Ayva’s POV“Ayva,” Justin called after me as I walked out through the garage. I wasn’t going to answer him, I wasn’t waiting, I was furious. He shouldn’t have disrespected me like that and yet expect me to stick around with him. He had no right to have yelled at me no matter how touchy of a subject it was we were discussing. I picked up my pace when I sensed that he was closing in behind me. I was just about to leave the garage for the roadside where I’d be able to baile a cab when a strong hand gripped my arm tightly and then pulled me forcefully until I collided with a hard brick or rather a hard human chest that felt like a brick. “Let me go!” I spat, shooting daggers at him with my eyes. My breath was heavy, my chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath I took. I was so angry and wanted to be anywhere but near him. He was just holding me with one hand and yet I couldn’t pull out of his hold. His other hand reached up and he ran his fingers through his hair, scattering his

Ayva’s POVI’d only ever kissed Justin three times and those times, I realized that not once was I sober. The first two kisses, I’d been so tipsy when it happened and the third, I didn’t even know it was him until we started kissing. But one thing all those kisses had in common was how they made me feel, despite being drunk. I also noticed how he usually tasted like strawberry-flavored Gatorade. And as much as I hated strawberry, I loved it when I tasted it on him. And now that I was fully sober, I couldn’t help but feel drunk by him. His taste, his scent, his everything, intoxicated me and I couldn’t get enough. Justin cradled my face in his hands as his lips continued to massage mine as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I could taste the wine we had earlier on him and somehow I thought it tasted better. One hand reached for my waist and he pulled me closer to him, till we were pressed against each other in ways that made certain thoughts swirl in my head. ‘This is wrong. This sho

Ayva’s POV“What do you mean it wasn’t a date?” Olivia exclaimed with wide eyes and opened mouth. I groaned, still feeling drowsy. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, as I looked up at her with half-open eyes. “Can I go back to sleep now?” I asked as I moved back to a sleeping position in my bed. “No. Not until you tell me everything!” She said, pulling my arm to drag me up. “Come on Liv,” I cried as I pulled myself up to a sitting position. When I arrived home the previous night, I was relieved to see Olivia passed out on the couch in the living room because I knew she would have questioned me tirelessly if she’d been awake. I’d hoped I’d be able to prolong that conversation for as long as possible but well Olivia had other plans because the first thing she did when she woke up was hop into my bed and start interrogating me. “I’ve told you everything. Let me sleep, please. I’m tired.” I mumbled, a yawn escaping my lips. “Did you have sex with him?” She suddenly asked, he

Ayva's POVMy eyes were glued to Justin's, I couldn't look away no matter how much I tried to. My heart, wrenched tightly in my chest as if I'd just been betrayed by the only person I trusted in the world. 'He didn't betray me. He did no wrong. She's his wife.' I kept chanting in my head as I tried to convince myself that Justin didn't do anything wrong and I had no right to feel heartbroken by the fact that his wife was his date. But they were supposed to be getting a divorce. Did he change his mind on that? Did he lie to me about getting a divorce with her?'You shouldn't have come here.' A voice in my head said and I couldn't agree anymore with it. I should have turned down Aiden's invitation to be his date at the party. I should have trusted my gut feeling and stayed home instead. I glanced at Aiden wondering if he'd purposefully left out the part that Justin would be present at the party. Maybe he'd thought doing that would increase my chances of accepting his invitation. And

Ayva’s POV‘I’m in love with you, Ayva.’ Justin’s words echoed in my ears. It wasn’t my imagination, he’d truly said it. He’d just told me how he felt about me. Justin, the man who never voiced out his emotion just told me that he loved me, why? Was it because he knew it was exactly what I wanted to hear or did he genuinely mean it? Was he just saying it to get my attention? To get me to not leave him behind?I couldn’t understand the motive behind his confession so I turned around to face him. “Why?” I questioned. He couldn’t just drop a bomb like that without an ulterior motive. I mean if explicitly asked him about his feelings for me and he never said the words I wanted to hear. He never said the words he said just a few minutes ago. His brow furrowed in confusion. “I… don’t understand what you’re asking me.” “I said, why?” I reiterated, taking a few steps closer to him. “Why are you saying this? Why did you say that? Why now? What’s your motive behind this.” I couldn’t keep m