Page 25 of Capturing Ava
“If that’s what you want.” I nod. “Okay sweetheart, your funeral.” He turns and walks away from me without another word.
“Can you believe that guy?” I gasp. Audrey shakes her head at me. “What? He started it.”
“See, I am unsure of what has entered your mind, but you believed you had a need for him, otherwise why would he be present and because you are displeased with his attitude, you have once again sent him away?”
“Yeah, so.”
“Swallow your pride and—” She points in the direction he walked in. “Go on, he’s the only one who can help you.” I scowl at her and let out an annoyed groan.
As I dash out of the kitchen, I notice him on the verge of walking out the door and leaving my life again. I took in a deep breath and hated that I needed him as much as I did. “Chase,” I scream. I watch as he turns around. “I need you—please don’t leave.” I grit.
“Fine, but I’m not taking you to the firing range.”
“Fine.” I gasp.
As I turn away from him and breathe a sigh of relief. I’m kicking myself because he had won. He knew I needed him and I had to put up with his stupid mask, his arrogant attitude and his over growing need to invade my personal space, but what choice did I have? It was him or the stalker and I knew which I would rather have, and it wasn’t the psycho who sent hearts as a token of affection.
Well, if he thought I was going to make this easy for him—he had another thing coming. He would soon learn that I had hired him and I was in charge, not the other way round.
He needed a reality check, and I was aware of how to deliver it.
9
WATCHINGAVA
CHASE
Watching Ava was perfect on paper, but the reality was much more mundane. When I thought of Ava, I thought of her back then. Back when I had met her. She was always partying, jumping from club to club and guy to guy, but this Ava, this Ava, was boring.
She did the usual mundane things. I had been watching her for three months and for three months Damon had breathed down my neck to just get it over and done with but I was a perfectionist and today wasn’t the day to announce my identity but oh how I wish it was because if I had to sit in this house as she pottered about for one more day; I think I might blow my own brains out.
Making my way back to the house after ensuring the perimeter is safe—alone. It still made me chuckle that the thing she feared was living in her house with her. I had done some fucked up things over the years but this—this was just comical. She thought she was the master of deceit and she still hadn’t figured out who was haunting her. Ava had gotten stupid over the years.
I walk through the house, but I’m met with silence. Well, this didn’t seem right. Ava is nowhere to be seen, but she was here before I left, so where had my little beast gotten to? The panic hits my body as I walk into each room and find it empty. “Damn it, where is she?” I curse out loud.
Then I see her lying in a hammock in the library, a book resting on her chest, and a frown pierces my brow. Had she fallen asleep while reading? She looked so innocent, but I knew better. She wasn’t innocent. That’s how she tricked me the first time. I wasn’t falling for it again. My feet move towards her, and out of curiosity, I lean down and pick up the book she had been reading before she fell into her peaceful slumber.
“Let’s see what keeps your nose in a book,” I mutter.
“Be mine,” he growls once more.
Gently, he moves his fingers over my lips. The only sound in the room is the squelch of wetness and heavy breathing. I cry out as his fingers enter my wet opening and hold on to his shoulder.
The skilled touch of his fingers sends a thrilling surge through my body as I’m pressed against the wall. I’m uncertain of what he’s cursing at until the sound of the zipper descending reaches my ears. Noticing my leg lifted high, I realize my body being pushed further into the wall. The slight twinge in my groin pinches at being stretched.
Shit. This was not literature—oh, Ava, you naughty girl. Fuck, she was reading—this before she fell asleep? I wonder how wet this makes her, a forbidden fantasy that only exists in her books and her head. This turns her on? My eyes pour over the words in her book and try as I might, I just can’t tear my eyes away from the filth inked on the pages within.
Positioned in the cozy leather chair facing her, I sit down and pour over the words. My eyes widen more than once. I have never been much of a reader. What did I need to read for when my entire life had been more entertaining than what you would find along the pages of any book? I want to put the damn book down, but I’m enjoying the filth and drama that lay within the pages. Each time I read a scene between the couple, my cock throbs and I look over at the peaceful Ava wondering what she would think if we reenacted her filthy books scenes.
Is that what she wanted to be tied up and spanked like a naughty fucking girl while I pounded deep inside of that tight little pussy that had brought me to my fucking knees? Fuck, imagine a book causing this many emotions. I drop the book on the floor because if I keep reading the damn book, I’m going to be too far gone to stop myself from walking across this room and taking what I want.
I can sense the weight of my eyes increasing. Why was this chair so damn comfortable? Her scent is everywhere in this room, floral and sweet. It swarms around my head, giving me a sliver of nostalgia to the night that I could never forget.
I detect the movement of footsteps nearing me, but my eyes are shut. Not that she would know. The sweat drips down my neck. I needed a goddamn medal for surviving the heat from wearing this mask all the time. It was almost akin to the sensation I would envision as torture, but it maintained my hidden identity, so it justified the glistening perspiration trickling down my face.
Her body presses against mine and oh Holy fuck! She better move and she better move fast because I was in the mood to fucking devour her, but she doesn’t move. Her small hand rests beneath the mask. Well, this was interesting. The little beast was getting brave.
My hand shoots out gripping hold of her small wrist, her body comes crashing down against mine. “What are you doing?” She gasps. My other hand grips her ass, pulling her further onto my knee. “You can let me go now.” She whispers.
