All Chapters of Love or Lust: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Tuesday morning arrived with a cruel, sudden brightness.Ava woke up and the first thing she felt wasn't the softness of her sheets or the lingering haze of sleep. It was the memory of Adrian Blackwood. Specifically, the way his voice had sounded in the office yesterday evening- that deep, authoritative rasp that seemed to vibrate right through her skin.She stared at the ceiling, her chest tightening. Then she yanked the blanket over her head, trying to smother the thought.“No.”Two days. She had known the man for forty-eight hours, and he had already managed to own her subconscious. It was ridiculous and yet it seemed completely out of her control.Especially after the way he had looked at her last night, like she was a puzzle he wasn’t supposed to solve, yet he couldn't stop trying.She groaned into the fabric, the scent of her own laundry doing nothing to erase the phantom smell of his expensive cologne.“Get a grip, Ava.”> By 7:50, Ava was already steppin

Ava groaned as she buried her face into the pillow as soon as she plopped onto her bed.She couldn’t believe she actually thought Adrian Blackwood was interested in her. But what was more embarrassing was the wetness between her legs. Even after he sent her out of his office like that, her body still reacted to him.She shook her head and forced herself out of bed to get rid of her work clothes.Her roommate- Rosa wasn’t home. The apartment was so cold and quiet, the heater in the room barely worked. Ava stripped out of her clothes and walked into the shower, she stood under it for approximately four minutes to warm up before she eventually gave up and stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself and sitting on the edge of her bed.Her thighs were still shaking a little, not from the cold, but from the thought of Adrian.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face, that rawness in his gaze when he had called her name.She replayed his low voice, telling her she was be

One thing Adrian was good at- never loosing control.He had built his whole life around it. Control was why Blackwood International had survived mistakes that would have buried other companies. Why he never let anyone close enough to know what could hurt him.And it was why, at 6:47 in the morning, he was still staring at the same page on his laptop without reading a word.Ava Bennett.Her name sat at the top of an email he had drafted and deleted three times.He leaned back and rubbed a hand over his face. His shirt was still on from the night before. He had slept only two hours, and in those two hours he had dreamed of her- the sound she had made when his hand closed around her wrist, the way her pulse had jumped under his thumb. The tension was alive.He looked through the glass. Her desk was empty.Of course, as it should be. Only a maniac like him would be at work by this time, with his thoughts filled with his Assistant. The problem wasn't even that he wante

Ava didn't cry.She thought she might.For a few seconds after she walked out of Adrian's office, she could feel the sting of tears behind her eyes.But she didn't let it fall.She walked back to her desk with her head high, sat down, opened her laptop and stared at the screen.Her hands were steady.At least, they looked steady.Inside her everything was a mess. She could still feel his mouth on hers, still taste him, he tasted like coffee and mint, the combo that had made her knees weak and her thighs press together. She could still hear his voice, low and rough against her lips, warning her about the consequences.If I kiss you, this becomes harder.And then he had kissed her anyway.That was the part that undid her. He had known exactly what he was doing. He had told her, plainly, what that kiss would cost them both and then he had taken it anyway, pulled her in by the chin and taken it like a man who had been starving for it.She could still feel the scrape of his jaw a

By Friday, Adrian had found three unnecessary reasons to visit Victor’s office. "You know you can just admit you want to talk to her." Victor smirked, twirling on his office chair.Adrian paced slowly, "I don't."Victor smiled.“This is third time you have been to my office today, you could have just easily sent me a mail.""It was urgent.” Adrian argued.Victor smiled knowingly at him,“The first one was about a report, the second was about confirming a schedule and the third? I’m still waiting to hear it.” Adrian just glared at him.Victor leaned forward."Do you want her back?""No.""Do you want her near you?""No."“But you want her to look at you at least.”Adrian didn't answer and Victor chuckled."That's what I thought."He stood."You are making yourself miserable, man.”Adrian ignored him and just walked out of the office.He was masking the truth by feigning annoyance. He hated to admit it, but Victor was right.He was miserable and caught in a crossroad in his