All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 201 - Chapter 207

Avery’s POVWyatt carried me down the hall, his mouth not leaving mine. My legs stayed locked around his waist, ankles crossed at his lower back. Every step made his hard cock grind harder against my core through our clothes. I moaned into the kiss, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He kicked the bedroom door shut behind us and lowered me onto the bed, his body followed mine down.We hit the mattress and his weight pressed me into the sheets. His hands roamed my curves, sliding up my sides, cupping my ass, and gripping my thighs. I arched into him, grinding my hips up to meet his slow rolls. “Wyatt,” I gasped against his lips. “Don’t stop.”He didn’t. His tongue swept into my mouth, while his fingers worked on the buttons of my shirt one by one, they popped open. Cool air kissed my skin as he shoved the fabric off my shoulders. I tugged at his shirt in return, yanking it up and over his head. The moment his bare chest met mine, we both groaned. He broke the kiss to

Wyatt’s POVI woke up to darkness and the feeling that something was off.Avery was lying beside me but she wasn't sleeping. I could tell from her breathing, too even, as if she was wide awake and lost in her head. I turned and looked at her. She was staring at the nothing in the room, hands folded on her stomach."Baby?" I whispered.She turned toward me. "You're awake.""You're thinking."A small smile crossed her face. "Always."I reached for her hand under the blanket and laced my fingers through hers and she squeezed back. The room stayed quiet, just our breathing and the weight of whatever she needed to say.Then she let out a slow breath, "Wyatt, I need you to know something."I moved toward her, giving her my full attention."I love you," she said, her voice soft. "I need you to know that first." She paused, gripping my hand tighter. "But I'm still hurt."I stayed quiet and let her talk."I haven't forgotten that you knew," she continued, "My baby, my memories, my past, eve

Wyatt's POVI knew something was off the second I walked through the door. Avery sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her, wearing one of my shirts that hung loose on her frame. A sketchbook rested on her knee, but the pencil moved slowly and distracted across the page. She wasn’t lost in her work. She was miles away.I dropped my keys on the counter. Avery glanced up briefly before looking back at the sketchbook.That alone told me enough.Normally she’d have launched straight into whatever was bothering her before I got both feet through the door.Tonight she barely acknowledged me.I headed upstairs to change. When I came back down, she hadn’t moved. I left her to it and went into the kitchen, pulling out whatever we had for dinner. Water boiled on the stove. A pan heated up. From there I could see the back of her head, the way she paused every few strokes like the paper held answers she couldn’t quite reach.About fifteen minutes later, she set the sketchbook down beside

Avery's POV"Get Elise in here." I kept my voice level. "Now."The assistant hurried out before I finished speaking. I flipped the tablet over and read the email again, hoping the words had changed. They hadn’t.Elise burst through the door moments later. She took one look at my face, then snatched the tablet from my hand. She scanned it fast, her jaw tightened immediately."Shit." She slammed it on the desk. "That's our entire production backbone."I let out a short laugh that sounded nothing like amusement.“Wedding orders are locked, fabrics ordered and clients expect deliveries. California Fashion Week is four weeks out…"I looked back at the screen. “Trust me, I know exactly what we just lost.”I already had my phone out, pulling up every operations contact. "We'll figure it out." She crossed her arms, but her eyes mirrored my panic. "Why would they do this? We've had zero issues, not a single complaint."I didn't have an answer. The knot in my stomach twisted tighter.By three