There was a week left until the wedding and Ava was working overtime trying to get Klaire and Casey to not see eye to eye. It wasn’t that she was hoping for a fight, but she was lowkey kind of hoping for one at the same time. It seemed like her power as a therapist to try and call off relationships was not working and so she needed to bring it on herder. Her target was mostly Casey since he was the one with the rationality in the relationship.
For Klaire, it was just Ava asking her if she was sure and if she was willing to take the chance again and risk it all, but Klaire was so far up in fantasy land that she would barely take in a word that Ava would say. Because Casey came back to her, she was over the moon that she had him once again and in her mind, she was probably thinking that she was practically invincible. It wasn’t that she was invincible, it was that Casey was just a weak man.
It didn’t have to be those harsh
Casey understood everything. But the embarrassment of breaking up with Klaire was worse than the embarrassment of staying with her. He understood the risk of being with Klaire and that he was shooting himself in the foot if he did get married to her. It honestly was barely about love now and was leaning more towards ego. There were unfortunately still feelings there, it would be hard to just get rid of them at the snap of his fingers, because if it were then he would have never gotten this far. But having to go back and face the music that he failed in the end and be the laughing stock of the internet was not something he wanted to go through.He was sure that him being ridiculed would have sort of an effect on his father’s business since he was only known because of it. He was sure no one would take him seriously anymore and now that he had pushed and pushed with his relationship with Klaire, he found like it was too far to go back, no matter how mu
Things got pretty heated very quickly and Casey was not complaining one bit. Soon enough, they were in her room and Ava was pressed up against the wall as Casey basically ate her face. He felt pent up and honestly desperate. He did not know why Ava had decided to not push him away but he went along with it. In all the times they had been here, it wasn’t like him and Klaire didn’t have sex, but there was an emptiness about it. Recently every time they did it, he felt like he was forcing it and he hated that. Sex was supposed to be a pleasurable experience and it felt like a chore every time he did it with Klaire.It just got old. The same way she would scream and practically rip out his hair as if she was having the best orgasm of her life. The fact that she frankly barely made him orgasm and also because she just became so boring and predictable. Like she was trying way too hard to seduce him and instead managed to turn him off.
The next day, Ava woke up and she remembered everything. She knew she was drunk but not to the point of wasted. Every action that took place the previous day was willing and consensual and she felt like complete shit because of it. Well of course she did, she had sex with one of her clients, and a client who was getting married no less. She had no idea what came over that day and why the fact that Casey kissed her suddenly sprung up in her mind but now there was no turning back from what she had done.Casey was gone, as one would expect. It was the morning of the wedding but Ava was in no rush to get up since it would be held in the evening. She wondered what was going through Klaire’s mind when she decided to have the bachelorette party the night before the wedding. But it was a relief that the wedding would not be in the morning or she would have surely missed it.She and Casey stayed up for most of the night, into the morning, she
It was understandable that Casey could not meet her eyes. She was not sure if it was because of guilt or just him trying not to get distracted by her. Ava didn’t think too much about it and went about the wedding as if she didn’t sleep with the groom. It was time for the wedding and people were filing into the hotel. Since there was an area just for weddings, it was designed perfectly to the image of whatever couple was getting married that day. There was white silk running through the middle of the room, being the aisle for Klaire to walk down. And on either side, there were round tables and chairs accompanying them. Each table decorated with flowers and having wine bottles and glasses. Ava knew that she would need to sip some wine in order to get through the wedding. She was just waiting for it all to be over. Now that she had done the unspeakable with Casey, she was looking to get on the next plane and run back to Los Angeles and forg
As soon as the wedding was over Ava was on the next plane back to Los Angeles. The immense relief she felt when the plane took off made her entire body slouch. She had been on edge since the wedding and her body had become so stiff because of it. For the rest of the time there, she did not speak to Casey, and after the wedding Klaire, and actually sent someone to find her so that she could make a toast at the dinner. Ava had never been more consumed with guilt than at that moment in her life. Klaire had thanked her for saving her relationship and wished that Ava could continue to help them in the future, and yet Ava slept with her husband. During Ava’s speech, she said that she was happy that she was able to witness such a lovely relationship flourish into a marriage and that she wished they would last forever and have wonderful children. Everyone knew that she was bullshitting but the speech was nice and so no one thought much about it. And it wasn’t lik
Casey had not stopped thinking about Ava. Even though he was on his romantic honeymoon in Greece. The skies and the beach were blue and he had Klaire with him, his wife. The wife he reluctantly married and wanted nothing more than to get rid of. The wife he was using to hold up his foolish image just to avoid embarrassment. Even though these were the thoughts going through his head, he still acted as if he was the happiest person in the world. But besides that, there were things he should be happy about. Aside from Klaire, he was in Greece and had the liberty to roam around freely without being stared at too much, and of course, the paparazzi were nowhere to be found. So he took it as a vacation and tried to enjoy it as much as he could. “Come on,” Klaire pulled his arm. “Let’s go there.” At the side of the road, they were walking down, there was a little jewelry stand that had probably been handcrafted. There were some
Casey could not get it up. Understandable. It was Klaire after all. He was honestly relieved, to be honest. But when it came to Klaire, it seemed to be the end of the world and he could see that she was probably on the verge of tears. The thing that was most pleasing about the situation was that Klaire seemed to think that it was her fault and not his. It was great that she didn’t try to push it on him because it definitely was her and would admit that, but he didn’t want to deal with becoming a widower only a couple of days after his marriage. Although that title didn't sound too bad. Klaire sat on the edge of the bed, with her back facing him as if she was feeling shameful and it was honestly sad. A lot of people assume that men leave the women they are seeing because they are not able to pleasure them sexually, and while that may be true in some cases, it is mostly because of the simple loss in interest that carried over into a loss of interest with that person.
Casey watched as Ava’s face morphed through many different emotions. At first, she was taken back, and disgusted, then angry, emotionless, and then angry again. “Casey Miller… you did not just utter those words to me.” her voice came out as soft a whisper as if she was having a hard time grasping what he had just told her. “I- I just- you make mefeelAva. You make me feel things that I didn’t know I could feel. Not after probably going emotionally and sexually numb because of Klaire.” Ava let out a huff and looked around as if scared that someone would hear them. She stepped out of the door frame and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the apartment. Once the door was closed, her back was to him. “Take off your shoes.” Once he had done so, he followed behind Ava closely, as if scared of getting lost in her nice apartment. It was clean, pristine, and sleek. He kind of