. And the both of us somehow got into the groove. My drunken ass moved her body however I thought I could. At one point, I felt someone come close to me and touch my body behind me. “You wanna dance?” I heard him talk to me

Ava's POV I felt him place me on a soft surface and I guessed it was either his coach or on his bed. I could not tell because everywhere smelled like him. I did not bother to open my eyes. AMainly because I was scared of the conversation we were supposed to have and also about the fact that it might be over soon and I would have to leave. I didn't want to. When he pulled away from me, it took everything in me not to actually pull him back and have him wrap his hands around me. I felt tired, and I felt like I would sleep before we could talk. I could hear his footsteps around the place so I cracked my eyes open a little bit. He was pulling off the shirt he had on which he threw on the head of one of the chairs and he walked towards the kitchen area. My stomach did this usual tingling thing that I couldn't not stop even if I wanted to. I clamped my thighs together and a wave of shame rolled. He would do the least of things and I was ready to throw my clothes for him. I closed my e