Ayva’s POV“OMG! He’s hot as fuck!” Exclaimed Sabrina, one of Eleanor’s friends said. “I heard that he and his wife are looking for a girlfriend to spice things up in their relationship. I’m considering approaching them because, damn! I’ve got to have a taste of that bloke.” We were gathered in a cabin on the upper deck of the yacht. After I walked away from Justin, I bumped into Cassie, another English-speaking friend of Eleanor’s. She told me that Eleanor was looking for me, leading me to find myself in a room with five other women, gossiping about the men on deck whom they found appealing or unappealing. “And where do you intend to place your boyfriend in this arrangement?” Eleanor asked Sabrina. Sab shrugged. "He doesn't need to know about it. Who knows, maybe he'd be open to a foursome if I bring it up. He's unaware that I'm aware, but," she leaned in and whispered, "He's into orgies and such."“That could actually work. I’d say go for it.” Claudia encouraged. “Ayva,” Lauren

Ayva’s POVI was restless.It’d been almost two hours since the party ended. I kept tossing around the bed, trying to find the right position to fall asleep, but I couldn’t find it. I glanced at the little wall clock for the time. It was just a few minutes past 4 AM. I couldn’t tell if the reason I was finding it difficult to fall asleep was because of the grunts and moans coming from the cabin next to ours or if it was because the queen-sized bed felt too big for me alone. Justin was in the living room on the couch. He’d refuse to share the bed with me because he’d made a promise not to touch me and ‘he didn’t want to be tempted.’ I’d scoffed when he said that because that was my intention. I wanted to tempt him and get him to do the deeds with me. I tried to make him understand that I was fine now but he wasn’t fully convinced. His words were,“I might hurt you again. And I’m afraid of that.” His voice had sounded so raw and filled with guilt that I knew then that there was nothing

Ayva’s POVMy heart skipped a beat as Justin went down on one knee. I felt all color drain from my face and I was so sure that there was no difference between me and a ghost. A series of emotions passed through me. I was flustered, shocked, confused, and dumbfounded. What the heck was going on?Why was he on his knees? Why was he looking at me like that? What was the ring in the box for? Who was it for? Me? Why? I blinked multiple times with the thought that if I was dreaming, it should wake me back to reality but, it wasn’t a dream. Justin was still on his knees, he was still holding the black box, the shiny jewelry sitting pretty in the box was still staring at me!“Justin what is… I mean is this… no, how can I… this can’t be… I mean, what is going on?” I spluttered, my mind was a jumbo mess. I was utterly shocked and dumbfounded. ‘Why is he pro… I mean is that even allowed? When he’s still legally married to someone else?’ He chuckled, “I’m not proposing, Ayva.” “You’re not?”

Justin’s POV“Mom!” I warned with a glare as I tried to caution her. She continued glaring at Ayva whom I’d now pulled to stand behind me, shielding her from any other impending attack from my mom. “Oh my, oh God! What is happening? My son has- oh lord! I no longer recognize the man I birthed.” She staggered, but Emily held her before she could fall. “Where is he? What happened to my son?” She cried out dramatically, attracting unnecessary attention from passersby. My jaw ticked, “Mom, this is not the time or place for this.” I gritted through my teeth. “Oh Emily what has happened to your brother? How could he be so cruel to me?” She continued, ignoring my warnings. “Stop this now or I’m going to leave.” I kept on clenching and unclenching my teeth, trying to keep the anger and irritation o felt away. “Now he’s threatening me. He’s threatening his own mother. He’s not my—” “Mom!” I barked, gaining more eyes on us. She looked stunned and so did Emily. And their shock was because

Justin’s POVBenson smoothly parked the car in the driveway as we reached my house. Without waiting for him to open my door, I stepped out of the car and into the compound."Look who decided to come out from his hiding spot," Jace taunted from upstairs. I looked up, the sun almost blinding me as its rays shone directly into my eyes. I shielded my face with both hands to see him clearly. Jace stood on the balcony of my room, leaning against the glass doors with his arms crossed. I recognized the shirt and pants he wore; they were mine.Turning back to Benson, I instructed firmly, "Richard will bring some bags. I need you to drop them off at Ayva's.""Yes, sir," Benson acknowledged.I headed inside, passing through the corridor into the living room. As I made my way towards the stairs leading upstairs, Jace suddenly appeared in front of me."What were you doing in my room?" I asked, my tone unyielding.He shrugged indifferently. "I needed some condoms and figured you might have a few I