Chapter 50: Chapter 50

I'm sorry for the long wait. Mature content in this chapter by the way.

AVATIA'S POV

"You sure you can do this?" Draya asked from the other line. The call was on loudspeaker since Kendal was with me.

"I know, right. I mean going to see him after a month....he must have changed back to the ruthless monster he was, no longer your friendly monster." Kenny said and Draya giggled.

I shot dagger glares at him. "You shut up. Dre is not a monster. He's just a guy with a very rough past." I defended him.

"Eeekk...someone hates it when we talk about her lover. Who doesn't even love her in return? You even baked a cake for him." Draya teased and I rolled my eyes.

I grabbed my jacket. "Whatever you say. I'm going. Bye Draya." I ended the call and turned to Kenny. "Tell mommy I went to see a 'friend', get that?" I told him as if I was talking to a junior brother.

"Only on one condition. You get me chocolate on your way back." I nodded. "Deal."

He gave me his cutest smile. "Deal. Don't forget the cake. I hope he likes it though. We spent all morning baking it."

I smiled. "He'll love it. He just has to." I said confidently and walked out.

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"I said you can't go in. The boss doesn't accept visitors today." The huge guard at the gate told me for the nth time.

I gave him my best puppy dog smile. "But you know me already. I worked here before. I just want to give Dre this cake." I told him as I lifted the carton.

The man sighed in frustration. More like irritation.

"Just call him and let him know I'm here...if he refuses, then I'd go away. I promise." I reasoned out.

The guard gave me a look which told me he didn't believe I'd go if Dre refused to see me.

I smiled. "I promise," I said, a plan forming in my mind.

He sighed and took out his phone. It rang for a few seconds before Dreidan picked up. "Sorry for disturbing you boss, but..." I took that as my cue to put my plan into action. "Dre, Dre it's me, Avatia. Please let me in, I just want to give you something." I yelled and ignored the guard who told me to shut up. "Please Dre, please see. I won't go away if you don't let me in. Please let me in."

Then automatically, I shut up and waited for Dre to give orders to the guard. I knew he'd let me in. I just knew it.

The guard spoke in Italiano for about a minute before ending the call and turning to me. I gave him a sheepish smile. More like a victorious smile. "So...? Can I go in now?" I asked, trying to hide my victorious smile.

He muttered something, glared at me, and nodded.

I couldn't hold in my giggle. "Don't you worry big guy, I'm gonna tell your boss to save some cake for you. Ciao." I said and walked in. I knew Dre wouldn't have sent me away. But if he did, that would have been shameful. I giggled at my silly thoughts as I walked through the long driveway.

I let myself in after knocking three times and getting no answer. The house looked so empty like there was no one in. "Leo," I called out. No reply. Guess Dre wants to have his privacy today. Poor guy, he must be so devastated. "Mr. Black...." I called out. No answer.

Oh my, what if he's having a major breakdown like the one he had back in Italy. I started to panic. I rushed to his room, but he wasn't there. "Dre..." I yelled.

I continued my search till I reached the studio. My ex-workplace. I heard shuffling inside and knew he was in there, I slowly opened the door, being careful not to crush the cake. My breath hitched. There he was, looking so gorgeous. He was shirtless and I admired his svelte body. There was a bottle of whiskey on the floor, almost empty. He'd been drinking. He was painting and I looked over his shoulders to see it was Neveah. And this time, she was with a baby girl. The child was still missing the lower part of her body, but they were beautiful.

"Why the fuck did you come here?" After a whole month of not hearing his deep sexy voice, hearing it now sent a sweet feeling down my spine and an unfamiliar feeling in between my legs. Even if he was rude.

I gulped. I was the one eager to see him and now that I was right in front of him, my mind suddenly became blank. "I...Uhh...happy birthday?" It came out more like a question.

"You're so stubborn, you know? I said I don't want any visitors but you just had to force yourself in." He said as he continued with his amazing work of art.

I realized I was still standing out of the room so I got in and closed the door behind me. I looked around. The studio had changed so much. It was covered with portraits of Neveah. I don't even know what caused me to look up but when I did, I became completely speechless. My mind seemed to stop functioning. As unbelievable as it sounds, right there, on the once blank ceiling I was used to seeing was a portrait of me. Me! Me! Me!

"How did you do that?" I completely forgot about what he was saying. All my attention was on the ceiling. It was just my face, but it was breathtakingly beautiful. I looked breathtakingly beautiful. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Followed by more. "Are you did that?"

I felt his presence near me. "Yes. I did that. I fucking painted you." I turned to face him and he looked into my eyes. "And I don't even know why?"

I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Maybe because we're friends." I tried to reason out even though my heart was telling me something else.

"Friends?" He asked, his gaze shifting to my lips. I gulped and nodded.

"If we're friends, when do the benefits kick in?" His eyes became darker. Do benefits kick in?

My eyes widened in realization. "Are you're just drunk. Let's eat the cake I baked for you. It's for your birthday. So happy birthday again."

He ran his finger over my cheek to wipe away the tears. "I'm not drunk."

I could smell the whiskey from his breath. "Yes, you are. You're not thinking straight."

"If I was drunk, how do you explain my drawing? Just tell me when I can start benefitting." He said as his lips made their way to my neck. I almost melted.

I slowly pushed him away. "There's no friends with benefits here. I'm not Jade." I told him firmly and walked to put the cake on the small coffee table.

He followed me. "You're right. You're not Jade. I'm sorry. My mind is just so fucked up right now. I'm a mess. Just leave already." He told me as he walked back to the chair he sat on a few minutes ago.

The guilt I felt! I was here to cheer him up. Not to make things harder for him. I slowly made my way to him and put my palms on his shoulder. "You're not a mess. And you're not fucked up. You're the strongest man I know. If you've been able to live with all the pain in your heart, then you're the strongest man alive. You're my friend and I love you."

He turned to face me. He looked so sad and vulnerable. "You love me?" He asked in disbelief.

I looked him in the eye. "As crazy as it sounds, I do. I don't even know how I managed to love the man who almost ran me over, the man who made me lose my job, the man who tried to kill me twice. I don't know how but I do and I have no regrets."

A tear slipped out of his right eye and I wiped it. He then leaned over and did what I secretly craved for this past month. He kissed me and I couldn't hold back my moans. I'd missed this amazing feeling. He gently made me sit on his lap and deepened the kiss. I enjoyed the feeling of having his hands caress my body.

Woahhhh! All these new feelings were magical.

I snapped out my thoughts when I felt his hand go underneath my gown. My mind was telling me to stop him but my body was singing otherwise. I held his hands, stopping him. We gazed into each other's eyes. "You have to stop."

"Please let me do this, princess. Let me please you." He said as he went back to kissing my cleavage and his hands going further, towards my panties.

I tried to ignore the sweet sensation. "But Dre... "

He started rubbing me and I forgot what I was about to say. He resumed kissing my lips and automatically, my fingers went to his hair. I felt his finger slip into my panties and rub even faster. This was a first for me and deep down, I knew I wasn't going to regret anything so far as it's with the man I love. Even if he doesn't share the same feelings.

"Mhmm...." I moaned as he slipped a finger into me. It didn't hurt. Just felt uncomfortable.

His lips went to my ears. "You're so fucking tight, the things I want to do to you, princess." He said as he added another finger and this time, it hurt.

"Arghh..."

He kissed me. "Sorry baby, the pains gonna vanish." He told me as he started moving his fingers in and out. Just as he said, the pain vanished, and in its place was a pure unexplainable pleasure. So this is what it feels like to be fingered? He moved his fingers deeper and faster and it felt like I was losing my mind. "I want you so bad, princess. It's crazy."

Just hearing him say those words and the fast movement of his fingers was enough to make me reach my climax with a scream of pleasure.

He pulled out his fingers and sucked them. What? Did he suck it? "I want more of you.

You taste so good and I'm not letting you go if I don't get more."

I see you Avatia Kim Hilton. I see you. Good girl going bad? Wait for the next chapter my sweethearts....it's gonna be....you know what? Just wait for it.

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