My Sinful Deed

Ch. 19

Ava's p.o.v.

Yesterday was filled with tension but mostly bonding between my father and I in a long time and honestly, I would do it again in a heartbeat. Everything is back to normal with the maid and butlers back which means I get to have my one and one time with my bodyguard. "Oh Lincoln," I called out peeking my head into his room. He turns around with a firm face, but it quickly turned soft. I think Lincoln likes to be naked or half-naked most of the time and I can never get bored of seeing droplets of water slowly go down his masculine form as a towel raps around his waist as I can see the in print of that prized possession that I just want--- "Ava eyes up here beautiful," he chuckles catching my wavering attention.

Clearing my throat I enter his room closing the door behind me, "I was looking in your eyes," walking towards him with hands behind my back. He scoffs, "No, you were looking down at my towel," rolling his eyes, "You know," he pauses taking a seat on the bed, "I could give you a little taste". Lincoln's words send chills down my spine in a very pleasant way possible. Now it time to leave after this short visit. Clearing my throat one more, "You know we have to go to the ceremony, so hurry up and get dress," I turn around trying to rush out the door hearing his chuckling echo in my ear.

Rushing down the stairs I bump into Zavier. "Damn you have a hard chest for a guy like you," I rub my head, trying to act like I was in pain. He laughs ruffling my hair, "Must you be so dramatic?" I slap his hand off my hair. "I just struggle to get my hair perfect now I have to go back upstairs to fix it," I grab his hand pulling him along, "And you are going to help me," I added.

We reach upstairs to my room and my hair was a complete mess thank this sexy bastard. "How do you even feel about my mother and your father getting married?" Zavier pops the question out of nowhere making me turn in my seat to look at him. Shrugging my shoulders, "Honestly I have no clue. I can see your mom is a nice lady unlike the other women my father married so I feel a little positive. Why do you ask?" He sighs falling backward onto my bed, "Honestly I feel uncomfortable that my mother is marrying a rich man," he pauses then shoots up looking at me in a panic, "No offense though your dad seems like an honest man, and everything I am grateful!"

I lean back on my vanity crossing my legs, "None taken and everything. I understand that your mom is marrying my dad cause of her family business to keep running and be safe from any loan sharks. You have to say this better than her going on the streets selling her body and also not marrying to an ugly old man that cannot even get it up," I joked sarcastically, but become serious, "Both of our parents are getting the positive outcome so we can live in peace". I get up stretching, "Let us just get this ceremony over, okay?" Zavier nods his head getting up, straightening up his suit jacket.

Quickly turning around to check my dress as well, my foot tangles up in my hairdryer cord, making me stumble backward. Closing my eyes I brace for the impact, but I felt masculine arms wrap around my waist and felt like I was twisted in the air, hearing a body collided on the floor. Opening my eyes, I was laying on top of Zavier. "Oh, crap are you alright?" I ask in panic touching his head. He burst out laughing all of a sudden. "Never mind. I think you hit your head," I rolled my eyes, laughing with him. We both seized looking into each others eyes as we move closer wanting to feel the warmth of each other lips. Just for a second. We are not stepsiblings yet, this is fine.

Suddenly the door opens, "Come on Ava we need to go. Your father will be pissed if we are-" Zavier and I looked at Lincoln shocked and scared. The room felt tense as Lincoln stared at Zavier like he ready to draw his gun and shoot him at any moment. I quickly get off of Zavier, "Okay on to the ceremony!" exclaiming as pull Lincoln with me downstairs and to the limousine. 'Jesus Christ I was nearly there! If only we had a few more seconds'.

The ride to the ceremony was awkward between me and Lincoln. "What you saw back there...it is not what it looked like. I turned to make sure my dress was straitened, but my foot got tangled up in my hairdryer cord. I stumbled backward and Zavier catch me", I exclaimed trying to ease Lincoln's murderous soul, "Please believe me". I outstretch my hand wanting to touch Lincoln's leg. He grabs my wrist looking straight at me finally, but his face still had anger in it. "I understand you like the boy and I understand you fell but did both him and your faces have to be that fucking close?" he asked gripping my wrist harder. I never heard Lincoln curse or ever saw him this upset, and it scared me. I could not say anything because I know it is true that our face was too close for comfort but we both craved the same thing and it nearly got out of hand.

Looking away from Lincoln I felt regret. Suddenly I felt a hand gliding up my thigh. It startled me as I looked at him. "Let us change that perspective of him and onto me, shall we?" he tilted his head still have that firm look. He unloosens his tie then hovers me. Lincoln repositions me vertically on the car seat, tying my hand to the grab handle, "This should keep your hands up for your punishment", he comments. Lincoln lifts my dress, gliding his hands up my thigh, then pulling down my panty slowly glancing up at me with an evil glint in his eye, "Let the punishment begin baby girl".