Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty — Eight

Ava's POV

The last few moments of my life had shown me one of the most unexpected things. After all, watching your boss having sex was not a day-to-day sight. Especially sex with one's Secretary. Now I know why Charlotte had so much power over Jasper. Because they were together in their personal life.

It seemed like a Wattpad story, where there was an office romance going on between the CEO of the company and the secretary. But then again, who was I to judge? Was my situation not similar to a fictional story? A girl getting pregnant with a random stranger then getting abandoned by everyone including her family. Not to mention the fact that I was rescued by the CEO of a company.

However, none of that mattered at the moment. As soon as I felt that I could get caught by Jasper and Charlotte, I chose to disappear from the place, afraid of getting caught by any of them. The last scene that I took in was the moment when Jasper was hugging Charlotte. And it sent a ping of hurt in my chest. For what reason I felt that way I cannot tell, but I was not very keen on pondering over the topic as well.

My heart hammered in my chest as I made my way back to my room. All the scenes that I just saw kept repeating in my head. Jasper and Charlotte are in the pool together, touching and feeling each other. Their hands all over each other. Loving and caressing, feeling each other in their skin. My footsteps quickened as I fastened my pace, but still did make sure that my footsteps were quiet. I did not make any sound to alert any of them that anyone was inside the house beside them.

It took me very little time to reach my bedroom. I threw it open.

I reached my bedroom and almost slammed the door open, but caught myself in time. Furthermore, I opened the door slowly and closed it behind me just as cautiously. Then I pressed my back against it and sagged up against it.

feeling … I did not know what.

All the emotions were mixed up inside me, pain, shame, longingness, angst, hurt, loneliness and so much more. All of these emotions were swirling inside me. Raging like a storm, ready to burst open. There were so many of these emotions that I could not pinpoint which emotion was the loudest. The best that I could describe was that it felt like it was falling apart.

What was wrong with me?

Little by little, I began to descend. My weight seemed too heavy for me to carry. I sat down on the ground and pushed my head in my knees and buried it right there. My arms come around me, wrapping and protecting me from everything.

I knew I had no right to behave the way I was doing, but I couldn't help myself.

It was not so the fact that I witnessed my boss and Charlotte having it was more than that. Seeing both of them inside the pool, brought the memory of the man who I had spent the night with. I remembered how it went and took place.

*Flashback

“Hey … Ava. Come and dance with us. It is so much fun.” my friend, Misha, called out to me.

I smiled at her drunken state and shook my head. Denying her offer. She made a sad face, but then instantly cheered up when a cute guy came up behind her and began dancing with her. I almost rolled my eyes at her. It did not take much for her to change, her to be happy.

We were in one bar. My friend wanted to go to a bar. So, here I was, as a designated driver and being a responsible friend. I was sitting in the barstool drinking apple juice to stay sober. Watching over Misha, I slid my empty glass to the table.

“Please, refill it.” I said. A little loud so that I could be heard over all the music that was playing.

“I will buy you as many refills as you ask to drink.” A masculine voice came from the side of the stool. At first, I did not pay attention to it. Thinking that it was meant for someone else. But then a hand came around my face, along with my refilled drink.

“Silent treatment?” the voice asked me again. This time I knew that this man was talking to me. My headshot to my side and I saw what I could only describe as one of the most exquisite creations in the world.

Somebody sat near me.

A very handsome guy with black eyes and black hairs. He seemed around the Height of 6 '5'' and towered over my figure. Although he looked a little older than me, there was no denying that it did not dent the beautiful features he had. Sharp cut edges, dark appearance and wolfish smirk. From his tight black shirt, I could see his hard muscles, his six packs. He seemed like the man who worked out on a daily basis. He had long legs that reached the floor more than easily, on the other hand, my legs were dangling a little over the stool. Making me feel small. His upper two buttons of the shirts were open, which showed me a glimpse of the tattoos on his chest. He also had a piercing on his one earring that made him look like a gangster.

He smirked at my obvious admiration.

“Like what you see?” he questioned, his tone teasing.

I tore my gaze away from him, blushing instantly. Feeling embarrassed at getting caught red-handed.

“My god, you look so beautiful when you blush. I guess my hard work in the gym paid off, then.” he commented.

“I am not sure if I am the right person you should be wasting your time with. Your flirting would not lead to anything.“ I told him. Wanting him to leave me alone and find someone else to charm.

Because I was pretty certain if he continued with his flirting, then I would scum over to his charm. And I wanted to avoid letting that happen.

“I like to take my chances.” he said with a wink.

“Plus …” he reached out and twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. I knew I should have slapped his hand away and stop this madness, but I did not. Somehow it felt nice. Maybe it was his confidence that was doing me in.

“Spending time with a beautiful woman is not considered a waste of time. It is called 'Investing time'.” he murmured. His eyes were still on the hair that he was playing with. He tucked it behind my ear and grazed his knuckles on my cheek.

So soft, so sweet.

I almost let out a sigh. Almost.

“I told you. You are getting lucky with me tonight.'' I said softly. Although, my words held no conviction. His thumb traced my lips, and he gripped my chin gently, bringing my face closer to his.

“Don't be so sure,” he whispered. His hot, fresh, minty, breath fanning my face. His eyes had gone completely black.

With that, he brought his mouth to mine and brushed his lips to mine.

His lips are soft and gentle.

His lips did not move until I began moving my mouth to his, giving in to the desire that was brewing inside me. Once I started the kiss, he hijacked it. His hand left my chin and glided over my neck instead. From there he got a firm grip of my mouth and pulled me a lot closer.

He deepened the kiss, sucking on my lips like they were his tasty fruits until I opened up my mouth and let him in.

and then the kiss went wild, and my body was on fire.

That kiss was all consuming one. One that you try to find in every single guy that you meet, but none of them would be able to fulfill except for that one guy.

I could not believe that a kiss could feel so goddamn good. That it could make you forget the whole world around you.

I did not know for how long we kissed, I just knew that it was a long, long time when we did. When we finally pulled apart, I was panting for air. The lack of oxygen almost made me dizzy, but not enough that I wanted to stop kissing him.

When I finally managed to catch my breath, I looked at him.

“I guess I am getting lucky after all.” he said, smugly.

*End of flashback

And he did.

He gave me the best and worst night of my life. The night had been filled with all consuming passion and wildness. Unlike I had felt anything like before. His hands had been demanding, and so was mine. Both of us had fought to get closer to each other.

one of the brightest and darkest nights of my life.

The next day, when I woke up, he was not there. I was alone. He didn't even have the courtesy to leave a note. I remembered how disappointed I had been. Knowing that I didn't even get a chance to know his name. We merely shared a heated night that faded so soon that I was not even sure, happened or not. But I knew it happened.

There were marks on my body the next day. Love bites that had made me feel warm from inside and made my stomach flutter with butterflies.

It was memorable enough for me to think about it after the next day and onwards.

Now it did not seem more than a curse.