He stayed still, observing me for a moment, and then suddenly he clutched his stomach and began laughing. This time, his laughter had a cruel edge to it. "Punish you?" he chuckled, followed by a cough. "How bizarre can one person get?"His mocking laughter and insensitive words infuriated me, and I couldn't control my reaction. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.To my surprise, his expression remained unchanged, aside from the handprint that now adorned his cheek. He stared at me with furrowed brows, and I instantly knew that I had crossed a line. "You hit me?" he said, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips. My gaze shifted to his clenched fists, and then our eyes met.Fear gripped me as I witnessed the intensity of his glare. The cold aura emanating from his body made me shiver with apprehension. He closed his eyes, relaxed his hands, and let out a deep breath. "Whenever someone hits my face, I seem to lose control, Ava," he confessed, openin
This was the second time in his life that he knew he was going to experience the worst. "Do you think you can do that?" Ava asked, looking happy, as she pleasantly pushed me towards an ice cream spot so that I could activate my elegance and get her more ice cream, faster. "You can do this, right?" she looked up at me.And I scowled. "No, I am not doing that." The place caused aversion in me. The cheerful screaming, youngsters jumping from one place to another, couples holding hands, taking pictures, and looking happy with one another. "This place is horrible," I frowned at her and grumbled, "Why exactly did you bring me here?""If you hate ice cream, you can just say so," she folded her hands, the happiness in her eyes already turning into disappointment. "We can leave if you want. It won't make sense if you keep frowning anyway.""Really?" Anyone would notice the joy in my voice, but when she shot those dull-looking eyes, I sighed and gave up. "Fine, I will get you the ice cream you w
Ava remained seated on Damon's bed, her mind filled with different thoughts swirling around. What was his plan? Would he touch me just as he did in my dreams? Did I even want his hands on my body? What if he were to assault me? Was he capable of such actions?Feeling tension creeping through her entire body, Ava took a deep breath. Confusion was evident in her eyes, visible to anyone who would look at her at that moment. Soon, Alex would climb through my window and not find me. Would he wait?Why am I still sitting here, waiting for my potential demise to emerge from the bathroom? I knew deep down that whatever was about to happen would not be for my good, and it terrified me. Maybe I should just leave.The bathroom door swung open, revealing Damon with a towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair dripping water. "Hmm, I was expecting you to have run away," he said with a smile. He walked confidently towards his closet, causing me to lower my head as he removed the towel.This man is
Ava arrived home really late, and I could see the worry on Mother's and Luke's faces. I couldn't help but feel guilty. As I sat down on the couch, I listened to the stern question from Mother. "Where were you, Ava Brandon?" Hearing my full name on her lips, I could tell she was angry."I went on a date, Mother.""Since when do you go on dates without my permission, Ava?" Mother growled. "You're just eighteen, still too young to be thinking about men.""I know, Mother." Looking down, I bit my lower lip and mumbled, "The date was with my boss. He lent me the money for the date with him." I looked up and saw her shocked reaction."Your boss?""Yes, Mother. He said he likes me." I couldn't hide my smile as I continued, "He also said he would like to meet you and Luke someday.""That is surprisingly strange.""I know, Mother.""But that doesn't mean you can come home this late. I have trained you better than this, Ava.""I'm sorry, Mother.""As your punishment, you are not allowed to go on
After the assembly, Ava found herself in the garden, tending to the flowers and lost in her thoughts. There was so much to contemplate - her enigmatic master Damon and his peculiar way of living, his likes and dislikes, and the sudden change in Alex's expression last night.Ever since these two men entered my life, everything seemed so complicated. I'm well aware that I don't like Damon; he both scares and intrigues me. But being around him is also strangely exhilarating.As for Alex, he is sweet to the point where it pains me to think of breaking his heart. Every woman deserves care and affection from her partner, someone who treats her as an equal. "Ava!" Rose's voice suddenly pierced through my thoughts, making me jump in surprise."Oh my God, Rose! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I spun around to face her, her brows furrowed with concern. "What is it?""Rumors have been circulating about you, Ava," she whispered, her voice low."What rumors?" I asked, curiosity and appre
"Master?" Ava called for the fifth or maybe sixth time. I heard her calling me, but answering her seemed like a daunting task. I suddenly felt weak, the thought of walking into that house and meeting her mother overwhelmed me. "I am opening the door now, Master," she said. Nodding my head, I watched her move towards the door and open it, patiently waiting for me to step in.She gestured for me to follow her, and I stepped inside before shutting the door. "Mother!" Ava mumbled, running upstairs. Utilizing the little time I had, I looked around the place. All I could say was that it was small— really small.There were only two couches, a small television, and three photos hanging on the wall. One was of a young Ava looking chubby and cute, holding an ice cream, her hair tied in two ponytails, and wearing a yellow dress.The other photo was of a little boy, presumably her brother. He resembled their father more. "Who wishes to meet me?" I heard her mother's voice and turned around to see
Ava walked beside Damon as they entered the palace, marveling at its immense size. "Where are we, Damon?" she asked, looking up at him. He remained silent, his face displaying anger. Was he upset about something?They walked quietly through the hallway until finally reaching a room. Damon opened the door and stepped inside. "Take off your clothes, Ava. I don't want you to catch a cold," he murmured, unbuttoning his shirt. But since Ava didn't move a muscle, he furrowed his brows at her. "Do you need the maids to help you out?""What?" Ava exclaimed."The servants here," he repeated, and she rolled her eyes. "I need you to give me some space, Damon. I'm not going to change right in front of you."He raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" he asked, stating the most obvious question."I don't like you enough to do that," Ava replied, causing his annoyance to grow. He undressed himself, and she averted her gaze. When he was done, she returned her gaze to his direction, noticing his black trousers a
Ava couldn't resist browsing through the books in front of her. The stories of love and magic were far more captivating than anything else in the room. If only such love and devotion existed in real life. Would that be a nice feeling? Lost in her thoughts, she is interrupted by a familiar voice."Milady?" Grant's voice cuts through her reverie, causing her to look up and meet his gaze. He sits down, resting his hands on the table, and studies her intently."How long have you been here?" she questions, still trying to gather her thoughts. His giggle breaks the tension, and he relaxes in his chair."It's been a while, milady," he replies with a warm smile. "I couldn't help but notice the expression on your face while you were reading. It was worth being here."Ava narrows her eyes, feeling a certain unease around Grant. There's something about him – his smile, his cunning demeanor – that puts her on edge. She doesn't trust him."Why are you here, Grant?" she asks, her tone cautious. "I d