All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Avery’s POVHe kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the slam cut through the night like a gunshot.His mouth never left mine once, if anything his tongue dug deeper into my mouth, rough and hungry. My legs clamped around his waist, heels digging into his back. Every step of his pressed his hard cock against my center. I rocked against him chasing that thick pressure, that did something in me.He set me down in the middle of the room slowly, letting my feet find the floor but his hands were still locked on my waist, mine locked at the back of his neck. Our foreheads touched, our breathing ragged. His heartbeat slammed faster against mine.The room was dark except for the city light slipping through the curtains, painted gold stripes across his face. I saw the raw need in his eyes, his tight set of his jaw, and the way his chest heaved.He walked me back until my knees hit the bed.I dropped onto the bed and he followed, one knee sinking beside my hip, heat pouring off him. H

Avery’s POVThe station smelled like old coffee, dried sweat, and something sour never quite washed out. Wyatt held the door. The second we stepped inside, his hand settled on the small of my back, warm and steady. I didn't move away from it.That same hand had been on me last night, places where I needed him to be, inside me. The thought kept circling in my head, quiet but impossible to ignore.Morris was already waiting at the end of the hall. He shook Wyatt’s hand, nodded at me, and started walking. "He didn't fight when we brought him in last night," he said, walking towards a corridor. "He hasn't asked for a lawyer and hasn’t said much of anything." He pushed through a door and held it for us. "We searched his hotel room this morning."He glanced back at me. “You need to see this."The room was small and bare. Morris opened the file and spread out several printed pictures on the table in front of us. I looked at the first one and my stomach dropped.It was me standing outsid

Avery’s POVThree days had passed since the station.The list started in my head on the drive back home that night. By the second day it filled the back pages of my notebook. This morning I spread everything across my desk so I could see it clearly.Wyatt walked in without knocking. My assistant now let him in without asking questions since the day he kissed me at the team dinner. He set a coffee on the corner of my desk and stared at the open notebook before he looked at me.“Did you sleep at all?” he asked.“Help me with this,” I said, turning the notebook toward him.He pulled the chair closer and sat down. Three names already sat at the top of the first page. He added two more without me saying anything, his pen moving fast across the paper.We worked through the first layer together. Logistics staff. The vendor coordinator who saw my movements during Fashion Week. The assistant who handled my production calendar. People I trusted without ever thinking twice. I wrote every name d

Avery’s POV"The drape is too stiff here." I pressed two fingers against the fabric on the mannequin. "It needs to move when she does."The junior tailoring staff beside me leaned closer, studying the line. "We could reduce the interfacing at the hip. It’ll move better.""Do that." I stepped back and looked at the shoulder. "And drop the hem half an inch on the left side. It's sitting uneven."She wrote everything down. “You want to see it again on Monday?”"Before the end of the day,” I said.She nodded and went back to the table. I stayed there a moment longer, staring at the shoulder seam. Something still felt off. I made a quick note in my file and moved on to the next piece.It had been six days since the conversation with Elise.She sent a short, professional message the next morning. Nothing about our conversation. She showed up for the upcoming project meeting on Wednesday and worked like normal. We never mentioned what happened in my office. I watched her the whole time, loo

Wyatt’s POVI was already halfway to the parking lot when my phone lit up.Avery’s name flashed on the screen. I answered before the first ring finished. “Hey…”Nobody spoke at first. Just a faint background hum and an uneven breath that hit me wrong when I heard it.“Avery.”Then I heard her voice, low, barely there. “My office…”I was already running. Keys out, shoulder hitting the stairwell door. “I hear you,” I said. “I’m coming.”On her end, I heard a chair move against a polished floor then her breathing dropped. “Avery, stay with me,” I said into the phone. “Talk to me.”The line went dead.I stood for half a second. I wasn't thinking. I was just moving. I called Morris while I reached for my car. “Morris, send units to Monochrome.”I didn’t wait for an answer. I started the engine and pulled out fast.I'd been on my way to her anyway.She hadn't called all evening, which wasn't unusual. But something felt off since six. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the car without thin