Semua Bab my mum's billionaire husband: Bab 61 - Bab 70

AVAI woke to sunlight.Not the weak, hesitant kind that slipped through the curtains during winter mornings, but a broad wash of gold that had already claimed half the bedroom.For a moment, I didn't move.Hunter was beside me.Still asleep.One arm rested across the pillow between us, his breathing slow and untroubled. There was something almost disarming about seeing him there in the first quiet minutes of morning, as though he'd always belonged in the apartment.I turned onto my side.His eyes opened."Morning."His voice was rough with sleep."Morning."He smiled."You've been staring at me.""you are irrestible""You think so."I moved some stray hair from his face as i took in his appearance.His boyish features looked amazing just not as sharp as Alexander's"You are eye balling me""Are you shy?"He laughed softly.Then pulled me closer.I let myself settle against him.For several seconds, neither of us spoke.It was the kind of silence that didn't need rescuing.His finge

AVAThe boardroom felt colder than the rest of the building.Maybe it was the glass walls. Maybe it was the long black table polished so perfectly that the lights above it reflected in an unbroken line. Or maybe it was simply the knowledge that, by the time I walked out of that room, something in my life would have changed permanently.I stood outside the doors for several seconds with my hand resting against the handle.I could hear voices inside.Low. Measured. Businesslike.As though they were discussing quarterly projections instead of my life.I swallowed and walked in.Every face at the table turned toward me.The CEO sat at the head, his laptop open in front of him. My manager was seated two chairs down, looking uncomfortable enough that I immediately knew this meeting was going to be worse than the email had suggested.“Good morning, Ava,” the CEO said.“Morning.”“Please, sit.”I took the empty chair.No one smiled.My hands folded together in my lap.The CEO looked at me for

AVAThe moment the apartment door closed behind me, the silence hit.It wasn't the comforting kind.It was too complete, too still, as though the entire apartment had been holding its breath waiting for me to return.I dropped my bag beside the sofa.Then I stood there.Just stood there.I had imagined this moment differently.When I had first moved into the apartment, I had pictured evenings like this filled with the quiet satisfaction of having made it. I had wanted a place that was mine, a place no one could simply walk into, a place where I could close the door and leave the outside world behind.Tonight, the door had shut.And I still didn't feel safe.I looked around.The soft lamplight.The books stacked near the television.The coat I'd left over the arm of the chair that morning because I'd been rushing.The mug on the kitchen counter.Hunter's sandals on the floorThe ordinary little evidence of a life I had been so certain I was building.It all looked exactly the same.I w

AVAHunter called just after seven that evening.I was at my dining table with my laptop open, three different tabs competing for my attention and a notebook covered in numbers beside me.I had spent most of the afternoon reorganizing the account.Not emotionally.Practically.I had gone through the old analytics, checked what kind of content had performed best, looked at the subscribers I had lost, the ones who had stayed, and the messages waiting for a response. I had even started sketching out a rough schedule.It had been strangely satisfying.For once, I wasn't thinking about what I had lost.I was calculating what I could build.When Hunter's name appeared on my screen, I answered immediately.“Hey.”“Hey, beautiful.”I smiled.“I amost thought you were dead.”“Gee! i am alive sweet heart.”There was a tiredness in his voice, but the warmth was still there.“How's everything?”“More complicated than i had anticipated.”“That sounds ominous.”“It is not that bad though.”I leane

AVABy the time I left the pharmaceutical company that evening, I was thinking about my OF.I had spent the entire drive home mentally rearranging the evening around them. I wanted to film before it got too late, and I already had two ideas I wanted to test. The new job had taken more out of me than I had expected, but there was something satisfying about the rhythm I'd begun creating work during the day, content in the evenings, and enough room left over to breathe.I drove through the city with the windows cracked open, letting the evening air cool the heat I'd carried out of the office.The second day had been better than the first.Some of my colleagues were still suspicious of me. I had noticed the glances, the whispered conversations and the occasional question disguised as casual curiosity.It didn't matter.I had work to do.And I was beginning to learn the systems.That was what mattered.I turned into my residential street, passed through the security checkpoint and drove in