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Ava’s POVThe statement rang a bell in everyone’s ears.“I’m not a gay.”Vance’s words left the small boundary of our table and travelled farther than he must have intended. Conversations nearby faltered mid-sentence. A waiter carrying a tray paused mid-step, the glasses on it tilting by a fraction before he corrected them. One of the waitresses near the service station turned her head, eyes widening before she caught herself and looked away. At the front of the room, the hostess glanced over with the polite, startled attention of someone who had just heard something that did not belong at that volume in a restaurant like this. A few customers at adjacent tables looked sideways, then quickly returned to their plates with the careful disinterest people practise when they have overheard too much. The polished quiet of the restaurant did not absorb the sentence. It only made the echo sharper, hanging in the low light between the tables long enough for the damage to finish settling.Ander

Ava’s POV“Wait. You are telling me the man that took you home as his child is responsible for the pregnancy?”Maya’s voice stayed low, but the shock in it was unmistakable. She had stepped back half a pace after the whisper, enough to look at my face properly in the pale light of the empty upstairs corridor. Her eyes searched mine for any sign that she had misheard, that the name I had given her belonged to some other explanation she could still accept.I looked at her.“Yes.”The single word left my mouth heavier than the ones before it. It seemed to take the air with it. Maya put her hand on her head, fingers pressing into her hair as if the information needed a physical place to land before it could be understood. For a moment she only stared at me, lips parted, the steady practical expression she usually wore completely gone. Then the strength in her face wavered.“My God.”She almost broke down. Tears gathered at the edges of her eyes before she forced them back with a sharp bre

Ava’s POV“I am not crying, Daddy,” I replied.The words came out steady only because I forced them to. We were still standing in front of the Lamborghini at the edge of the campus, the afternoon light sharp against the pale stone of the main building behind me. Students continued to drift past in loose groups, bags over shoulders, voices carrying ordinary fragments of conversation that did not touch the narrow space Corren had closed around us. His eyes moved over my face with the same precise assessment he used when he decided whether an answer was complete or merely convenient.“Are you lying to me?” he asked. “What happened to you? Why are you crying?”He moved closer. The shift eliminated the last comfortable distance between us. I could smell the faint clean scent of his cologne under the warmer air of the afternoon. He looked directly at my eyes, and I knew exactly what he was seeing—the faint redness I had not managed to erase completely after the conversation with Maya in the

Ava’s POVHe looked at me for a long second after the words left my mouth.Then he moved.Corren shifted into the back seat of the Lamborghini with the same controlled efficiency he brought to everything else, stretching out along the leather as much as the limited space allowed. His cock stood thick and wet from my mouth, the head flushed dark, the raised veins along the shaft catching what little light entered through the tinted windows. I climbed after him on unsteady knees, the open black shirt hanging off my shoulders, my skirt still pushed up around my waist. The air in the closed car was warm with breath and the clean, expensive scent of him mixed with the sharper smell of sex already beginning to form. Outside, vehicles passed at intervals on the main road, their engines rising and fading, close enough to remind me how little separated this moment from the ordinary world still moving past us.I straddled him.The first contact of my wetness against the hard length of his cock

Ava’s POVReaching home was cool.The gates opened the way they always did, silent and automatic, and the long drive carried us up to the lit entrance of the estate. Security lights marked the edges of the lawns. The residual heat of the car still clung to my skin—the inverted position, the way he had held my legs open, the thick evidence of him still wet between my thighs when I finally sat up and pulled my skirt down into something resembling order. I kept my face composed as the driver opened the door. Corren stepped out first. I followed with my bag held close and my shirt rebuttoned, the fabric slightly wrinkled from everything that had happened on the side of the road. The evening air against my face felt cleaner than the closed heat of the Lamborghini.Inside, the house felt orderly and quiet.Staff moved at a distance. A maid appeared near the foyer, took nothing from me without being asked, and withdrew again. I went straight upstairs to the west wing without waiting for furt