Chapter 73: Chapter 73

(Avery’s Thoughts)

“Nous ne vous laisserons jamais tomber, madame,” I heard Madame Claudia talking to one of our VVIPs.

I am currently at the reception area right now, still fantasizing and reminiscing about the wonderful night I had with my boyfriend, I mean, my fiancé.

I look at the engagement ring on my left hand. Yes, Jeff, finally popped the question yesterday night. Everything went magical, and for some reason, we got really lucky because the restaurant didn’t let us pay in celebration of our engagement.

To be honest, I never imagined myself being married after Seid and I broke up. Well, he was my first and long-time boyfriend, and experiencing such pain at that time made me lose faith in love.

I exclaim, “Well, look at me now, I am definitely getting married,” I unconsciously blurt it out. I didn’t even notice my colleague beside me, so she bumps my shoulder and poke me on my side,

“Congratulations, Avery dearest,” her French accent is really strong, but I am glad she speaks in English when she’s with me. Her name is Esmée, a very good friend of mine here in France.

“Merci, merci,” I say to her while we both giggled and stare at my engagement ring.

Madame Claudia calls her out so she immediately dashes off. As soon as she left, I suddenly feel the lonely feeling inside me. Deep in my heart, there’s only one person I want to share this milestone of mine with, “K,” and I sigh as I think of her.

I take my phone out and start browsing my social media. I type her name on the search box, but there’s none. I feel the solitude building around me, Kendra is always the private type of person, especially with her relationship with a married man, she won’t be uploading anything.

Sad to say, because of it, I can’t see her updates anywhere. Two years ago, I deleted all my social media accounts. And it has been only some months since I created a new one. Still, I only get some news about her thanks to Seid, who was my ex-boyfriend, and now, my bestfriend.

Speaking of which, I remember his name popping in my notification a while ago. But before I could even open it, my attention is switched to the man standing on the other side of the reception table.

I look at him, and he smiles at me as hands over two bouquets of flowers and a card while saying these words in French, “Belle femme, a special delivery for you.”

I blush and couldn’t help but smile, “Merci.”

He asks me to sign the electronic pad as proof of receiving the deliveries. Although, I wonder why he asked me to sign twice.

Two sets of the same flowers but different colors, the pink one has a card in it, while the yellow one doesn’t. I pick up the card, and opens it,

“It should have been me,  - sobs Seid

P.S. Congratulations dear Ava.”

My stomach almost bursts because of laughing as I read his notecard. And just as I read it, my phone rings and it is Seid who is calling.

I accept his video call, and he is just on his way home, he is actually driving so I scold him a little.

“Hey, no calling while driving, how did you get your license if you don’t know that, huh?” I say annoyed.

He laughs and ignores my scolding and he jumps to another topic, “So, did you like it?”

“Which one, the card or the flowers?” I sarcastically roll my eyes at him.

He laughs while his eyes are on the road, “Well, my note,” then he chuckles.

“Silly, Seid. But how did you know? I haven’t even told you, yet,” I query to him. “And thanks for the flowers, by the way, you should have sent me only one, the pink ones would suffice. Why did you send yellow?” I add.

I see his brows furrow, “Yellow? No, I only sent one. I intentionally sent the pink ones cause I know you hate it, and I want you to feel my jealousy,” he continues teasing me.

“Shut up, and just drive. But really, how’d you know?” I ask him again.

“Well, first of all, I know, Jeff, and second, we have a thing now called social media. I am pretty sure, you know very well about that, right, elevator girl?” he just couldn’t stop with his teasing.

“Fuck you, Seid. You are so hilarious. Well, I didn’t know Jeff would post it immediately. And we are not really following each other on social media,” I reveal a little secret to him.

“You didn’t what? That’s ridiculous, Avery, he’s going to be your future husband. You should stalk his account, maybe lots of girls would flaunt their way to him, who knows?” and his jesting continues.

“Well, Jeff is a one-woman man, so I don’t need to worry. And besides, you knew I just only contact you right?” my voice couldn’t hide the sadness I am feeling anymore.

He notices it right away, so he pulls over on the side of the road and concentrates on our call,

“Hey, Ava, you miss her, don’t you? Want me to relay it to her for you? Maybe it is time you reconcile with her. She’s a mess, that’s all I could say,” his voice is stern and still full of concern.

“I know, that’s why I can’t bring myself into talking to her. I did her wrong, big time, Seid. How can I ask her for forgiveness that easily?” my tears begin to fall.

“Well, all I can say is, she’s definitely going to kill you, if you don’t make her your maid of honor, you know how much invested she’s with that thing, right?” he says. And it made me remember how the three of us talked about weddings and stuff while Seid and I were still together.

It became a little awkward but Seid manages to liven up the mood, “So, let me take a look at that stone, may I? Jeff better give you a big one, or else, I’ll steal you away,” he laughs maniacally.

“Are you sure you won’t get jealous? He gave me a damn good one,” I fight back and chuckle. And then finally shows him. His face and expression don’t change at all, I am glad he’s finally moved on. I really wish he can find someone who will love him wholeheartedly.

“Hey, Avery, I gotta go, my mom has been calling me nonstop setting me up for a blind date again,” now his face looks upset and worried. I laugh at his predicament and tease him, “Goodluck, I know Barbara, very well. Take care, Seid. See you, around.”

Our conversation has ended. I look at the yellow bouquet, and keep on wondering, “Did the delivery man make a mistake? Either way, I am going to keep this since this is my favorite one. Thank you, stranger,” I even say to myself.

***

I came home earlier than usual, so I assume Jeff is still at work, but when I open the door, I hear the sound of the television and see the light is on in the living room. So I check and call, “Babe? What time did you arrive?”

He doesn’t answer, so I stealthily move my way in, trying to be careful, in case a maniac or psycho breaks in. I hold the pepper spray I get from my purse and walk quietly.

But as soon as I see Jeff’s figure from the mirror’s reflection, I take a deep breath and lean on the wall. I stare at him for some moment.

His mid-long ponytailed hair suits his physique very well. I find his back even sexier, and now that he’s topless cooking some dishes, and dancing like a happy kid, I can’t help but admire him.

I am so damn lucky to be loved by someone like him. When he turns around, I hide my presence and glue myself to the wall, I just want to look at him much longer.

I see his abs, and damn, they are so damn hot. I bite my lips and feel the lower muscles between my thighs tighten. Yes, I feel aroused and horny. I feel hot and I think I am ready now.

For so long, Jeff has been very patient with me. In fact, we never have had proper sex ever since. I am not sure what happened or maybe, I feel so traumatized that I couldn’t even bring myself to let him penetrate me.

Yes, we kiss. We hug. We do foreplay, and have oral sex. But that’s the furthest we could get. Every time he tries to enter inside me, or even just his finger, I start shivering. My whole body trembles and I feel suffocated.

But right now, we are engaged. And he’s going to be my husband soon, the owner of my whole being, that’s why I need this. I need to feel that I can finally… able to do it. For once, I want to serve him right, I want to give him the love he deserves. I want to give him my all.

I slowly and quietly remove my clothes, one by one. I make sure my body looks clean and smells nice. I let my hair down and flips it to my back, exposing my bare neck and breast.

And when he turns around again to clean up the dishes, I walk naked, yes, flashing my whole naked body, and immediately hug him.

His body immediately reacts to the warmth coming out of my own body. I wrap both my hands tightly around his waist up to his chest. I kiss his back. He stops what he is doing and stands completely frozen.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you coming. Is this some kind of a surprise, babe?” he chuckles. His voice is calm and sounds so cool and manly as always.

I didn’t answer verbally, but instead, I pull him closer to me, My breasts rub against his sweaty back. But he smells so damn good.

“Well, I kind of like this surprise, Ava,” he says and then he quickly turns around, lifts my body, and outs me on the edge of the counter beside the stove.

He stares at my face, then his eyes travel down to my naked body. I lean and slant my body backward, so he can see the fullness of me. He gulps and his ears turn red.

But what he does next freezes me instead, he follows the inclination of my body as he moves his arms forward, and leans his body towards mine. He closes the distance between our faces and our lips are now an inch apart.

Then he says something he wishes me to do, but for some unknown reason, I couldn’t bring myself to.

“Make love to me, be wholly mine,” Jeff says with his serious voice, and his eyes look desperate as if demanding for my submission.

My throat suddenly feels dry, and now, I know that a seductive move like this is a terrible mistake of mine, but it is worth the risk.

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Nous ne vous laisserons jamais tomber, madame - We will never let you down, Ma’am.

Belle femme - beautiful lady