Chapter Seventeen

AVA

Nicole had bombarded her with questions the rest of the night. There were no words to explain how she felt after hearing Richard say those words to her. She just couldn't say anything to Nicole because she wasn't sure about what had happened.

He can't mean that.

He was just pulling her legs, right?

When she'd trailed him with her eyes at the event, or when their eyes clashed over the heads, there was this twinkle in them even when another woman was hanging off his arm and wouldn't stop whispering into his ear and smiling.

They looked so good together, Ava acknowledged. She didn't have to lie about that part.

Prince charming to his Cinderella, except Simone was no Cinderella.

She had watched in earnest when he'd made his donation, his eyes on her through out his sincere speech. It sent jitters down her spine and his eyes on her melted something in her.

He'd held her gaze when it was all over and he had to leave.

With Simone, of course.