*Ava***TWO WEEKS LATER**“Dad,” I say, sighing into the phone as I pace our new New York townhouse kitchen. “Calm down.”“I will not! What do you mean ‘I moved in with Liam’? The man’s old enough to be your father!” my father shouts.I hold the phone away from my ear. I probably could have heard him from Chicago without it. “Ouch, Dad, that was loud. And we already established that yes, Liam is a little older than me…”“A little?! His daughter is your age!” my dad continues fuming.“Yes…” I reply with failing patience. “And that’s kind of how we met…”“‘Kind of’?” my father echoes.I swallow. Maybe if he understands the context, he’ll be more okay with our relationship. After all, Mindy and he met at a mutual friend’s party. “Well, you see, there was this party…” I lay it out for him.“He called you another woman’s name and you’re still with him?” my dad grumps.Now I know he’s just trying to poke holes in my balloon. “Dad, I really thought you were over this. If y
AvaI'm weaving through this sprawling mansion, and I swear it's a maze designed to keep people lost. My bladder is about to stage a mutiny, and I can't find a bathroom to save my life. Emma got me this gig as a favor, and I'm going to ruin it by pissing myself in the middle of a hallway. My usual bartending job is a dive compared to this place, and not just because I have made double what I would typically make in tips.The hallway is bordering on opulent, with chandeliers hanging from above and navy wallpaper that just screams money. Every door I have passed in my search for a toilet has had a gold handle—and I think they're actual gold. I wince, doing a little shuffle as I pry open the next door and find another bedroom, my bladder’s insistence interrupting my admiration again.I spot the tub through the open door and chew my lower lip for a moment of contemplation. My bladder threatens me one more time, and I know there's no chance of me making it to the actual bathroom.Bo
AvaI can't believe what I just heard—my dad was arrested for murder?My mind races as I scramble to think clearly amidst the chaos of emotions. I've always considered myself level-headed, but this situation has thrown me through a loop. There was no way it was true, of course. My dad wouldn’t hurt a fly. I scramble to pull up flights for tonight on my phone, sitting in the dark parking outside the bar. There's a late-night flight leaving in a few hours, and without hesitation, I book it. I can't wait until morning to find out what's going on—I need to be there now. I have to take a large portion of my savings out to buy the plane ticket, but it has to be done.My heart pounding, I make the drive home like a bat out of hell and throw the essentials into a bag. Then, I hurry out of our apartment again, making my way to the airport as my mind races. I don't even notice the bustling atmosphere around me—people chatting, announcements over the intercom, the anticipation of departu
AvaEmma manages to pull off a miracle. She gets me in, and not only that, but she insists on taking me shopping for a dress. The gown she chooses is a floor-length masterpiece in a rich, royal blue that clings to my curves in a way that makes me feel both elegant and vulnerable. The low back is definitely more skin than I am accustomed to showing, but I can't honestly say I hate it."Seriously, Ava, you look incredible!" Emma exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement.I twist and turn in front of the mirror, still getting used to the sight of myself in such a glamorous ensemble. "I don't know about incredible, but it's definitely ... something."“Something” being that the price tag is worth at least two of my regular paychecks.Emma rolls her eyes playfully. "Don't be modest. You're going to turn heads tonight."I hope so, considering that's the whole point of tonight's excursion. Being added to the guest list of this event means I am effectively trying to become som
AvaI toss and turn in my bed, unable to sleep, the thoughts of Liam swirling around in my mind. He was so kind, and God, he’d looked so good last night—thoughts of his lips against mine are eating away at me. I try to stop thinking about him—aggressively, even—but if it isn’t him, I’m obsessively thinking about how my dad is. It’s not like I can afford to take off to Chicago again, but I can’t get the image of him, so sad and alone, out of my head. I groan, burying my face in my pillow and praying for sleep. It’s too much—all of this is such a mess, and I am so tired.I don’t even notice when I fall asleep until I wake up with the sunrise, still feeling every bit like an exhausted college student.Enough is enough.My hands are clammy as I glance at the clock, wondering if it's too early to call. Seven in the morning isn’t a bad time, right? Theoretically, it’s before most people go to work, so…My thumb hesitates over the contact before following through, and I blow out
LiamI look for Ava—not even realizing she left until I glance at the text from my driver, asking if he is meant to be taking her home. I tell him, yes, my mind still buzzing with the almost-kiss that had been so close to happening. I have to admit, I’m disappointed. I want to finish what we'd started, to explore the attraction that is clearly there between us—but it seems fate has other plans.As I pace around my office, I can’t shake the thoughts of Ava from my mind. There is something about her that intrigues me beyond the nearly tangible lust that always sparks between us. I want to keep her.I have been looking for someone who can help maintain my public image, but Ava has stirred something in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. Something that I have been missing for a long time, even.Samantha will likely be furious if she knows I’m considering deviating from our carefully crafted plan, but I can’t ignore this. I want Ava. Why can’t she be my public girlfriend?
AvaHe’s back.I feel silly for even noticing, but after the night before, I haven’t expected him to come back again. He’s gone out of his way to see me, and the realization fills me with butterflies despite my best intentions. Liam drops into a seat at the end of the bar—the same one he’d been in the night before—and I try not to grin. I continue serving the patrons, my heart doing a little dance inside my chest as I steal glances in his direction.“You’re being obvious,” Ben teases on his way to the door, and I roll my eyes.“I am not!” He grins when I glare at him.Ben is the biggest man I’ve ever seen, and I don’t know why he likes to play security for me every once in a while. The owners don't usually care to pay for more than just me and the cook, but every once in a while, Ben comes in to keep an eye on things for us if something big is happening.I don’t even think they pay him, honestly.Tonight, the clubhouse where we do karaoke is rented out for a bachelor p
AvaI’m off today, and the luxury of a free day stretches ahead of me like an inviting haven. After a leisurely morning of warm sunlight filtering through my curtains and the gentle rustle of leaves outside, I decide to take advantage of this rare moment to catch up with Emma. She's busy packing for her upcoming trip, and honestly, I’m going to miss her while she’s gone. It's not like I won't be checking up on her while she’s gone, but it's times like now I wish I had more friends. She's jetting off to Colorado with her boyfriend for a week-long skiing escapade.I find myself envying her freedom to take these trips whenever she wants. It’s not as if I’d grown up dirt poor, but we definitely didn’t make enough money to take off on a trip to Colorado. One year, when I was a kid, we’d made a trip to Virginia to see some family, but that was the only major vacation I can recall having taken.“Hey, Ava!” Emma’s voice chimes as she drags her suitcase out of her bedroom and eyes it s